#based on something my brother did 4 minutes ago

[blackopals-world]

I liked your ´ I Found Home ´ Twisted Wonderland fic could I PLEASE request a part three where everyone else finds out about her son and her books! I have a feeling some of those boys would be a blushing mess. PLEASE I NEED MORE I CAN ´ T GET ENOUGH! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEEEAAASEEE!

I Found Home

Part 3

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 4) (Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)

Implied relationship

Leona

"The Tracker"

It's usually very busy in the kingdom this time of year. Handling the harvest, taxes, keeping an eye out for droughts, and other things that pop up. These things are part of his responsibility as the official grand duke. His brother gave him a good chunk of territory after it was confiscated from a group of inept nobles. He stated that Leona more than deserved it after uncovering their faults.

Leona gained the freedom to rule how he desired with no input or control from his family or counsel. The people respected him and his knights swore loyalty to him.

Ruggie became an aid obviously and is still the only one to keep up with Leona. Despite Jack being strong enough to become a knight he became a botanist.

While Leona is not king, he still basically is one. The only time he's ever had to follow orders is when his brother begs him to attend functions in the capital, which Leona usually ignores.

Recently Cheka started staying at Leona's castle for the summer to learn how his uncle rules his region. Thus ends the lion's peaceful days.

Ruggie sometimes takes the cub to his old neighborhood to learn of its past. The slums no longer exist as Leona created a project to help those living there and created new jobs to support them. The idea wasn't his alone. It came about when Yuu proposed a plan to help Ruggie community. She knew a few examples from her own world to solve this problem and together they made a plan.

She was an incredible woman. Falena had insisted had she become his sister-in-law.

"Listen to me brother, you don't meet a girl like that every dynasty. You need to do something now or never."

Now did become never. Leona learned the hard way that lazing around doesn't stop the world around you from moving forward with or without you. Without Yuu.

Maybe she would have stayed if he asked. He doesn't know. He moved on.

Opportunity was a window and it was closed until someone opened a door. A gateway in this case. There was a way to see her again.

"I don't know how you do this. One moment you're a velcro baby and won't let me put you down the next you're gone." Yuu watched Grimm bolt for the sandbox.

Yuu had gotten the go ahead from Grmm's doctor and social worker to introduce him to the outside world. He was finally secure enough to interact with people his age.

He liked the sandbox which meant extra laundry to Yuu. She checked her bag for a change of clothes when she was stopped by someone.

"Excuse me? Miss I couldn't help but ask. Are you the author of the Lost Princess series?" The woman asked.

"Yes, actually I-" Yuu was cut off.

"It's so amazing to meet you! My children love your books and I love that new romance novel you put out. I heard you were working on a t.v show based on the kids books." She asked in excitement.

"Yes, a network reached out about it but I wanted it to suit my vision and a lot is going on with it. Besides that, I have a family and I can't be away from my son for long." Yuu explained.

"I see, I understand completely. My girls need to be watched like hawk. How old is yours?" The mother seemed to switch gears the moment kids were brought up. She was clearly an attentive mother as she occasionally looked over to where her daughters were on the swing.

"He's 4 now. Over there in the sandbox." Yuu said pointing towards the box except he wasn't there.

The other mother looked around questioning.

"I saw another kid other there a minute ago with a small boy. Do you know if he has a friend here?" She said with a thick edge to her voice.

"No, he doesn't know anyone but me. He hates strangers! Grimm?! Grimm?!" Yuu ran for the sandbox and yelled for her some.

The other mother called for her daughter's and told them to stay close as she called for Grimm as well.

In the back of her head Yuu knew what was going on. She had read stories about predators using kids to lure in other victims. Her son was kidnapped!

Leona stood at the door of a small house in a quaint neighborhood. The house had to be hers. The scent of desert roses and clove was everywhere. That was her favorite perfume.

He knocked a few times but there was no reply.

Cheka(who insisted on coming and Leona had no choice anyways) investigated everything around until a door slammed open in the neighbor's yard.

"Scram you little urchin! Stay out of my garden! She yelled at Cheka as he rooted around the flower bed.

"Who are you calling an urchin?" Leona growled as Cheka took cover behind his uncle.

"You let your son tear up people's yards? You are no better than that hussy that lives here. Are you dropping off another one of her noisy bastard kids? Keep him! I don't want another one running around here!" The old woman ranted.

Leona doesn't advocate punching old women's remaining teeth out but this woman was making him a believer. But he wasn't going to do that in front of Yuu's house in public.

"I don't know who you're calling a hussy but I'm looking for Yuu. Since you are already so nosy you must know right?" Leona asked as politely as he could muster.

"Like I'd tell a thug like you." The old woman said.

"That's fine. If you can't say anything useful you might as well not speak." He said casting a silence curse on the old bat.

The crone tried to flap her gums more but nothing came out as she tried to yell and rant some more.

"Cheka, it's time to practice tracking." Leona picked up a trail that did go too far. Yuu must be on a walk.

Cheka excitedly bounded off with Leona a few yards behind.

When they made it to a park Cheka sped off before Leona noticed.

The old woman said Yuu had a kid. Damn things did change. He should have expected it, kind of. He knew she liked kids and would volunteer to babysit Cheka all the time but knowing she started a family was unexpected.

Was he jealous...no. Why would he be? She didn't owe him loyalty especially when she believed they would never meet again. They weren't even together. So what if he never saw anyone after her and turned down every engagement? She owed him nothing. It was enough to spend what time they did have together.

"Look!" Leona snapped out of his revelry as Cheka brought a small boy over to him.

The boy was small, looked to be less then half the age of Cheka, and held a bright yellow plastic hand shovel.

"Oh no." Leona already had a bad feeling about this. "Cheka what do you think tracking means?"

Cheak puffed out his cheeks as he picked up his new friend from under under his arms like how a toddler picks up a cat.

"I followed the scent and I found him." The cub replied.

The boy had little awareness of what was happening thankfully. But Cheka had a point, the boy smelled like black clove, cinnamon and faintly of desert roses.

"Cheka you can't just take a kid from a playground, even if you are a kid yourself. Put him back before I get called a kidnapper." The instant 'kidnapper' left his mouth the latent survival instincts in the boy went off and he sprinted for the bush and disappeared.

"Shit." Leona muttered.

"Shit." Cheka echoed.

"Not you! Find him before his mom-"

"Grimm! Grimm! Where are you!" Yuu's voice echoed across the park.

He's going to die. He's going to die and I'll all be this brat's fault.

He wasn't overreacting, he is under-reacting. Leona has seen this woman do a hundred-meter dash just to hit her friends upside the head. She once tried to fight a referee after getting a red card and it took Jack and Sebek to pry her off.

Leona managed to find Grimm as he climbed up a tree.

"I swear if you fall from there," Leona growled under his breath.

Cheka tried to follow him up but Leona yanked him back down by the back of his shirt.

"You stay here, go distract Yuu." Leona ordered

"Aye!" The cub mock saluted before bounding off again.

Yuu began to feel lightheaded as she searched every corner of the playground. She asked every parent and child if they had seen her son.

She pulled out her phone and began dialing for emergency services. Just before she pressed the call button she was ambushed from behind.

Two arms circled her stomach and squeezed. Yuu yelped and grabbed one of the hands. Prickly claws dug in firmly.

"Nanna!" A familiar voice called for her.

It was Cheka! Little Cheka wasn't so little anymore. Well, he was taller at least and was still very much a cub.

If Yuu wasn't so frantic she would have squeezed him to death tighter than Floyd but a mother's mind isn't so easily swayed. Grimm first, reunion second.

"That's the boy from earlier!" The other mom said "He took your son!"

HE WHAT?!

Before Cheka could run he was grabbed by the ear.

"Cheka Kingscholar!" Yuu yelled. "Sorry about all this trouble Amaranth. I'll handle the rest from here."

Amaranth laughed a bit leaving Yuu to parent.

Cheka yelped as he struggled to escape.

"Sorry Nanna! I just thought it was funny and I wanted to play with cousin!" Cheka squirmed "He's with uncle I swear!"

Yuu dragged the cub by the ear back to where Grimm was still in the tree.

Currently, Leona was trying to grab the boy while Grimm reflexively hissed and spat like a feral cat. Grimm only did that when he was really scared. One of the side effects of being locked in a basement with only a cat for company for who knows how long.

"I said I was going to hurt you, now stop trying to bite me!" Leona tried to grab him by the collar.

"Mama!" Grimm called out as he dodged Leona again and climbed higher.

"I'm trying to take you to her! Do you want to be left up here?" Leona managed to snag the boy this time by the waist and hauled Grimm up in a position that would keep them stable but not in biting range.

"Grimm no bitting! It's safe! He won't hurt you!" Yuu called out.

Leona worked his way down and as he made it to the lowest branch dropped the squirming toddler in Yuu's waiting arms.

Immediately the boy wiggled around to wrap his arms around his mother like a koala.

"I'd really like an explanation for what's going on but I'm tired and Grimm is overdue for a nap." Yuu sighed.

Leona agreed wholeheartedly.

"So you missed me, my prince?" Yuu laughed as she pulled the leftover leaves and twigs out of his hair.

'My prince' he remembered when she used to call him that when she wanted to tease him. The boys couldn't hear at least, they exhausted themselves and were currently napping.

"No one has called me prince in years. Most just say, Grand Duke." Leona sighed in relief as Yuu combed out his locks.

"Fancy~" Yuu sang before her tone shifted "You've changed, Leo."

"That's your fault. You changed me."

Yuu couldn't pretend he was lying. She wouldn't leave Leona alone back then.

She recognized that Leona was in pain and asked-begged him to get help. She taught him to recognize his feelings so he could explain what was wrong. It was hard for him to accept that help but in time he improved.

Yuu forced him to eat healthier and made excuses everytime she wanted him to do something more then sleep.

"These guys keep harassing me. I can't go alone." She'd say poking him in the ribs until he caved.

When they had bad days. They'd sleep cuddled up beside each other.

"You don't need to fix me." He'd complain but he didn't mean it.

"I'm not. I just don't want to see someone else go through what I did." She said.

Leona wasn't an idiot. He knew she was more fragile than she let on but it never mattered to him. She was the strongest person he knew. So he believed in her words and got his life together.

"Change is good. I've changed too." Yuu responded.

"I've noticed. So where's the dad? Not in the picture?"

"Never was. I found Grimm and took him home. He has his quirks but he's a good kid."

"I've noticed, his bites were just full of kindness." Leona said holding out his nicked hand.

Yuu rolled her eyes, he could heal himself with magic but was being dramatic.

"He was just scared. Besides his teeth aren't nearly as sharp as Cheka's." Yuu scoffed as she intertwined their hands.

While the adults got cozy the kids were up to trouble.

"So this book is about the king of beasts?" Cheka asked puzzled.

"It is about the lost princess and how she met the king of beasts. He wanted a war with the enemy kingdom and worked hard to win. The princess taught him that the war was dumb and he should be a good king instead." Grimm said flipping the pages.

"And then they get married and live happily ever after?" Cheaka asked.

"No! The princess has to go home and goes to the underwater city to get help from the sea folk. The princess can't get married." Grimm argued.

"I dunno, I think the princess is going to marry the beast." Cheka smirked.

"What do you mean?" The boy asked tilting his head.

"Ask your mom. We are going to be cousins soon. Shihihi" Cheka cackled using Ruggie's laugh.

"Mom?" Grimm scrunched his nose in thought before realizing "MAMAAAA!"

Grimm cried as he stumbled down the stairs.

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[fleetingofthegretas]

Good, Mama - !KISZKA! part 1? -Josh Kiszka x reader-

Some tw's/what to expect- fluff, drinking, drunk sex, edging

You and Josh Kiszka have been friends ever since you met him at the local library a few months ago. You were looking for a book on herbs & gardening when you saw a very small man in a onesie next to you, looking in the same section. You couldn't tell if he worked at the library or not, so you kept to yourself. After a few minutes of picking up books and trying to avoid awkward conversation with the stranger beside you, he finally breaks the silence.

"Don't read that one if you want pictures, read... this one!" He reaches past you and hands you a green book with a singular pressed daisy to the front. The cover reads "Wiccan Gardens: A guide to medicine & herbs you may need along your journey".

"How could you tell I need to look at the pictures?" You giggle softly to yourself as you take the book from the strangers hands.

"Based on your Doc Martens and your tote bag, I just kinda figured. Good luck with your read!"

He walks away, leaving the conversation just like he started it, confident and assuring. You notice that he didn't walk away with a book in hand & wonder to yourself if he came over just to talk to you after apparently observing your outfit. You glance down to your boots, ripped black leggings, mini black skirt, and oversized sweater as you kick your feet on the floor awkwardly.

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You sit at a table at "Flora Cafe + Bakery", your favorite coffee shop while you read your newly picked out book. You were hoping to start a garden soon, now that spring is approaching. You hear the bell on the front door ring as a familiar face walks into the coffee shop. It's the guy from the bookshop earlier. You get ready to stand up to leave as someone scoots into the booth across from you. It's him, with a smile on his face.

"Hello, stranger. Nice to see you like the same places I do. I never got your name earlier."

"You didn't get it because I didn't give it. My name is Y/N."

He looks at you a little distraught from your remark, almost instantly fixing his face back to a little smile, teeth showing.

"You have a beautiful name. Nice to meet you Y/N, I'm Josh"

"Nice to meet you Josh. What brings you to my booth here?" You question him as you fold your hands onto the table in front of you. He mirrors you, folding his hands on top the table as well.

"I thought you seemed like you needed a friend mama, that's all. What brings you to Nashville?"

"I just moved here from North Carolina a few days ago so I'm still fairly new here. Haven't even gotten a couch yet for my apartment, that's how settled in I am."

"Tell you what, I can help you move in anything you need. I was once new here too ya'know? Moved here from Michigan with my brothers. You have a pen? Give me your hand."

You do as he asks, putting a pen in his hand from the depths of your purse then laying your hand, palm up, on the table in front of him. He starts to scribble something on your hand. He sets the pen down and dismisses himself from your presence.

"There ya go, if you ever need anything give me a call. I'm late to a meeting so I'll see ya at some point. If you would like to see me that is. See ya Y/N!" He runs out of the café and you watch him as he continues running down the road. What an odd guy. You glance down to your hand now reading what the stranger has left for you. A phone number followed by, "Josh :)".

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Fast forward to PRESENT TIME!

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It has been 4 months since you met Josh in that library for the first time. The 2 of you are practically inseparable now, your apartment is practically his at this point. Josh did exactly what he promised when he had given you his number. He brought his brothers over to help you move all your stuff into the apartment when you finally gave him the call. His brothers were all hot. Incredibly hot. There was Jake, who was a total sex machine. You could tell and often fantasized about it when you were alone in bed.

Sammy, his youngest brother was just straight up beautiful. Something about how tall he was really got you going, he often made fun of you for wearing chunky shoes just to make you seem taller. Sam was very physical with you, he liked coming over to teach you piano on some sweet thrift you picked up together when the boys were helping you move in. You always felt your heart skip a beat when your fingers would touch accidently while both heading for the same key.

Lastly was Daniel, or Danny. He was the non-blood brother but my was he just as beautiful as the rest. Danny had the physique of a greek god. You would often see him when he was on his morning jogs, you tending to your garden while he ran by sweaty as ever. Sometimes you would start to overwater your tomatoes because you would get stuck in the danny-trance.

Wednesday nights were wine nights for you. The boys always came over to partake in drinking with you. You enjoyed their company, after all they were all you had here in Tennessee. You were so incredibly thankful for them and especially thankful for josh. After all, you wouldn't have known any of them if he hadn't come up to you in the library that day.

Ding-dong!

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

"SAM STOP! I'M COMING!" you scream from your bedroom. You shimmy on your pants, fresh out of the shower. Your hair is still soaking wet as you open the front door.

"Oh. I see why it took you so long. Didn't know we were getting a hurricane today." Sam steps through the door immediately heading to the kitchen to grab a drink.

"Why couldn't literally anyone else have been first to get here?" You whine and look at the clock. 7pm. The rest should be here any second now.

7:20pm - Danny arrives, making himself at home and messing around with Sam.

8:10pm - Jake arrives while Danny and Sam are playing the piano together. You're on your second drink.

8:30pm - You and Jake had been talking, mostly about the girls he is messing around with currently. Jake tells you all his dirty secrets, which feeds into your imagination even more. He's told you all about his dom side, and my oh my how you want to experience that at least once before you die.

Josh finally arrives.

He has his own key so he lets himself in, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey Y/N. Sorry I'm late!"

"Josh don't act like I wasn't expecting this, you're late to everything. How was your day?"

"Good, mama. How was yours?"

"Mine was good, busy with work per usual. I've been editing all day."

You were a photographer for a magazine based out of Nashville. You also helped write when they needed you too. You were always busy with work, besides your break throughout the weekend and Thursdays. Thursdays were your random day off throughout the week, kindly gifted by your boss. That's why you always made sure to have wine Wednesdays, alone or not. They had to count, too.

"I've been meaning to ask you if we could get a photoshoot done by you soon, we would pay you obviously."

"Josh, are you kidding? I would love to. Even just for free. Ask me and I'm there, you know that. What do you need pictures for?"

"Just our instagram, really. We need new, updated pictures. Plus we have some crazy cool outfits we need to put to use still. Daniel has been dying to wear this pearl-harness sort of thing we got a while back"

"I wish it didn't hurt so fucking bad to take it off though!" Daniel yells across the room. You have no idea what drink he or the other boys are up to. Jake brought Jack Daniels with him so the boys have been drinking that while you've been sipping your wine.

You giggle a bit as you start to feel quite tipsy, falling onto the couch. Sammy, Jake, and Danny are all playing Mariokart on your tv. Jake is playing as Bowser, Danny as Toad, and Sammy as king boo. Josh scoots in beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. The two of you laugh together at the boys screaming at their game.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 11pm - Everyone starts to feel tired, so people start leaving one by one. Danny is the first to leave, claiming he has to shower and do his "curly hair routine" whatever that means. Jake is next, leaving without reason. You assume he's probably on his way to a pussy appointment. Sammy and Josh are left. You and Sammy had both started to very drunkenly play the piano when Sam all of a sudden feels the zoomies and wants to go outside. You, wine drunk as ever, follow suit. Now running with Sam barefoot through the streets of Nashville, Momma Josh following closely behind to make sure you guys don't kill yourselves.

When you get back to the apartment, You are covered in dirt from the ground outside. You remember Sam tripping on a rock, which caused you to trip over him. You both went into a fit of laughter, rolling around in the grass clenching your stomachs when you roll into each other, still laughing. Sam props himself up on one arm, reaching down to pull grass strands out of your hair. You're both looking at each other when he starts to lean down-

"Oh my god that's where you went!"

Josh comes running down the hill, you and Sam both back to laughing at the situation you've gotten yourselves into.

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You get back to the apartment and Sam says his goodbyes. He wipes his dirty hand across your face leaving a dirt mark over your entire nose. You laugh and shove him out the door, locking it behind him.

Josh stays.

"alright mama, let's get you in the bath."

You hear the water start. About 10 minutes later Josh brings you to the bathroom, telling you to get undressed. He exits politely, waiting just outside the door. You easily get your shirt off, revealing your gold nipple piercings underneath. You start to yank on your jeans, but they won't budge.

"Joshy! I can't get my pants off!!"

click

Josh walks in, he is just in boxers.

"Mama, did you try the buttons?" he very easily gets your pants undone, all that's remaining is your underwear.

"Can you get those down, or do I need to do that too?" he laughs

"I don't know Joshy, I think you might have to do it." you tease, his eyes widening

"I'm only joking" you say as you turn away from him, bending at a 90 degree angle and slowly sliding your panties down. You turn back to face him, his eyes huge, and same with... something else. You slowly get closer to him, placing your hand on his shoulder and whispering "Do I make you nervous?" across his lips.

"Yes, Mama."

"Good. I can feel your tension through the air, Joshy. Let me fix that for you" You say as you slide down his body, Pulling his boxers down with your hands as you touch your knees to the floor. You wrap your hands around him, a breathy moan coming out of him.

"Fuck, Mama."

"Yeah, we'll get to that later. be patient, Joshy baby."

"yes, Y/N"

You stop. "What was that?"

"Yes, Mama"

"Good boy."

You now take him in your mouth, tounge swirling around his tip, your hands on his chest. You start bobbing your head, going down further and further until you gag, and then tilt your head back to show him all the precum on your tounge. He gives you a knowing nod, and pushes your head back to what you were doing before.

"Fuck my face Joshy"

In moments your throat is getting obliterated, he is using you just like he probably uses his hand at home. You feel his cock start to twitch in the back of your throat, which is when you pull him out from your mouth.

"Not yet."

"Yes, Mama" he responds, but there is visible frustration on his face from edging him. You pump him with your hand again, and then stop.

"Get in the bedroom"

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You instruct Josh on what you want to happen, telling him you want to be fucked missionary style. You move yourself up to him, kissing him. Wrapping your tounge around his, and he follows. He is growing so hard it makes you giggle to yourself.

"Turned on, are we?"

"Fuck yes Mama. I need to fuck you" His words making you wet instantly. You give him a few last lazy kisses, still sitting against him. You guide him inside of you, both of you exhaling deeply as he starts to go in and out.

"Faster. Good." He picks up speed pretty quickly. You then feel him stick his hand down onto your clit and begin rubbing circles on it.

"Feel good, mama?"

"Yes, Joshy" you say while struggling to get your words out. "fuck!" he slows down again, giving you soft hits right in your cervix. He starts to kiss the side of your neck leading down onto your collarbones. Since he gave you a 'break' you flip yourselves over to be on top. He looks at you with wide eyes.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you"

You watch him throw his head back into the bed the second you go down, his thick cock filling you up almost completely. The perfect fit. fuck josh is the only thought that comes to mind right now.

"You feel- so- good Joshy" You say in between going down on his cock, your ass slapping against his thighs everytime. His jaw tightens and his body shudders with tenseness from what you said.

"I feel good Mama?"

"Yes- fuck" he starts pumping up into you from underneath your body, your praise being his motivation. You hide your face in the nape of his neck, trying not to scream out with no success. Your screaming only motivates him more, now he's hitting your center harder, faster. fuck. Driving up into you as hard as he can. You'll definitely be walking weird tomorrow, good thing you can be home all day. He clenches your sides with both hands, as his cock starts to twitch inside of you. You feel yourself reaching the same point, you both climaxing together. Thank GOD for birth control.

"Fuck Mama" Josh says panting, still inside of you. You still have your face in his neck, breathing heavily and trying to regroup your thoughts while coming down from your high that is Josh Kiszka. After a few minutes your mind starts to work again. You realize Josh has had his arms wrapped around you this whole time, stroking your hair. You find enough strength to get yourself up, laying next to Josh.

"That was amazing Joshy"

"It was, sweet girl. Now its bathtime for you, okay Mama?"

"Okay"

Josh comes around to your side of the bed to scoop you up, bridal style. He lays you in the lukewarm water as you close your eyes. You smell the smell of your soap, vanilla lavender. You feel the touch to your skin, Josh starts washing the dirt and now cum off of you. You feel him put his hand under your chin, to tilt your head upwards. You open your eyes as he rubs the dirt on your nose with water.

"You should get in. please."

You move towards the drain to give him some space to get in. He sits down so you adjust yourself to be sitting on his lap, leaning back into him.

"Thank you for being here Josh. I don't know what I would do without you"

"You're welcome but you don't have to even think of that because I'm not going anywhere mama. You mean too much to me and some drunk sex isn't going to stop our friendship or the way I love you. Plus we still need that photoshoot so I can't get rid of you yet"

You turn your head back to glare at him only to see him smiling like a goofball, the both of you instantly laughing when your gazes meet.

The End!*** check authors note ;)

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***AUTHORS NOTE!

Hey besties so obviously there is tension between miss Y/N and literally all the rest of the boys. Do we support making more parts to this? I'm all for it but want to see what y'all think!

#gvf #gretavanfleet #greta van fleet #danny gvf #jake gvf #jake kiszka #greta van fic #gvf smut #sam gvf #danny wagner #josh gvf #josh kiszka #gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #greta van smut #smut #fluff #x reader #fem reader #female reader

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Afraid Of The Dark 🌙

Pairing : Detective David Loki x fem!reader

Summary : You were always afraid of the dark - as long as you can remember - and just when you thought you were beginning to overcome your greatest fear , it came back and everything was destroyed .

Tw : mentions and detailed descriptions of insomnia , discussions of heavy topics ( based on the original plot of the movie ) , anxiety and panic attacks , angst , the reader and David they fall in love with each other , extreme fluff towards the end .

Lately I've been experiencing heavy episodes of insomnia ( maybe for the past couple of weeks ) and I haven't been able to sleep or even rest properly . I really do not know what to do . I've started to eat more healthy and as much as I really want to take sleeping pills I am afrais that it is not going to be good for my body as I've already taken enough this month . If any of you know anything that can help , I would appreciate it if you would write me a message . Sleeping is one of the things that I enjoy the most and not being able to do it - it really drives me crazy .

Remember , English is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes just bare with me .

Ps : Writing this really helped me get some things that are disturbing me these past few weeks . I enjoyed working on this but at the same time it made me feel really bad at how I cope with some of my problems .

11k words : ?

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As long as you can remember - from a really young age - since you were a little girl - you were really afraid of the dark .

But you were not just afraid of the dark . . .

You hated the dark . . .

Actually you despise the dark with every living passion .

You can not actually remember when it first started . Maybe when you started hearing kids in the early years of primary school saying that from 03:00 until 04:00 a.m. was the Devil's hour , or that there ghosts and monsters everywhere in your room while your asleep , or when a teacher of yours told you that insects are inside your mattress.

There were times that your parents were actually very conserved and tried to explain to you that nothing is going to happen to you while you are sleeping .

But you always remember your father saying : " Pray for the best . Prepare for the worst " .

So you could not think otherwise - that something might happen to you or your family in the most unexpected time .

After the birth of your younger brother and sister , thinks got worse .

You would practically stay up all night making sure that everything was safe .

After one time were you fainted from exhaustion , your parents tried to help you with a psychiatrist .

Your father drove you there once every week - seemingly helpful .

It was not .

The pills that the doctor prescribed to you made your stomach turn upside down , your head dizzy with headaches , eyes crying .

Everything seemed to be getting worse .

But only your younger sister Anna had noticed .

Oh Anna . . . you were thinking now as your Honda Prelude was picking up speed by the minute driving you back home .

Conyers was always moody , while Philadelphia were you had moved 4 years ago for University had a lot more of sunny days - it maybe was the reason why your insomnia was getting step by step a little better .

That did not last for long . . .

149 km/h and your car was practically screaming for you to stop .

Just a couple of hours ago you received a call from Conyers Police Department begging you to come back as your little sister Anna and her best friend Joy were missing .

Your only reasons for existence was missing . . .

And you would search every single corner of the world to find her .

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When you finally got home it was nearly midnight and while everyone was enjoying their Thanksgiving night , you were holding your younger brother trying to protect him form your mothers cries .

Your father told you to leave the house and go to the car .

You wanted so badly to scream at him .

Ho could he suggest something like that while his youngest daughter was missing ?

Trying to control your anger you started to cry , your brother dragging you out of the house inside your car to both calm down .

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The morning you both came back at the house .

Thank God your mother was sleeping in the living room , your brother was in the kitchen and you were discussing with your father in the upstairs bathroom .

You rather seemed calm to the whole situation but your father could see in your eyes that you were thinking of the worst possibilities .

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Detective David Loki was something else .

You came into the room while he was typing away on his phone , not directly answering your mothers questions .

'' So, did we pass?"

" I'm sorry, what did you say?"

" The poly thing. The lie detector we took this morning. Did we pass?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry. Yes, we appreciate your cooperat- "

Loki was interpreted by your form sitting cross leged in the entrance of the living room .

" How are you ? " He asked you , but your father did it for you .

" She is are oldest daughter Y/N . She came here yesterday . " He said and Loki without missing a second asked you to come by the station to fill your report .

That's how you found yourself sitting in an interrogation room with him asking you questions while observing you .

" Can I go home now ? " You asked him after a minute of total silence .

" Do you have trouble falling asleep ? " He asked with the most serious tone . Dark and deap voice only for you to hear .

Your lack of answer made him understand that that maybe you hade trouble falling asleep because of your sister's disappearance , but something told him it is not only that .

What he did not understand is why he felt the need to protect you and help with any way he can .

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After the events that happened when police let Alex go you began to leave the house .

Either helping police with their investigation , or spending time helping your brother mentally , which triggered your mental health too .

Your mother started taking pills and ended up falling asleep all day long .

But what made your anxiety worse was when you had a full blown out panic attack in front of the Detective .

You were with your brother in the police station after ending todays search in the woods with the team .

And then you heard it -

" Look, kid, we can't always save the day. All right? We're just cops, janitors . So you lost this one, all right? " You heard the captain say to Loki , but the only think that you could think right now was that the case was not going very well .

-So you lost this one, all right?

What does that mean ? That the case is closed ? That he is not going to find your sister ? That she is alone ? Maybe dead ? Dead ? Anna . . .

Your head was practically thinking about the worst things right now .

And when your eyes started crying on their own , your head became dizzy , your throat cloased , you finally realised that you could not breathe .

Your brother started crying watching you in this state - crying uncontrollably and violently shacking trying to breath .

A couple of officers noticed and came closer to help both of you but the Loki stormed out and when he smashed everything in his desk the while office went silent .

" Please do not let it go " . Hearing your crying voice he asked one officer to brig you water immediately while he came towards you .

" Hey hey hey you listen to me , alright?" He said while he cupped your face with his palms .

" I need you to calm down love just breath for me okay?" He asked you one more time before turning his head around to glance at the officers thaat were standing there just watching the scene unfold .

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That day Joy was found , but while she was slowly recovering from whatever they experienced , your father disappeared .

Thank God Loki had found new evidence and he was able to put some pieces together and finally after a whole week he found Anna .

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The next morning

You gently knocked on his open door making him turn his gaze from the newspaper to you -

" Y/N ? " He asked you silently thinking of why you were with him and not with your sister .

" Do not worry . I was with her the entire night , but she wanted to be left alone with our mom for a while . She is thankful you know ? We all are . " You said to him .

He could see you were tired , dark and heavy bags under your eyes from not sleeping , puffy and red eyelids from constantly crying .

Shit . He thought . He should have tried to help from the moment he first saw you .

" Uh, Detective Loki? I hope we're not intruding." Your mother and your sister appeared - you knowing fully well what was going on .

"No." He said and looked at you asking what is happening .

You just smiled and right then and there he realized that he had fallen for you .

You just wached the scene unfold feeling happy until your mother told Nancy leave them alone for a moment .

After she sterted to talk about your father your smiled droped . Every little drop of happiness vanishen from your body knowing what your father had done . Hating that your mother had somehow defended him - while you did to in the bottom of your heart .

You realised that you too were crying when you sniffled your nose .

David looked at you worried .

It did not go unnoticed by your mother .

Hell she was worried about you , he has almost a decade older than you - but then she remembered about her and your father .

She wiped her eyes , smiled both at you , passing you the message that although this whole thing happened - two broken souls found love .

And with that she left .

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The early evening that David found your father , that night when you were overcome with anxiety and passion at the same time , David was there with his look, his touch cooling you down but at the same time burning you with his love . That night you both realised that you had fallen for each other - you loved each other .

The night were you both fell asleep together .

The night were he helped you to stop being afraid of the dark .

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[sunshinesdaydream]

Don't Go Breaking My Heart Part 3

Pairing: Rex x Female Reader AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW (minor language) Summary: Rex deals with his siblings. Content Warnings: Anxiety and symptoms of (based on author's personal experience) also other various "neurospicy" situations. Word Count: 2166 (The boys are a problem)

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Rex thought they would go back to the barracks after that. Maybe the mess before they decided to go and do their own thing. Or maybe he’d have an opportunity to slip away to the fresher without them noticing.

But no, they kept him in the middle of the group and headed to a diner for lunch. Where they were joined by others. Hardcase and Tup waited with, to his horror Cody.

Great, now his little brothers had teamed with his big brother to harass him.

“Not happy to see me, Rex’ika?” He asked sarcastically. “You, yes,” Rex answered, taking the seat next to him, “you with this crew? This is nothing good.” Fives tried for wide eyed innocence, failing miserably, “but ori’vod we just want the best for you,” “It making you kriffing embarrassed is just a bonus!” Cody added as Rex wondered how kind and responsible Cody turned into a deviant as soon as he got around this group. He suspected the mission he had taken Fives on had encouraged this side of him.

He rolled his eyes and settled in his chair as his com alerted him to files being delivered to his data pad. His stomach twisted, wondering if it would have just been safer to not do this. Maybe he should have spent more time around civilians first. Further internally kicking himself. How was this so hard, when charging into a battle with the odds against him was so much easier. Then again, he might not ever get matched. Who would want to deal with a partner that was gone on missions half the time? He felt a sharp punch to his shoulder. Tup, next to him pointed at Kix and said “he made me do it!” “Technically Kix said he needed to and Cody ordered him to,” Echo recounted. “You were spiraling,” Kix shrugged. “I’m never going to turn down a chance for you to get punched,” Cody shrugged. He had never forgiven the one time Rex bested him in sparring.

“Are you okay?” Jesse asked. “Not like I haven’t taken a hit before, Jess” Rex snapped. “That’s not what he’s talking about,” Echo observed. Tup touched his shoulder, gently but firmly. His wide eyed innocence was genuine. “Worried about you, ori’vod. You’re going to be okay, you shouldn’t worry,” he said quietly. Rex patted his hand saying, “Thanks Tup,” “Truly the baby.” Fives complained. “Less than a minute ago Tup punched him, now he’s thanking him!” “It’s because he’s actually nice,” Hardcase put in. Rex loved his brothers, really he did. And he appreciated the way he could spend time with them like this and then later when they had to be on duty they readily followed the chain of command. But he wished they wouldn’t be quite so obnoxious.

If he could just go back to his quarters he could try and process this. His life was good as it was, why seek something better? Was it worth disrupting what was already good? Kix snapped his fingers in front of his face, “you’re doing it again, stay with us,” “Next time, I’m punching you,”Cody threatened. Rex shot Cody a glare, frowning. He was the one that had coerced him into telling Kix about his defects. The ones he had successfully hidden from the Kaminoans for years. Ones that he found that in the less hectic, more social post war galaxy were more of a problem. “Why does this have to be so hard?” He sighed. “Because tactics, strategy, and battle are things you know a lot about.” Kix answered. “Social, not so much. Considering we struggle with civis because we only socialized with each other for most of our lives. It’s not surprising. Some people naturally take to it like Jesse. Some are too dense to have any tact like Fives and Hardcase” “Hey, wait a minute!” They yelled in unison, standing. “He isn’t wrong,” Cody said. The two grumbled but backed down. “We are used to guidelines we already know, regs, our own social norms. We know how and when to break them. The wider galaxy, not so much unless it’s Jedi,”Echo added. “You breaking regs is the one thing I never thought I would see,” Fives said. “Only because you don’t pay attention,” Echo answered. “We aren’t having this conversation again, are we?” Jesse asked, annoyed. “They haven’t had it yet today,” Kix pointed out. “This isn’t what we are here for,” Cody shook his head. “I thought we were here to eat,” Rex said, hoping the conversation would be directed once again to the brotherly banter and leave him and his life out of it. He was even more hopeful, but slightly confused when food was brought to the table. "Did I miss ordering?" Rex asked. "Yeah, you were in your head so we got you what you always get anyways," Jesse said, dumping sauce on his plate. “Cody’s right, we’re here to help our dear brother with his love life,” Fives grinned. Rex glared at Fives, “I don’t need your help,” Fives who all too used to it, grinned back cheekily, “Yes you do!” “I think you should hear Fives out, at the very least it could be amusing. Maybe you can find out what not to do,” Jesse told him. “I’ll have you know I have some great conversation starters!” Fives insisted.

“Conversation starters? Is that what we are calling pick up lines now?” Echo asked. Tup snorted next to him, trying to hold back a laugh, but the others laughed freely while Fives looked indignant. Then Fives asserted, “you have to break the ice some how!” Hardcase nodded in agreement. “Hello, how are you today? Isn’t good enough for you?”Kix asked. “Well you could say that to anyone, couldn’t you?” Fives responded. “Now something like What does it feel like to be the most gorgeous girl in the room? Now you can’t say that to just anyone!” Everyone except Fives was laughing now, Tup giving up all pretense of staying neutral. “Really Fives? That’s the best you got?” Jesse taunted. “If you are going to use a pick up line, you might as well go all in!” “You can do better?” Fives asked.

“Can and have!” Jesse answered. “Really? What do you got?” Fives challenged. “So, aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?” Jesse answered. Echo groaned through his laugh “this is so bad it hurts,” Hardcase pushed down the laughter to say, “Oh! I got one! If you were a blaster you’d be set to stun!” Groaning laughter ensued. "I got one Kix is going to LOVE," Jesse said, "Do you have a bacta patch? I skinned my knee when I fell for you!" "That's terrible!" Kix choked out. They passed around several more bad pick up lines, Fives listing off ones he actually thought were good. "So Fives, if they are so successful, which did you use for Petra?" Cody asked. "Well, um..."Fives began.

"He didn't," Echo chimed in, "He didn't say anything, she had to talk to him first," "How would you even know that?" Fives asked. Echo shrugged, "Sliced your com," "You listened in to the entire date?" Fives almost yelled. Jesse shook his head, "Na we stopped, it was boring," "WHAT?" Fives gasped. "I didn't do that to you!" "Because you don't know HOW to," Echo answered. Fives sat back, grumbling about how he was going to beat all of them during the next hand to hand training. And Rex made a note to himself that if he ever did end up with a date, to make sure his com was powered down. Even so, he relaxed. Their banter was comforting. "'Case, do you have to do that?" Echo asked, wrinkling his nose. "Yup!" Hardcase answered, making a show of dipping his fries into his shake.

"Disgusting," Echo said. “It’s delicious!” Hardcase answered doing it again. “Fives, trade me spots so I don’t have to watch this,” Echo complained. “Oh no, Fives and Hardcase can not sit together if we ever want to come back here again” Rex stopped them. “Back to the topic at hand!” Cody said. Rex groaned,” if you have to do this, do we have to here?” “Yes,” they all answered. “Where did you put on the list for first date?” Jesse asked. “Absolutely not telling you that,” Rex said sharply. “It’s not that hard to figure out,” Echo said, as he glared at Hardcase. Hardcase was still happily dipping his fries in his shake with a huge grin. “What do you mean?” Tup asked.

“Echo means Rex will choose somewhere familiar, so instead of just saying a diner he would pick this one,” Kix explained. “He only goes like six places,” Jesse pointed out. “I go other places!!” Rex insisted. “Well there is here,” Tup pointed out, loosing baby brother privilege points. “He can’t very well have someone meet him on the Resolute or in the barracks,” Echo added. “Not the Jedi Temple or the training hall,” Cody said. “There’s Clio’s mom's place” Fives glanced at Rex, who was was now trying to ignore them and focus on the food he had only been picking at. He glanced at Tup, who was listening to the conversation and munching on fries. Tup was safe, he wouldn’t tell the others.

“He does tend to disappear sometimes,” Kix said. Rex shrugged, “Walking around Coruscant,” true, to an extent. Thankfully they were ignoring Tup, while he might not outright tell them. None of them were great at lying. “It’s either going to be here or the cafe,”Fives insisted. “I would hope he wouldn’t meet here for his first date,” Cody answered. “I’m pretty sure he has more class than that,” “I’ll just hear about it from Clio then,” Echo said, satisfied. His partner was as talkative as his batch brother and had become fast friends with Fives. Deciding to call and see if he could add a few places to the list tomorrow, the others seemed satisfied in their deduction and moved on.

“How long do you think it will be before he gets a message?” Jesse asked. “It took a standard week for me,” “Same,” Fives and Echo. “Four rotations,” Cody added. “Three,” Kix said. Tup didn’t say anything, but he had heard back the very next morning. Hardcase was the only one who hadn’t gone as he was with someone he had met at 79’s. “Maybe not at all,” Rex said. “There aren’t going to be many okay with someone who gets shipped out often.” “No reason to think we all won’t be lucky, Rex’ika,” Cody hit his shoulder. “But we shouldn’t push ours here much longer,”

“Awe, Rex you’ll get your wish for a more private talk,” Fives said.

Rex didn’t even bother to hope to shake them this time as they followed him back to his quarters. He did wonder at what point he’d be successful in kicking them out of his room. Especially with Cody being one of them. He was surprised when they approached his quarters. “With me, Kix,” Cody said, “the rest of you, goodbye” “What?!?!” Echo and Fives chorused. Hardcase laughed, like he figured as much. “Why does Kix get to stay?” Jesse almost pouted. Just then Rex’s com chimed. He grabbed it on reflex, figuring it was either Skywalker with some wild ideas for the next relief mission or Fox needing an extra squad for rounds that night. “Captain Rex,” he said, in what his closest brothers called his ‘Captain voice’. “Hello again Rex, I did not think I would be contacting you this soon. This is Isa from Right to Love,” the woman said.

Rex’s mind immediately went to them rejecting his profile. Who would want a clone with his defects, an active duty one at that. “Oh, I'm sorry,” he said, trying to turn from his now very interested brothers. “I thought you were someone else,” “Ooooo” and “no way, already?” And “Faster than Tup!” more than one of his brothers had pieced it together. He made a rude gesture to them over his shoulder. “That’s quite alright,” she said. “I was contacting you about a match,” He felt like electricity was buzzing under his skin, through his brain, he went cold. He had another pang of missing his armor. “I spoke with her this afternoon. I think you two aren’t only compatible, but you have quite a bit in common,” Isa continued. “You should get along wonderfully…” This would have to happen with everyone here. He could almost feel the buzz of excitement behind him. They were excited for him. As much teasing as they did and would do, he knew they wanted the best for him. “You are able to meet tomorrow evening?” She asked.

“Yes, yes, of course,” he answered. “I just sent you more information, short profile, time, location. You should have everything you need, but if there is anything else feel free to call us,” Isa finished. “Thank you,” he responded. “Have a wonderful time! Goodnight!” And she disconnected.

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[harringtonstilinski]

I Got You Something - Steve Harrington

Author: @stilinskiparker​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader Word Count: 436 Warnings: fluff, pure tooth rotting fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes. Based off a prompt from this list A/N: Hi, friends! This piece is based between Seasons 3&4. It’s not stated, but both work at Family Video. Anyways, I hope you like this little piece! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

I never imagined life with Steve would be this amazing. Yeah, we have ups and downs, but it’s mostly been ups. I smile every single day, we laugh together, do stuff together, it’s great!

Steve and I started dating about six months ago, but we’ve known each other since we were kids. Although, I stopped hanging out with him when Tommy H. and Carol came around, and then when he started dating Nancy.

We both had jobs at Starcourt Mall when it opened; him at Scoops Ahoy, and me at The Great Cookie.  Both of us ended up losing our jobs because the mall ended up burning down… or that’s what the police have been telling us to say. Yes, I know about the Russians, and now I know about the Mind Flayer and the Upside Down. Things have been pretty quiet regarding all that for a few months, so it’s been nice. 

Since Steve’s parents are rarely ever home, I decided to move in with him, and it’s been great! I was currently in the kitchen making some dinner when I felt two arms wrap around my middle, causing me to jump.

“Oh, my gosh, you scared me,” I breathed through a smile.

“I got you something,” he said. I could hear the smile through his words.

I turned around in his arms, putting my hands on the back of his neck. “Oh, really?”

He hummed and nodded his head, pulling back from me to grab my hands, leading me away from the kitchen. 

“Steve, I have dinner on the stove!”

“It’s pasta,” he said. “I know it has to boil or whatever for a few minutes. Besides, this won’t take long.”

He led upstairs to his room, where he told me to shut my eyes. I did as he asked before he asked me to turn around, which I did. I felt him behind me before he whispered, “Lift your hair.”

I lifted my hair as asked, and smiled when I felt something gently press against my neck. Without him asking, I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing a silver necklace with Steve written in a fancy design.

Smile still on my face, I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling in for a kiss. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered when we parted. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my girl,” he smiled, pulling my back in for another kiss. 

It was a couple minutes before I remembered about the pasta on the stove. I quickly pulled from the kiss and ran down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Steve hollered.

“The pasta!”

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[babiebom]

Accidental Prey(iii)

A/N: i have realized that I have a type in two different ways. If anyone has read or watched the outsiders, Johnny reminds me of the guy who plays Dallas Winston and when I first read the book and watched I have had a crush on him and his looks remind me of that. But also the Dead by Daylight version of ghost face also reminds me of Johnny personality wise which is a problem. The fictional men I am into are just MENACES. Also her name (Fawn) is based on her survival instincts (fight/flight/freeze/fawn) AND how helpless she is similar to a baby deer. ALSO I meant to post this WEEKS ago like beginning of October. I looked for chapter 4 for like 15 minutes before realizing I only posted 2 chapters. Anyways if whoever is reading this wants the next two chapters to come out quickly I will oblige. But just know the authors notes will be outdated because I don’t feel like changing them.

Tw: threats, mentions of murder, pregnancy, cursing, talks of cannibalism, gore, blood, fighting, main character is being held hostage. Abuse/abusive tendencies, physical fighting y’know dysfunctional family things.

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Upstairs turned into an absolute shitshow as soon as Johnny's feet touched the landing. Drayton immediately began yelling about the girl, and it made him want to blow up. He didn’t bother listening as he headed to the fridge to grab something to drink. The old man huffed and puffed as Johnny ignored him, causing everyone else to start getting antsy. “LISTEN WHEN I TALK TO YOU, BOY!”

Growling to himself, Johnny spins around, glaring right at his eldest brother, he wanted to attack him in a fit of rage. “DON’T YOU BOY ME OLD MAN!”

The two men stared at each other, daring the other to make a move. “That girl cannot be kept here.”

“Well she’s gonna be, so get over it.”

Drayton sighs, shaking his head. His fists were ghost white from how tightly he was balling them up, yet Johnny knew the man wouldn’t try anything against him. For a second he thought everything was going to calm down, but nothing ever seems to go his way as Nubbins begins yelling, himself.

“If you’re not gonna kill ‘er I will!” Johnny’s head snapped to look at him. Was he really going to try anything? “Look at what she did to my face!”

The man sounded absolutely distressed with how he whined, and looking at his face Johnny could see why. Nubbins’ face was covered in tiny scratches, they were bright red, with blood crusting over them. The scratches trailed down his face, onto his throat and chest, onto his arms and for a second Johnny almost changed his mind on just how defenseless his little mouse was. Maybe she would fight him back, it sure seems like she fought him. Or maybe she just disliked the son of a bitch enough to want to maim him. Chuckling, Johnny doesn’t bother to hide his smirk. “Sure does look like it hurts”.

Nubbins lunged at Johnny only to be pushed to the ground roughly. The man scrambled to get up quickly, attempting to lunge at Johnny again. Sissy screamed at him to stop, and Drayton didn’t bother to stop anything. “Try that again, I dare you”.

Instead of lunging again, Nubbins darted towards the stairs leading down into the basement. Gasping, Johnny chases after him, and he can hear the footsteps of his siblings behind him. Great, the shitshow can move downstairs. Not even an hour later, everyone is returning to the basement.

Getting there a second after Nubbins almost means that the mouse loses her life, he grabs the girl by her hair causing her to scream at the top of her lungs, she struggles against him, swinging her hands blindly in an attempt to get him off of her. Johnny sees red at the sight of him holding his property up by her hair. “Get off of me you FREAK!” She wiggles around violently, trying to escape his hold. Johnny lunges at Nubbins with his hands extended.

Everything moves too fast for his mind to process and just like Nubbins had the girl, he had grabbed him by the hair, yanking him away. Punching the top of his head, Johnny shoved him to the ground once again, threatening to end his life. The girl had stopped screaming, but was now cowering in the corner. “If ANYONE is going to end that girl's life it’s going to be ME!”

The girl gasps, and Johnny looks over at her for a second before he watches the girl turn to Sissy in fear. “Please don’t let him kill me! We met at the store, remember? We talked about-about brownies, about you baking a pie! You talked about your brothers! Remember?”

The second Johnny moves she cowers back again, staring at him with wide eyes. Again, the terror doesn’t make him feel as it usually does with other victims, he doesn’t feel that success, as if he got the biggest prize after hunting. He just feels…pity for her. “Please! I’m pregnant!” Her mouth moves as if she’s going to beg for her life, as if she’s going to say something else, yet she doesn’t.

Johnny, however, shuts down. Pregnant?

Well, at least they had to keep her now, he just had to figure out if it was his or not.

Fawn sobbed to herself stuck down in the basement. It was dank, there were bones and blood everywhere and her nose burned from how bad it smelled. Gagging, she pushes herself to the back of the mattress, trying to get comfortable enough that she could space out and ignore what was happening around her.

The only good thing was that she probably did no real damage to the baby, not having a baby bump to fall on, not really having that much of a baby to effect. And the fact that she felt nothing was wrong with her body other than the headache that was taking over her ability to think. She could hear something thudding upstairs, and for a second she had hoped that her parents sent police or her parents themselves were up there. Yet she knew, in her heart and in her brain she knew that there was no one up there that was looking for her. Her parents probably haven’t even noticed anything was wrong, she had to be back home by midnight and she doubted that it was even close to that, and even if they knew how would the police even be here? How would they know?

She sniffed, bringing her knees to her chest, watching as a large man entered the basement. For a second he seems surprised to see her, moving backwards in what she assumed to be surprise but when she thought more about it his movement mimicked fear or anxiety. Was she in his space? Looking around she sees bloody tools and a drawer and other tools and things lying around. He seemed to want to move to the desk that was directly across from her, but seemed awkward. Fawn didn’t dare speak though, not wanting to trigger the man or anything. So the two stared at each other in silence, blinking and sizing one another up as if they were two abused animals trying to make sure they won’t get maimed again.

Tired of just staring, Fawn resumes crying, letting her head fall into her knees. Everything has gone to shit in a matter of weeks, a few months ago she was content with her life, and now she was trapped in a musty ass basement after being kidnapped by strange people that keep threatening to kill her by talking amongst themselves as if she were just an animal or cattle that they had to get rid of. Everything was unnerving about these people. And now knowing the two she had spoken to in the store weeks earlier were taking part in this, she wondered if they had planned the whole thing. Though the man she had met seemed like he wanted her alive. But then again he probably was to blame, him and that girl.

Yelping, Fawn looks up in shock. The pressure on her head did not help the headache, but she could tell the man in front of her was trying his best to be gentle. Maybe he was uncomfortable with her crying in his space. He didn’t say anything, and jumped backwards after she made noise, just staring and making noises at her. Clearing her throat, she tries to offer a watery smile, hoping that if she got him on her side he could help her leave. “Thank you…” she said, blinking up at him. The man made a happy-ish noise and clapped his hands once, moving to the table across from her finally.

Even with how big he was he wasn’t really all that scary, at least not yet. Imagining him chasing her was terrifying enough to keep Fawn in check, not wanting to push her luck with the guy. He seemed to be non-verbal which she didn’t mind, but that could also be a reason to not choose him to manipulate. She wanted out, and needed out before she got too big to even try to escape. Then again, escaping seemed impossible, and a stupid move with a house full of people that would probably kill her given the chance.

The sound of stomping filled her ears and before she realizes it the metal door that they had left through slams open and the man in the green shirt flies through. Frowning, she can’t do anything but scream as he pulls her up by her hair. Angrily, she yells curses at him attempting to hit him with her tied up fists. “YOU FUCKING- YOU LOSER UGH! Get off of me you FREAK!”

Struggling against him, she begins to cry out of rage. She hated this man, and even if it took her dying, if she could she would take the dumbass with her. The man from the store snatched him off of her. Even in her gratitude, the way he snatched him away sent fear into her heart. The big man that was trying to comfort her earlier had his back against his work desk, staring in shock as the man shoved the other to the ground.

“If you ever touch that girl again I will string you up on one of them hooks and gut you like a fish.”

Staring in shock, she watched him stand over the green shirt man, wondering why he was standing up for her. But in that moment her blood turned ice cold as the man continued to speak, also threatening her life in the same breath. Swallowing, she couldn’t help but continue to cry, terrified that the man would spin around and kill her right then and there. She had no idea what was going on in his mind other than the fact that she is his kill and that no one else was allowed to for a reason that was probably only known to him.

Gasping for air she looked to try and find the big man from earlier, but instead her eyes landed on the woman from the store. She had to remember her…right? Even though she looked totally in shock, she had to have some sort of rapport with her from letting her talk for like an hour.

“Please don’t let him kill me!” She begs, moving to face the woman fully. The woman looks at her as if she feels bad, but Fawn could see in her eyes that nothing was really there…but still she had to try and make herself seem weak, maybe she was weak, but she still needed someone to help her. “We met at the store, remember? We talked about-about brownies, about you baking a pie! You talked about your brothers! Remember?”

“Sugar…” the woman speaks, not really moving to do anything, letting out an awkward laugh.

The man from before moves towards Fawn quickly, causing her to fall backwards to try and get away from him. Involuntarily her body begins to shake, the way he was looking at her made her want to vomit. He was definitely going to kill her, there was no way he wasn’t going to. Her mind races with anything that could help her case, and she speaks without thinking. “Please! I’m pregnant!”

Fawn thinks to speak again, to beg, to do something; but with how nauseous the man in front of her looked she decided that keeping her mouth shut was best. He looks as if he has seen a ghost, as if instead of saying she’s pregnant that Fawn spun her head around and vomited at him screaming in tongues. The man takes one breath in, it’s shaky and makes her uncomfortable. His eyes are locked on her, and even if she wants to look away she can’t in fear that he is going to jump on her.

He starts to shake, his body visibly vibrating with whatever emotion he was feeling. The basement is so silent except for his breathing, making her more anxious than anything else. “Listen to me…” he speaks, turning to face the people that she assumed were his family, the woman had said she had brothers. “She is not dying. No one is going to kill her. If I leave and come back and this girl is dead or gone there’ll be hell to pay.”

No one speaks in opposition to him, and even staring at the green shirted man, or the old man Fawn realizes that somehow he had some sort of intimidation that made them want to comply. She just hoped he would keep this reality instead of changing his mind.

She didn’t want to die.

Drayton wanted to throttle Johnny so badly he could feel the thought of him doing it scratching his brain. The girl was pregnant? It was obvious that the stupid boy had gotten her pregnant, he probably knew the girl was pregnant to begin with. Talking about keeping her as a ‘pet’, he wanted to keep her because he had knocked her up. He brought a love child into the world without anyone knowing somehow and it burned Drayton up inside.

Drayton knew he himself was too old for kids, that part of his life was over and even though he had no want nor need to have kids a part of him inside was still angry. They had a rule, not one that anyone accepted, but one that was still put in place by Grandpa. The old man hates relationships, and the fact that Johnny went against that and had the nerve to threaten the family over some common whore offended him.

“You got her pregnant?” Drayton spits, as soon as everyone steps into the kitchen. He couldn’t wait to say anything about this, couldn’t hold his tongue until later.

“No?” Johnny looked at Drayton as if he were crazy, and this angered him even more. Seeing him act as if nothing happened down there, as if the very girl he had admitted to stalking got pregnant by someone else while he was watching her. It doesn’t make any sense for that to be the truth.

“Then how’d she get that way?”

Johnny shrugs, brushing Drayton off and walks away. He curses after the boy, moving to hit someone or something to get out the growing anger. Bubba moves away, and so does Nubbins who is now laughing about Johnny’s ‘girlfriend’ being pregnant, extremely giddy about the fact that he denied the baby being his, which meant she had slept with someone else.

It was chaos, dumb chaos that could’ve been avoided in multiple ways that somehow the family managed to hit head on every single time. The girl could’ve avoided this as well, Drayton just felt like everyone was out to get him, to make his life harder than it needs to be. The police presence itself was making getting food harder, and now they had someone trapped in their basement that they had no intentions of getting rid of, or rather Johnny had no intentions of getting rid of.

Sissy sang to herself, finishing the dinner that was left warming on the stovetop. Bubba had taken to trying to help her, and while it lowered the tension a little, something still had to be done about his brother.

Maybe telling Grandpa would make everything fix itself, or maybe it would give the old man an aneurysm. There were too many things going on, and too many things in the future that they would have to deal with. Even if they found a way to kill or, or even let her die in childbirth, there was still a baby that they had to deal with, and even if Johnny said the baby wasn’t his, Drayton knew that he was lying and this meant they are going to have one more mouth to feed. One more person he would have a leash on, and that child being like Johnny makes things a million percent harder.

God does he hope things aren’t harder.

#texas chainsaw massacre fic #texas chainsaw massacre game #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game #tcm #tcm drayton #tcm bubba #tcm cook #tcm family #tcm fanfic #tcm nubbins #tcm sissy #tcm johnny #johnny tcm #tcm hitchhiker #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #Johnny sawyer fic #johnny slaughter fanfic #the hitchhiker #tcm game #tcm headcanons

[mutant-chain-reaction]

Love Language Fic -- Part 4

Part 4 (and the final part) of the little fanfictions based off of my Love Language Headcanon post for the 2k3 turtles with this part starring Leonardo. Like the parts that came before it, this is pretty general and focuses on platonic feelings.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Leonardo scared the hell out of you when you had first met.

Almost fittingly, it had been during a small ice storm, winter announcing itself for the season. You had been quaking in your boots, hoping that Moose would hurry up with his business in the snow starting to coat the yard. It was a little strange that he was taking so long -- he usually hated the cold. After a minute or two, though, you realized Moose was tracking a scent.

"Oh, come on." You trudged over toward the area of the fence where Moose had paused. He was looking up by the landlord's shed, tilting his head, his tail wagging slowly. "What is it, a squirrel--AH!"

You jumped, not at all expecting to see the turtle hunched over the building's dumpster. "Dammit, can't you give me a little warning, uh…"

His mask was blue.

"You must be Leonardo," you said.

"I see you know of me." He leaped down from the container and stood to his full height. "Even though my brothers told me nothing of you."

His voice was low, his eyes narrowed from more than just the snow swirling around the two of you. The only time his gaze moved from yours was to glance at Moose sniffing at his toes.

"I was disappointed to hear that, too," you admitted.

He walked closer and you willed yourself to stand your ground. "What do you want?"

You blinked. "Huh?"

"What do you have to gain by being nice to some mutant turtles?" he asked.

"Uh, new friends?" You weren't quite sure where this line of questioning was going.

"Do you not know?" he asked in return.

"What are you going on about?" You finally took a step back, bewildered at this particular brother.

Leonardo paused a moment. "Do I scare you?"

"No," you said slowly, "but your attitude is a bit intense. Your brothers said you were the cool-headed leader, and I'm not seeing that at all."

He sighed. "I'm concerned about my brothers' judgment. They can be naive when it comes to you humans."

"'You humans?'" you echoed incredulously. "You make us sound diseased."

"You going to tell me you didn't think the same when you saw us?" he demanded.

"No, I did not think that!" You struggled to keep from shouting. "When I saw your brother, I thought, 'Whoa, that's a giant-ass turtle,' followed quickly by, 'Damn, he's hurt.'"

Leonardo faltered. "Hurt?"

You took a deep breath. "Giant gash on Donnie's leg about a month ago. I bandaged it."

He grew quiet and you looked around for Moose, who was following another trail by the backstairs. His fur was soaked to his skin.

"Why?" Leonardo's voice was almost drowned out by the wind.

"Why'd I help him?" To the turtle's nod, you continued. "He was hurt. What other reason do I need?"

"I don't believe that," he said.

"Alright," you said, "how about older sibling instincts? Seriously, he was hurt, was the right thing to do, and… he looked lost. Not frightened, but maybe close to it? Does that make sense?"

Leonardo nodded. "It does… Still, it's weird for a human to do that for someone who's clearly different."

"It is weird," you agreed. "It's another reason why I did it."

He blinked but, after a moment, his head tilted and a ghost of a smile appeared on his face. "Older sibling instincts, huh? You're not just saying that to pretend we have something in common?"

"After getting that kind of attitude," you deadpanned, "I'm thankful it's just me here. I can only imagine how hurt my foster siblings would have been had I still lived with them."

He rubbed the top of his head and sighed. "I just don't know what to think of all this…"

"It's going to take all sides to get used to this," you said. "It's not every day I nearly get into an argument with a giant turtle in the snow. On that note, I need to get Moose back inside--Where'd he go?" I stumbled as I looked around, hoping my little dog didn't fall in a snowbank.

Moose was found nearly under a bush, probably trying to track a rabbit, thanks to Leonardo. He was bewildered when Moose reached up to lick his chin before the turtle handed your dog to you.

You thanked him quietly before saying, "Come inside, and I'll get us something hot to drink. You want hot chocolate, coffee, tea? I have tons of tea…"

You started to shuffle back inside the building before hearing Leo's voice.

"Tea…?" His voice was soft, gentle, calm.

You matched his tone. "I prefer it to coffee."

He smiled. "So do I." After a heartbeat, he held out his hand. "I'm Leonardo."

You grinned and shook his hand. "It's wonderful to meet you."

Your friendship was smooth-sailing after your initial meeting. Leonardo wasn't a stranger to popping in on his own, and the pair of you enjoyed your talks usually over tea. He always seemed to appreciate that your old-fashioned kettle was ready to brew a couple of cups at a moment's notice, and he occasionally brought over new blends for the two of you to try.

Where he got the new blends, you never asked.

"You can sit down, you know," you said one such evening when Leonardo showed up. You were leaning against your small counter, the surface being the divider between your kitchen and living room in your apartment, near your stove as you waited for the kettle to boil. "You don't have to wait until the tea is all set."

Leo momentarily looked lost, as if he needed something to do while waiting for both of you to be comfortable. So far, he had fluffed the throw pillows on your couch, refolded Moose's blanket twice, and even straightened the punching bag on its chain, which you pretty sure wasn't even a thing.

Despite that, he listened to your suggestion and took a seat atop one of the barstools on the other side of the counter.

Tidying up was just something that Leonardo tended to do whenever it was just him at your apartment. It was almost as if the physical acts were a thank you for the simple act of making him tea.

Placing the cup of tea by Leo, you went around to take the seat next to him and asked, "Are you the neatest in your house?" while gesturing to Moose now digging at his blanket in his bed and ruining Leonardo's hard work.

Leo chuckled and said, "I think so? Maybe aside from our father… I'm sorry, I probably should ask before touching your belongings."

"Don't worry about it," you said. "I got nothing to hide around here. I just find it a little amusing that one of your first instincts is to clean up." You paused to take a sip of your tea. "I hope that doesn't say anything about the state of my home…"

"Oh, no, not at all," Leo said quickly. "I don't meant to--I hope I'm not offending you by--"

"Stop." You waved off his brief panic. "I was teasing. You are absolutely fine. Tell me who won today's practice session."

He rolled his eyes at the typical question, having explained numerous times that no one "wins" the sessions as they all seek to improve their skills. You practically have his answer memorized, but he eventually started responding to your typical question as if there was a winner since you never gave up on asking.

"Raph," Leo said. "Would have considered him disqualified for how hard he went on Mikey at one point, but it was totally Mikey's fault…"

"He's such a little brother."

Leo quirked a smile and proceeded to tell you the story of their session, something about how the session started as a hand-to-hand combat exercise before somehow becoming a two-vs-two session with Leo and Donny versus Raph and Mikey. Then Mikey did something that made Raph turn on his supposed teammate and it all just devolved from there.

The stories were always entertaining, and you were even more entertained at Leonardo finishing up the story as he automatically took both of your empty teacups and start washing them while talking. You gave him a crooked smile, with him no doubt thinking it was due to his tale, but you knew it was more so at his actions.

Wordlessly, you grabbed one of your dishtowels to dry the dishes he washed, inwardly debating on whether to stop him from washing every dish in your sink.

You decided to let him keep going. If Leonardo was comfortable doing chores that tried to make you more comfortable, well, who were you to argue? You just made a mental note to be sure to return the favor whenever you could.

#tmnt 2003 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt leonardo #fanfiction #headcanon #love language

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Twitter ー Reiji Sakamaki [2021 Compilation]

–> This post includes all tweets posted on the official Rejet Twitter account for Reiji Sakamaki (@DialoverReijiS) in 2021.

Shuu l Ayato l Kanato l Laito l Subaru l Ruki l Kou l Yuma l Azusa l Carla l Shin l Kino

January 22, 2021

> Good grief, not just Ayato, but Subaru as well. I truly wish they would stop destroying the manor...

> I wonder if they do not realize that our household’s budget decreases, the higher the reparation costs get?

> No, I shall use this opportunity to make sure they understand once and for all.

> They will not get their favorite food nor any pocket money until they have finished all reparations by themselves. 

February 14, 2021 (Valentine’s Day)

> Thank you once again. I shall eat them since I have no other choice…Just kidding. Would you laugh if I were to admit that I look forward to your chocolates every year?

March 14, 2021 (White Day)

> Thank you very much for the Valentine’s Day chocolates. Putting in all of my skill, this is what I have prepared for you in return. I made these to fit your personal tastes, so please savor them thoroughly. Furthermore, I shall also treat you to a cup of this high-quality tea.

April 1, 2021 (April Fools)

> Press F in the chat.

T/N: The original expression used here is ぱおん. Which is based on Shuu’s ぴえん, but expresses an even stronger sense of sadness.

May 19, 2021

> Excuse me, how long will you keep on sleeping? I cannot believe I had to come pick you up...Good grief. 

> Listen carefully? As long as we live underneath the same roof, I shall not allow such a lazy attitude.

> A fine response. It appears that you understand who you belong to. 

> Well then, I shall make you a cup of my very own deluxe tea, so please go freshen up in the meantime. 

May 26, 2021

> From dance steps to the correct way to pour a cup of tea...I have taught you many things so far, have I not?

> I am the one who should thank you. After all, you have taught me a much more valuable lesson.

> Well then, do you understand what I’m referring to?

> Fufu, I suppose I will have to let you know sooner rather than later. 

June 18, 2021

> I am delighted to hear you enjoyed it...Although you could have dropped the ‘occasionally’. (@Carla)

> I do happen to own the sequel as well. Would you like to borrow it? (@Carla)

> Do you not think it is up to the demanding party to come get it? (@Calra)

July 7, 2021

> It is most likely the high humidity which has caused his hair to explode. He happens to have very fine, soft hair so it poofs more than it would for the average person. 

July 31, 2021

> I pray that I will get less complaints about my brothers from the teachers. #TanabataWishes

August, 2021

> Who tore off the curtain in the living room? 

> I can only assume Ayato is behind this...This is not the first time either. He shall not be forgiven. 

> He will not get any pocket money this month to cover for the reparation fee. 

August 29, 2021

> Honestly, I would have not been surprised if you had kept things simple this year, but you prepared thoroughly for the celebration. Thanks to you, I find myself very much looking forward to this day every year. Well then, my dear, please come here. Let us end the day in the best way possible. 

October 4, 2021

> I have been very much into rooibos tea as of late.

> I heard it also improves health and beauty.

> I shall pour you a cup as well next time. 

November 21, 2021

> Do you have a minute? There is something important I must tell you.

> This is a present for you. We have spent a very long time together, and said anniversary is approaching. I chose this especially for you from various other products. You will accept it, right?

December 23, 2021

> Oh dear, I cannot believe that even picking out presents has become something enjoyable to me, as long as I know I am choosing something for you.

December 24, 2021

> Did you enjoy Christmas? Well, it only makes sense you did, considering I have been secretly planning everything since quite some time ago. I am also very happy we were able to spend today together.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers twitter #diabolik lovers tweets #diabolik lovers translation

[thatredheadwriter]

Black Friday

frankie morales x reader

You and Frankie are both weathering the elements to make it the best Christmas ever.

This is a SFW oneshot for female reader with Frankie Morales of Triple Frontier. This work does not contain smut, however, it may contain mature language or themes, and as a rule, my blog is only for those over the age of 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Content Includes (but is not limited to):

It’s a meet cute, fluffy as hell

Black Friday is hell, but this is cute and I couldn’t not do it

I know nothing about children’s toys, so I made something up, don’t judge me

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

You check your watch for the umpteenth time and curse when you see it’s only been two minutes since the last time you checked. Florida was not supposed to be this cold and you hadn’t owned a proper coat in years. Your coffee had been reduced to dregs nearly an hour ago and it was still thirty minutes until the store was due to open.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be one of the lunatics standing outside a big box store at 4 am the morning after Thanksgiving, but you had a reputation to uphold as the world’s greatest aunt. Your niece’s favorite TV show just released a line of dolls and according to the news outlets, the product in stock would not be enough to meet the demand. With her mom deployed and your brother working nights on base, you decided if nobody else was going to get her that overpriced, strawberry-scented, talking doll, you would.

“I think time moves slower the colder it gets,” a deep voice chuckles behind you, and you turn back to see a man who looks just as exhausted as you are, although there’s a coffee thermos clipped to his belt and your mouth instantly waters. In your early-morning, cold-addled state, you don’t realize you’re staring until he shifts nervously and apologizes, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

You immediately speak up, “No, no, you didn’t bother me. I’m just exhausted. And freezing.” You blow on your hands for effect, wishing you still had those gloves you’d won in the office party gift exchange last year.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he grins, and you can’t help but notice the way his eyes sparkle under the brim of his well-worn cap. Chesnut curls stick out from underneath it, streaked with flecks of gray that match the crinkles beside his eyes. “I wouldn’t be here, but my daughter wants this doll for Christmas, and…she’s been great. She really deserves it.”

Right, daughter. Which means this handsome man is probably not looking to ask you out, even if his ring finger is decidedly bare. But you don’t linger on it long. You doubt he’d see you that way even if he was available, dressed in animal-fur covered joggers and a sweatshirt you got in college.

“The Tina Talks doll?” you question, leaning against the freezing brick to relieve your aching feet and face this handsome stranger more easily.

“That’s the one. Don’t tell me that’s what you’re here for too.”

You huff a laugh, watching your breath dissipate in the freezing morning air. “Unfortunately. I have to protect my status as the world’s greatest aunt, and my niece is obsessed with that show.”

“What is it about this doll? The show isn’t even good,” he leans in and whispers like it’s some big secret, but you only laugh harder.

“I know! We always watch it when she stays over and I cannot handle more than two at a time or I will go insane.”

The two of you chuckle for a moment, lost in your own little bubble. You watch as calloused, nimble fingers unclip the thermos from his belt loop and he pours himself a fresh cup of coffee, and your mouth practically waters at the steam floating up from the metal mug.

You know you’ve been caught staring when he holds the thermos out to you. “Do you want some? I have plenty.”

You’re going to refuse, but your empty cup is still in your hand and he’s drinking it so it’s probably not poisoned. Plus it’d be nice to feel your fingers.

“Sure, thanks,” you pop the lid off your empty latte and hold it out for him to fill.

“It’s black, sorry if that’s not what you’re used to.” This man seems genuinely apologetic that he doesn’t have any cream or sugar to offer you, and it’s positively endearing.

You smile at his kindness. “I usually sweeten mine up a little, but I am not feeling picky.”

A comfortable silence falls between you as you both sip at your coffees, and the line shifts slightly in anticipation.

“I never did get your name,” you look at him from the corner of your eye, and he pauses for a moment as if he’s trying to decipher your motives. He must determine you’re not a threat because he swallows his coffee and recaps the thermos.

“Francisco Morales, but everyone calls me Frankie. Or Fish,” he adds the last part reluctantly, and you determine there’s a story there that you’d definitely like to hear.

“It’s nice to meet you, Frankie,” you let the name roll over your tongue, and you instantly know it fits the man in front of you.

“Do I get your name?” he asks with a slight cock of his brow, tucking a plump lower lip between his teeth.

You leave him hanging for a moment, but then give him your name. He repeats it in a way that sends a shiver down your spine, unrelated to the biting cold around you.

Frankie rolls his shoulders back, a motion that seems to pain him. One of his hands comes up to rub the back of his neck and he curses quietly in Spanish.

“You okay?” you ask, already deeply invested in this beautiful man’s well-being.

His laugh is tinged with bitterness this time, “Annual football game with my guys got a little rough. I’m getting too old for that shit, but they still make me play every year.”

“I have ibuprofen in my bag,” you offer, already digging through the compartments of your purse for the bottle you know you refilled after your period last week. “It’s the least I can do after you shared your coffee.”

He smiles, and you suddenly feel about five degrees warmer. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

You finally find the evasive bottle and pass it over to him, trying not to lose your composure when your hand brushes his for a moment.

“Thanks,” he says once he’s swallowed them and passed back the bottle.

“Don’t mention it. Happy to help any dad who’s willing to stand out here for three hours just to get his daughter’s Christmas present.”

Frankie looks like he’s about to say something else when suddenly there’s a commotion up by the doors. When you check your watch you realize the store is opening and your heart falls as you realize your time with Frankie is at an end.

As the line moves towards the door, Frankie clears his throat and calls your name as he reaches out to touch your elbow. You slide over so he can walk beside you on the walkway, and you notice he looks flustered.

“I was wondering if, and if not that’s totally okay, but could I maybe have your number? You can forget I-”

“Frankie, I’d love to,” you smile like a fool as the two of you enter retail hell together.

#frankie morales #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales blurb #meet cute #triple frontier #triple frontier blurb #right on queue

[ev-cupcake]

This is my first fanfic. Do I know what I’m doing? No. Did I stay on theme? Not very well. Does this make any sense? Nope.

Jasonette July day 1 AIM

Society has been giving us targets for most of our lives.

High grades.

A stable future

A healthy lifestyle

Good looks”

The list goes on. But sometimes, some people, are given a much more serious target:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, was one of those people in one of those times. When she was 13 years old the universe gave her a new target: Victory. Victory, against an emotional terrorist. Victory, against a foe who was more skilled and more prepared than she was. Victory, against something worse than this poor child had ever even thought possible.

Gabriel was defeated after 4 years of war. And the peacock Miraculous was reclaimed. But Nooroo was lost. Ladybug and chat Noir have continued to patrol to assure Paris that they will be there when the danger returns.

Now a 20 year old Marinette alongside her partner (aka brother) faces the same target she faced years ago, but now, hopefully, she has better aim.

*****

“When doing archery there are a few things you need to know:

1- Check your stance, you need a firm foundation.

2- Relax your shoulders, if you’re too stiff you can’t make the proper minuscule adjustments.”

“You just said I needed to be firm?”

“There is a difference between being firm and being stiff.

3- be aware of your surroundings but don’t focus on them, there are a million factors that can affect your aim but they shouldn’t distract you.

4- if the target is moving don’t aim at where it is, aim at where it will be…”

Red hood zoned out as Arsenal explained archery to an over excited street kid. They had just finished patrolling when a small group of kids called them over. They figured they had a few minutes spare so they stopped. Hood wasn’t surprised that they seemed more interested in Arsenal than in him, after all hood wasn’t as familiar to the kids in star city as he was in Gotham, but he still felt a little bit salty about it. So he interjected.

“You know most of those hints apply to using a gun too.”

“Hood, we are not teaching children how to use guns!”

Arsenal shot him down before he could really interfere.

“Yeah yeah. Ok.” Hood looked at the kids and smiled, under his helmet, at seeing their excitement. After a few more minutes they had to head back to base (Roy’s apartment). Just as they were leaving hood turned back to the kids:

“If y’all ever need food, there’s a place three blocks down on the corner of 3rd street that hands out their leftovers to kids after they close.”

He saw the younger ones perk up at his words, but the older kids looked skeptical. It broke his heart that kids so young had to be so wary of the world around them. After assuring them it was safe, more than once the kids seemed more open to the idea. With that done they headed off.

They landed on Roy’s fire escape as quietly as they could, Lian should still be asleep since she had an exhausting day at the park yesterday. They clambered inside to find her on the couch facing them, only half asleep.

Roy walked over and picked her up. “What are you doing out here sweetie? You should be in your room.”

She looked up at him with tired eyes. “I wanted to s’prise you”

“Yeah ok Princess.”

Jason lounged on the couch and plopped his helmet on the coffee table as Roy took Lian back to bed. “G’night pumpkin!” He said just as they left the room. There was a barely audible response of “g’night uncle J.” Before the door closed.

A few minutes and a sleeping child later, Roy flopped next his best friend on the couch. “So… how long are you going to be in town?”

Jason groaned and leaned his head farther back. “Not much longer. B neads me in Paris to check out strange activity because, APPARENTLY, everyone else is busy.”

“It can’t be THAT ba, can it? You’re going to Paris.”

“You can come with you know, I’m sure Lian would love to visit Paris.”

“Yeah, no can do. She’s in school, remember?”

“Worth a shot.”

“Do you know what you’re dealing with or is ‘strange activity’ all you’re working with”

“The only info I have is that Tim found a website about some sort of butterfly villain in Paris but before he could get more information the site ceased to exist.”

“Hang on, did, did you say butterfly villain?” Roy said barely holding back laughter.

“ absurd isn’t? B isn’t really concerned but he wants me to check it out ‘just in case’ the paranoid b…”

“Language.” Roy cut him off.

“She’s asleep she won’t hear me.”

After a small glare from Roy he just slouches farther. “Fine. Anyway now I have to go babysit some fairy tale because Bruce has paranoia.”

“Like I said, it can’t be that bad. Just think of it as a much needed vacation.”

“You know what? Yeah! I’m gonna go enjoy myself. It’s not like this is worse than dying.”

*****

This was worse than dying. Ladybug should know. She’d died many times before. But this…

The new hawk moth is worse than the last one. Gabriel only weaponized surface level emotions, but this guy? His latest akuma victim was someone suffering from PTSD. Paris turned into an all out minefield for 3 hours. Sure ladybug had seen a lot of death the last time but it was never this bloody. Ladybug felt the weight of her lucky charm in her hand. She had never received a firearm before. She hoped tikki’s luck would guide her in this. She took aim and let out a small prayer before she pulled the trigger. As soon as she let go she was knocked to the side by some flying debris. When she got up she saw that the bullet had shot straight through the crowbar that was swinging at the victim's side. She spotted the white butterfly and did her basic catch and release. Ladybug looked out over her city with tears in her eyes, and, with an arm that she was sure was broken, she managed to toss a polka dotted gun into the air. She felt it as the pink mass flew through her and her city providing healing and warmth. She envied those that had died first. They hadn’t had to watch everyone around them die. It felt wrong to envy them. It’s not as if their experience was a good one. But she did. She also blamed herself for what everyone was going through. If only she had done her job and found the butterfly miraculous the first time around. But there was no changing that now. For now she searched the scene with her eyes for her pseudo brother. She soon spotted chat as he slowly stood. He looked at her and nodded. They both walked towards the victim. The job wasn’t done yet.

“It’s ok sir. You’re all right. What’s your name?”

“Jason Todd”

#jasonette #jasonette July #jasonette July 2022 #maribat #dc x mlb #batfam #miraculous ladybug

[isabelasflowersblog]

A brand new chapter

This is about Julieta and Pepa's discovery of their first pregnancy together. Hope you enjoy this!

It is early in the morning, Pepa Madrigal just woke up and realizes Felix had woken up before her and went downstairs. She now needs to go to the bathroom and check if she has her monthly menstruation. She realizes that her period was supposed to start two days ago. This made her panic and go to Julieta and tell her about it

"Julieta!!!! Something is wrong with me!!" Pepa yelled to her sister panicking. "What is it Pepa? Let's talk about it in my room, Agustín is downstairs." Julieta said, it seemed like she knows what problem is Pepa facing. Little did they both know that Bruno is spying on the two of them.

The two women enters the room to the dresser and Bruno secretly enters and hide under Julieta's bed. "Hermanita, I missed my period! It was supposed to be 2 days ago and it has not came yet!" Pepa said in a panicked tone. "Well you wanna test it?" Julieta asked, bringing out a pregnancy test. "What? are you serious? could it be that I am-?" Pepa panicked. "There is nothing to be panicked about Pepa, I missed mine too so let's test it out." Julieta said to her worried sister. "Fine, let's give it a shot!" Pepa said in a confident tone. "That's the Pepa I know!" Julieta says in a happy tone as she is proud of her sister. They both use a pregnancy test and waited for a few minutes. They still have not noticed about their brother eavesdropping on them.

A few minutes have passed and they both covered the test to surprise each other about the results. "Ready?" Julieta asked nervously. "I was born ready!" Pepa said. "Three, two, one!" They both say in unison and show each other the results. It turns out that it was positive! They were both pregnant of their first child. "Wow!!! we are gonna be moms!!!!!!" They said together. "and I am gonna be a tio!!!" Bruno said, revealing himself to his sisters. "Aaahhh!!!" They both screamed. "Bruno! how did you end up here???" Julieta said, feeling worried. "I wanted to spy on you both. Congratulations you two!" Bruno said happily. "Thank you but don't you think you are out of trouble just yet." Pepa said while forming a cloud while glaring at Bruno. "Please keep this a secret from our husbands, we will tell them individually" Julieta said. "Okay, I will do it in return for eavesdropping." Bruno said.

The three of them goes downstairs and greets Felix, Agustín, and the soon-to-be Abuela Alma. "Good! You three are finally here!" Alma said in a good tone while setting the table. "Here, I prepared some coffee for all of us" Agustín said while offering a cup of coffee to each of them. "Come let's sit down Pepi! " Felix said as he offers a chair to Pepa. "Oh look! Casita has almost finished painting the portraits of Felix and Agustín in the family tree! You know what that means! You guys can start having children now!" Alma said joyfully. After hearing that sentences, Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno chokes on their coffee at the same time. "Mamá, isn't it a little too early?" Pepa said, trying not to make it obvious. "Come on! You are 28 years old! and I gave birth to you three at 25. You are 4 years married to your spouses. It is not early. Besides, I want to be an Abuela before I turn 60 and now I am 54 years old." Alma said.

"Hehe, sí mamá but we are not ready yet..." Julieta said, also trying not to make it obvious. "Come on hija, if you have any problems, you have a trustworthy mamá here that will give you advice." Alma said, trying to let them have children.

"Well, we have to do our respective jobs now, and it is Bruno's jobs in the dishes, right hermano?" Julieta said. "Yeah, I guess Julieta is right." Bruno replied.

They all do their respective chores based on their gifts. But first, Julieta and Pepa goes to their rooms an hides their pregnancy test to the drawers of their dressers so their husbands won't suspect a thing. They plan to tell it to them in a week.

"Oh, hola Bruno!!!" Agustín greeted Bruno. "Aaaahhhhh, I saw a bee!" Bruno said as he runs away from him. "That's strange, I don't see a bee anywhere." Agustín said. He feels like he hiding something from him.

"Uh, Bruno, can you put your rats to the room please? their all over casita." Felix said. Bruno grabs his rats and runs away from him at the speed of light.

"hmmmm.... strange, he is weird. Huh, probably just a bad day." Felix said assuring himself that Bruno is avoiding him.

"Pepa! Did your period start already?" Alma asked her daughter. "Uhhh, sí! It already started mamá!" Pepa lied to her mother. It seemed that it was the truth.

Time skips to night time to the first night the two sisters have to keep the biggest secret in their whole entire life.

"Ready to sleep now mi amor?" Felix asked his wife. "Yeah, today was a loonggg day" Pepa said, forming a cloud as she is nervous. "Mi amor, are you okay? You are forming a cloud. If there is something you want to tell me, just tell me." Felix said to his wife with concern. "Nothing, just a cloud, nothing to be worried about." Pepa said, assuring to her husband that there is nothing to worry about. "Well okay then, come, let's sleep now, good night mi hermosa" Felix said as he gives a peck on her lips.

Unlike Pepa, who almost bursted her cover, Julieta kept this secret a little easier from her husband.

They kept doing this for the rest of the week, but the husbands finds something suspicious and never found the answer.

"Hey Felix, Bruno has been ignoring us for a week now" Agustín told to Felix

"Yeah, he never talks to us, he just screams and runs away or just run away" Felix replied.

As the two husbands were talking about it upstairs, things downstairs were out of hand.

"I can't keep this anymore! I really want to tell it!" Bruno said desperately.

"We will tell them tomorrow." Pepa replied.

"I feel bad for avoiding them, like what is wrong with HAVING A BABY!" Bruno said, yelling to the whole house.

"Mierda." Both Julieta and Pepa said in unison.

"Who's having a baby?" Both Agustín and Felix asked.

"YOU GUYS! YOU ARE GONNA BE FATHERS! Both my sisters are pregnant!!!" Bruno said excitedly.

"Wait, WHAT?" The two husbands said in unison.

"Sí, Bruno is telling the truth, Pepa and I are pregnant, we found out last week." Julieta admitted.

"We planned to tell you tomorrow but Bruno is just so happy" Pepa added.

"Wait, so does that mean I am gonna be an Abuela?" Alma asked.

"Sí mamá!" The triplets said.

"Oh my!!! This is the best day ever!!!" Alma said while squealing.

"YES we will be fathers Agustín!!!" Felix said in a happy tone.

"Oh not only one but two more people will be added to the Family Madrigal!" Alma said.

"I am really excited to see our little one mi amor!" Agustín said. "Me too mi vida, I guess a new chapter of the Family Madrigal is starting to begin" Julieta added.

A few months start to pass and the town has been anticipating with the newest members of the family Madrigal. Although, the weather has been unstable for these past few months, they knew it will all be worth it.

Then one day, Alma Madrigal's first grandchild and Julieta and Agustín's firstborn daughter has been brought to this world.

"She is so beautiful, mija!" Alma said while tearing up as she carries Isabela in her arms.

"I am finally a TIO! Hello Isabela! I am your tio Bruno!" Bruno said as he takes Isabela away from Alma and into his arms.

"Bruno, can I have my baby now?" Julieta said. "Uh, okay, since you're the mother...hehe" Bruno said as he gives Isabela to his sister.

"I can't wait for mine to come! I really want to see my daughter too!" Pepa said.

"Your time will come hermana, besides, you are in your last stages of pregnancy, it will probably be in a few days." Julieta told her sister.

Then, in a few weeks but still in the same month, Pepa and Felix's firstborn daughter Dolores is brought to this world.

"Wow! So this is how it feels like. She is an angel" Pepa said while tearing up and had a few raindrops on the newborn.

"Amor, we are literally all wet from the whole birth, calm down, she really is an angel." Felix added.

"Pepa, even though this whole day had been all rains and thunderstorms, I guess it is worth it. I now have two beautiful grand daughters!" Alma said to her middle daughter proudly. "Oh look! now Isa has a cousin! Julieta said happily to Pepa. "I never thought of that, now these two cousins can grow up together and in five years, they can get their own magical gifts!" Pepa said. "Speaking of gifts, I hope these gifts can help more of our town as well and will give more blessings to our miracle." Alma added.

"But these two little ones are the real blessings to the miracle"

#encanto #disney #madrigal family #encanto fic

[sylvia-lydia-morelos-baby-2023]

4:27 PM (0 minutes ago)

To Whom It May Concern: I am ADMIRAL MORELOS, SYLVIA LYDIA (CHIVIS) in Los Angeles. I am writing to inquire about a few things. First, how are my children (9 of them) doing? I adopted them legally. I am worried about them; I bought a little home for them through my own efforts, glee! Vecindad they love! yay! I miss them so much. I love them! I know that they first years of their lives are always important so i know that they always need me. We bonded. Spiritually. It is a very deep, emotional loving bond, just like soul mates. Bad perps are trying to confuse me all the time by working on me emotionally and threatening them in a variety of ways. I am worried about them...are they sleeping ok? are they eating ok? are they resting and healing ok? they need to do that, cry, play, feel, be the beautiful babies and children that they are. I miss them. I love them dearly.

Is it true that my brother are Robert & Bobby and my daddy Jose Antonio Morelos, aka Jim Morrison are finally getting the help they need and that i am the one PLACING them under 5150? i know they need to heal and recover because my son ("um pouquinho"-private name from me, privacy matters!"-) saved them from Afghanistan is it? Wonders! Ensuring domestic tranquility so many years. We helped. Many years out on the field. I found my babies too! I think they are suffering and slowly recovering from ADHD, a few of them, the little babies, "Little Malcolm", for example, and the rest of my children have been traumatized, raped, abused, sodomized, drowned attempts in toilet by former care "givers" i.e. CVS responsible for their moral turpitude on my children: 10889 Wellworth, 90024. Trim out the bad guys wanting "reprieve" manipulative perverts (PERVS/PEUTAS); evil, yes. I've been out here a long time,studying, reporting (INTEL) and political activist/citizen journalist, see my work online, internal reports,etc. I love my kids! The perps (CVS) are the same ones who forced the Abortions/disconnects in my past, one when i was 20 (patrick rodriguez, he's on LINKEDIN and family, thx for the heads up) and the 2nd when i was 39 (wiliam jackie rhodes, dob 07 01 54, 5883 streamview drive, #3, san diego, 92105. he's the perp on my FLICK account; see pics. lot of info.) I'm glad i'm a political activist/citizen journalist too.)perps keep stealing, destroying my phones; they took my legal EBT monthly cash 200+ illegally: gr office, dpss, 90057, across from Mc Arthur Park downtown l.a. and next door to the MEXICAN CONSULATE, cvs & diana almanza involved as is sylvia leticia garcia, dob 10 29 56; apparently she may still be alive? i'm understanding things that this perp is demonstrating that only she (GARCIA) would know. so...I have no cash monthly; thefts again based on my gender and color of my skin, politic (REAGAN/democracy) and my religion and degree (B.A. UCLA, 2003, LATIN AMERICAN STUDIES): they keep getting in my way of showering, stable long term housing, due to and i quote, i'm "too pretty". literally. they took my EBT cash, same perps who work at the Blessed Sacrament [CATHOLIC] Church of off of CHEROKEE & SUNSET, 90028, during the week and on Saturdays serving "food"; she bragged about it (she also works at that GR office; she smirked at me when she saw me in there; her male counterpart bragged about raping my infants at the "UCLA MEDICAL CENTER" and "now he's here (at the Blessed Sacrament Church raping my son, A VER A VER, in priest uniform INSIDE the church; his asian female is his girlfriend, co hort, or something or other, and she took my EBT CASH; diana almanza is her, and apparently so i GARCIA, SYLVIA LETICIA dob 10 29 56, from TORREON, COAHUILA. i thought she was cremated at the FOREST LAWN CEMETARY in GLENDALE? very depraved woman, if i rememeber correctly and then some. I found out what she did to Bobby & Robert and Dad. AND to my children. NOT FUNNY. AT ALL. WOW.

/S./

911

#sylvia lydia morelos #political activist #american dream team a+: usa & allies #ops: usa & allies #m.o.m. 2023 #democracy 4ever #2024 #papa morelos (2)& grandpa morelos & mama morelos (9 xoxo 4ever)

[aviehasissues]

Always With Us

Hi!! So this is my first time posting writing and it’s a short story with OC that I did for a creative writing contest in school and I decided to post it and get feedback online so here I go!

5.3k words TW blood, guns, mild swearing, MCs are 11 and 13 so hurting children.

Pandora could hear the bedroom door of her dad and Mombie’s room shut from all the way across the hall. Based on the heavy clicking of hard shoes against wood it was probably Mombie rushing to her office to get more work done (which she did at least 3 times a week). She could also hear muttering from Jeremiah’s room, followed by Mombie’s heels clacking down the stairs. Pandora went back to reading some random book she found in the house’s office. 

Less than 45 minutes later she heard the sound of her dad’s loafers walking down the stairs.

“Pandora! Come downstairs for a second.” She threw the book on the old comforter, not minding to mark the page and ran down the wooden stairs, trying not to slip on her socks. When she reached the bottom and walked into the kitchen she saw her dad jotting things down on the notepad with floral paper that sat in the drawer by the fridge. “I’m going out to dinner with a client, the town is 3 hours away so I will be back late, around 3:00 am at the latest. Jeremiah’s mom is going to be at work until midnight finishing a project.” Her dad looked like he was going to say something until Jeremiah cut him off.

“But Dec, why do you get to stay out after 7:00? Especially on the night before halloween, isn’t it dangerous?” he sassed. But the toothy grin on her step brother’s face told her he was just playing. Even still, Pandora’s dad rolled his eyes.

“Thank you for bringing that up actually. Your mom and I aren’t comfortable with you both staying home alone that late. So, at 7:00 PM at the latest I want you both to walk next door to Mrs. Tolliette’s house. Your mom will get you and Pandora when she gets home.” Jeremiah stifled a shudder as to not give her dad a hard time. He really didn’t like Mrs. Tolliette. She could vividly remember the conversation they had while walking home from school the previous Monday.

“That Mrs. Toilet or whatever she’s called gives me the creeps, Panda. I swear it’s the way she smells, like too clean or something. I don’t like it, that's for sure.” Jeremiah had told her. 

“Stop being so-” Pandora was cut off by the aforementioned lady waving at the pair from her porch.

“Hi kids!” Mrs. Tolliette crooned in a shaky voice. “I made some cookies, fresh just today! Here, have some.” She wobbled down from her porch and held up two caramel colored cookies. Pandora took one from her with a smile, while Jeremiah waved her off as politely as he could. The old lady made her way back up the porch, but not before pinching Pandora’s cheek and patting Jeremiah on the arm. As they walked up the brick steps to their own home and the girl bit into her cookie, Jeremiah’s face wrinkled and he tried to swat at her hand.

“Don’t eat that! She probably has that weird thing where she likes making people sick. Munchy-home whatever.”

“What are you even talking about, Miah?” she would glare at him with her eyebrows raised in confusion.

“You’ll learn about it when Dec and Mom let you watch scary movies.” He chastised, which he loved ever since they met a little less than a year ago.  Even though he was only two and a half years older than her, he never ceased to remind her of the endless privileges he had due to his age that she wouldn’t receive until her 13th birthday. 

Pandora’s focus was brought back to the situation at hand by her father sliding the sheet full of emergency numbers, times, and instructions for heating up leftovers that were in the fridge. Afterwards, he pulled his suit-coat on, kissed Pandora on the head, and ruffled Jeremiah’s hair. The two watched him walk out of the kitchen, followed by a stretch of silence, and the front door opening and shutting. 

Jeremiah turned his head to stare at the clock on the wall. 4:30 PM. They had just under 2 and a half hours until they had to walk over. They spent about an hour watching Halloween programs on TV (shows that neither of them would’ve watched if their parents were home). Some show about leaving the window unlocked and someone getting in and disaster following (including all the blood, gore, and guts required to make a classic slasher movie). If the two were being honest they weren’t even paying attention to the show, but just using it as background noise when they got tired of boring over their various tasks, Jeremiah working on his history notes (sketching on them more than adding valuable information) and Pandora painting her nails with bright red varnish. 

After the program they warmed up dinner in the microwave (vegetarian lasagna), did the dishes, tidied the sitting room, and packed their school bags for the next day. 6:15, the old clock read. Jeremiah’s face was taken over by a Cheshire grin, and he quickly made his way for the hall, with Pandora on his heels. 

“Miah! Slow down. What are you even doing?”

“My mom and Dec have custard down here, I know they do.” He swung the door to the basement open and started trotting down the stairs. He pulled the cord to turn on the light in the middle. 

The cellar was a small, two-room area. One room was a freezer room where they kept cold items in bulk. The rest was a storage area with extra mattresses, old toys, clothes, and boxes of things that had yet to be unpacked from the unmerged houses. The walls were dim and water-stained from the last owners, and the floors were made of cracked concrete. Jeremiah made a beeline for the freezer room and started moving things around on the shelves, scavenging to find the custard their parents were likely hiding. 

Meanwhile, Pandora was pacing around the main room of the cellar. She hated going in the freezer room, it was so cold and cramped. So overstuffed that if someone were to knock on the door when it was closed, it would cause ice-cold bags and foodstuffs to start cascading down. She took care to stay away from the freezer room since the first time they moved in. However, something stranger captured her attention, enough to distract her from her step-brother’s cursing as things fell off of the shelves. There seemed to be a door she had not spotted before. She went up to it to observe it. It wasn’t much different than the door that was at the top of the cellar stairs. It had a gold knob rather than silver, and it was painted brown rather than the creamy-white that was on all the other doors of the house. She reached her hand up to feel the door, it wasn’t as smooth as the rest of the doors of the house, even the freezer door, which was a polished heavy silver. 

“I found the custard! It’s neapolitan.” Jeremiah emerged from the freezer room with the tub of custard in hand. “What is that?”

“I don’t know, do you remember this being here when we moved in?” She moved her hand to the knob. 

“Hey! Hey! Don’t open that!” He moved to slap Pandora’s hand away from the door knob. “You don’t know what’s behind that.” He started to walk away towards the stairs.

“You’re such a wuss, you know that, Miah?” Pandora turned the knob and swung the door open. It seemed more difficult to open than it was, and she almost hit herself in the head with the door. When it was opened there was nothing really surprising. It led to a dark closet with a bunch of coats, most notably, a deep purple trench coat, lined with gray and black marble fur. “Is that Mombie’s?”

“I’m not sure, I’ve never seen her wear it.” Jeremiah reached forward to gently stroke the fur. “Well, that was anticlimactic. Let’s get out of here and eat this custard before we have to go next door.” He said in a way that made Pandora think that Jeremiah was still a little spooked. Yet, her desire for eating custard on a weeknight (something they usually weren’t allowed) was greater than her desire to probe her step-brother's mind for what he was thinking, so she just followed him upstairs. 

They split the remaining tub of custard and washed it down with the rest of the carton of milk. They disposed of the bright red tub and the carton with some kids old-looking picture on it (covering both with a bunch of kitchen roll to hide their dessert), they grabbed what they wanted to bring to stay entertained (Jeremiah brought random video game he found in the game closet that fit in his gameplayer, and Pandora brought the book she had been reading earlier that afternoon) and they quickly walked over to the next door house. They knocked on the door with the gold door knocker (gently because it was rickety and about to fall off) and Mrs. Tolliette ushered them inside. 

“Hello! Come inside, make yourselves at home.” The old lady smiled sweetly. Jeremiah stifled a shudder with so much skill that his discomfort was indetectable to those who don’t know him well. Pandora smiled sweetly at Mrs. Tolliette with the best smile she could muster. Even though she liked her, she could admit the woman was slightly off putting. Especially in her dim house illuminated by yellow-toned lighting. 

“Thank you for having us ma’am.” Jeremiah spoke up. 

“Oh it’s nothing! No problem at all. I told your father- he is a really nice man isn’t he? I was so happy when I saw the sold sign three months ago and found out it was a family. It’s mostly old folks like me in this neighborhood, except for the Smiths who live a few doors down. We only get young people when grandbabies come to visit. Anyway, what was I saying? Something about your father- oh yes! I told him that I was having some company tonight already. I like to throw an autumnal party once every year, and it just happens that tonight is my special autumn party, that I only throw once every thirteen years.. When your father asked if you could stay I just thought how convenient it was, especially since your mother is arriving to come get you at the same time my guests are leaving. Anyway, you can stay in the drawing room with the radio on, I also made up the guest room if you get tired.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Pandora said, staring down at her old mary-janes. She didn’t do well with strangers rambling, especially when they seemed to know things about her that she didn’t tell them. 

“Oh baby, it’s nothing. My guests will be here at 7:30, why don’t you grab some snacks and go to the drawing room. I have to freshen up before the party.” The two step-siblings walked through the french doors into the drawing room, both holding two apples each. 

As the night weant on, they heard more and more guests arriving. Chatter filled the house and flowed into the drawing room from the kitchen. 

“Oh yes! You should see the children of the new family that just moved in. They are right in here.” Mrs. Tolliettte walked in just when Pandora and Jeremiah turned their heads. The old woman looked as if she had walked off of a 1920s movie set, with bright red lips and cheeks, a white shift dress, and most notably, a long, purple coat, with gray and black fur. “Here they are! They are so well behaved too.” She continued to drone on about their various good traits (that she was likely making up on the spot, at least in Pandora’s opinion, because how would she know about their grades, class behavior, extracurriculars, and volunteer hours.) they glanced at the small crowd. They couldn’t put any names to the faces they saw, but they recognized some from the local golf course and dog parks. 

“You can tell they have good parents, good ancestry.” Some older man commented. 

“They don’t look anything alike, but they are both decent looking.” A woman shrugged, looking at the two children with her glasses low on her nose. 

“I know the girl's father, he was in my neighborhood when he was young. Very good boy.” A second man looked deep into Pandora’s face. She could somewhat recognize him. He lived down the street. He was about the age of her Grandma, with salt and pepper hair (more salt than pepper), a flannel sweater, and small, gray eyes. He looked no different than any other person, but there was something about him that stood out, but she couldn’t tell what it was. She mentally shrugged and just chalked it up to being tired. 

Jeremiah though, he was instantly skeptical. He was a nice person, but didn’t trust easily. He eyed the man up and down but when he returned his gaze, Jeremiah looked down at his shoes.

“What’s your name, boy?” The man looked at him.

“Jeremiah.” He said, putting on his bravest face, smiling, and sticking his hand out to shake the older man’s.

“Mr. Donald Axe.” He clasped Jeremiah’s hand and gave it a firm shake. There was gentle chattering in the back as his eyes bore into Jeremiah.

“Oh! Dessert must be ready by now. Come! Let’s go eat. You kids as well, it’s cranberry and pomegranate cake.” The flavor sounded odd to Jeremiah, but he decided he would be polite. He walked ahead of Pandora, subconsciously shielding her from the crowd of elders. They were led into the large dining room. There was a chandelier with rose-shaped light holders. The light was slightly red tinted from this. There were gold accents everywhere. Jeremiah noticed how much gold was in the house. All the appliances were gold, all her jewelry. Actually, all of everyone’s jewelry was gold. That seemed odd to Jeremiah. It was a nice neighborhood, but it wasn’t wealthy by any means.

Maybe they all have a lot of savings?

He pulled Pandora’s chair closer to him. There was something about this room that was off, the floor was uneven he noticed. One leg of the chair was raised off. He ignored that thought and turned his attention to the sliver of cake that was placed in front of him. It looked odd. But, he wanted to be polite, so he picked up the small fork, and went in. Pandora looked a bit more hesitant, but she took a bite as well. It tasted fine, but it made their mouths tingle with spice. They both choked down the cake (it wasn’t that bad, just slightly tough and oddly spicy.) Afterward, they went into the guest room to relax, and ended up drifting to sleep. 

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Pandora woke up rubbing her temples and wincing. She looked around her and saw that she was in her room. The small alarm clock read 1:30 am. Was she really out that long? She turned her attention to the apparent reason for her awakening. There were gentle knocks at her door. 

“Come in.” She barely whispered. The door creaked open and Jeremiah was standing there in his pajamas. She realized she was in hers as well. But she didn’t remember owning these. Maybe Mombie got them for her? They were quite boring and a little itchy, but still warm. All red too, she had to look really washed out. She noticed Jeremiah was in the same ones. Mombie probably bought them then.

“Do you remember coming home?” Jeremiah spoke up.

“Not really, but I was also really tired.” She shrugged. They looked at each other for a little while. He seemed paler somehow. Her own hands were almost translucent. They heard a bang downstairs, both freezing up.

“Is that mom?” Jeremiah asked, voice frozen. 

“Maybe, let’s go downstairs.” Pandora suggested, and led the way. She creaked open the tall door and walked down the hall. They both peeked inside the open door of their parents room and saw Jeremiah’s mom fast asleep. 

“That’s… odd.” Jeremiah said, continuing to seize up. The dark light of the hallway made everyone seem fuzzy and soft. Pandora reached her hand up to close the door, wincing at the crreeaakkk she heard. She slowly led Jeremiah with her to go downstairs. 

As they slowly moved down the stairs, they heard more sounds of moving, though still hushed and fuzzy. When they reached the bottom of the stairs and slowly started creeping around the kitchen. As they made their way around, the sound became more clear. It was slow footsteps. Similar to the ones Jeremiah and Pandora would make as they crept to get chocolate cookies in the middle of the night while their parents slept. 

“Are those coming from…” Jeremiah hushed

“The basement.” Pandora turned to him slowly. They both let out a harsh breath. “Do we…” She tried to get the rest of the words out but she couldn’t. They looked at each other with a large amount of fear, but still knowing that they would have to do what they dreaded. With hesitance in their steps, they made their way down to the basement. The two stayed away from the creaky steps, and tip-toed as quietly as possible to the middle of the stairs to take a peek. There, they saw a small figure. It was hobbling away from the door that held the purple coat. The creature was wearing one exactly like it, and it began walking towards the stairs. 

“She’s coming here!” Jeremiah whispered with fear shaking his voice. He clutched the top of her arm and pulled her as far into the darkness as he could. They both covered their mouths as they breathed heavily, the figure making its way up the stairs, feeling like it was moving in slow motion. The fur lining of the bottom of the coat caught on Jeremiah’s foot. The figure slowly turned, and looked down to Pandora and Jeremiah. The figure snapped its fingers and two other figures in robes ran up the stairs and grabbed Pandora and Jeremiah. Before they could scream, they were gagged tightly. They thrashed all they could but they couldn’t escape. They flailed as they were moved down the stairs and towards the closet. The figure began whispering to the other robed figures. 

“Take them through the passage! It’s almost time to begin.” A familiar voice croaked.

Begin what?

Suddenly they both were being pushed through a second door and ran through a tunnel, they were pushed out of the closet, but they weren’t in the basement again. They appeared to be in some kind of cellar, with sheet-rock walls and concrete floors. There was a counter space with an old hearth oven, a large dinner table with six wine glasses, six gold plates and cutlery sets, and six napkins. In the middle was a large candelabra with two white candles and one black candle. They barely had enough time to look around and back at each other when their hands were bound and they were tied to beams in the middle of the room. The two robed figures pulled their hoods down. They were immediately recognized as two people from the party earlier. Three more robed figures walked in, also people from the party. They then pulled the gags off of Pandora and Jeremiah

The last person to walk in was Mrs. Tolliette, dressed in a long, purple coat, with black and white fur lining. She took slow steps as she walked in, seemingly dragging out the moment. The same way someone chews slowly on the last bite of dessert. She twirled around to look at the crowd of five, all standing in their own robes.  

“Thank you all so much for being here! This is my favorite tradition. But, I feel like we should thank our guests of honor. I mean, without them, we would not be able to purify and renew ourselves this year.” Mrs. Tolliette clapped her hands together with glee. All the other members cheered and roared. The older woman slowly walked up to Pandora and stroked her cheek slowly. “Ahhh, such pretty skin. Both of them. They will make such a fine sample.”

“Sample? What the hell do you mean?” Jeremiah bit out. His eyes were bright and fiery and the whole cellar should be in flames by the way he was looking at the group. 

“Oooh! I guess I should tell you what we are doing here. How rude of me I apologize.” She said with a laugh. The whole group let out chuckle, as if there was some inside joke that Pandora and Jeremiah weren’t in on yet. 

“Stop laughing and tell me what’s going on!” Jeremiah said angrily, with more force than Pandora had ever heard in his voice before. 

“All right! All right. Let me tell you.” Mrs. Tolliette said as if she was shushing a small child. “I told you earlier tonight that this is an extra special party for me and my friends. That is very true. I only have this event once every thirteen years. I began having this party over 50 years ago, when I was around Jeremiah’s age.” She looked at Jeremiah fondly. “It was a time of struggle in this town. There was a criminal running loose. All the young people called him ‘Mr. Nobody’ because he would take children and when they found them only thirteen days later, their faces were so mauled and destroyed, that they were nobody. Unrecognizable.” She shut her eyes tight, seemingly upset by what she was remembering. “So, when he took his next victim, I was horrified to learn that it was my friend, Doanld.” She looked over at Mr. Axe and held his hand tightly. “But this kidnapping was different. After six days, another child was taken.” She looked at another older woman in the group. “Then after six days another, until there were a total of seven missing children. I was one of them.” She shut her eyes tightly and shook her head. “It was so terrifying there. All we had was each other. But, six days after he took me, he was going to perform a ritual. He said that he was going to use us to bring even more victims, because the more he killed, the more happy he got. Our souls would be stored in his heart forever, and our bodies would lay idle as a reminder of his strength, and bring him power.” The woman opened her eyes, and tears slid out. “We just narrowly escaped. He had his knife ready. But Donald tore out of his restraints and attacked Mr. Nobody. He stabbed him many times and saved us all from Mr. Nobody. Once he was dead, we were all relieved. But his soul was resilient, almost escaping from us. We needed more power to trap it.” She looked fondly at a wall with a tapestry on it. “Bobby never made it out that night. But, I think I speak for all of us when I say that there are no regrets. We did what we had too. Bobby’s spirit keeps us protected. But, no one is fully safe, so once every thirteen years, on the night before Halloween, we have a special ceremony to keep the gods in our favor.” She looked up at the sky in full reverence. “You two are the lucky chosen ones for tonight.”

Pandora and Jeremiah were fully speechless for what felt like an eternity. This woman was literally insane, believing that human sacrifice made her strong. Pandora was the first to break the silence.

“What on earth? Lucky? This is sick.” She said almost vomiting from anxiety and disbelief. Mrs. Tolliette just smiled.

“You should consider this an honor. You are being used as a tool for the greater good.”

“You are all literally about to die in a few years! What do you mean `greater good?’” Jeremiah spat the harsh words at her.

“That’s what is amazing about this! The lucky subject's energy seeps into us and keeps us young.” The woman said, stroking the wrinkles on her skin. The two children exchanged glances. This woman is actually insane. She really thought she was young. Pandora, trying to reason, spoke up.

“I know that this brings you security, but killing people isn’t going to help you.”

“Oh don’t be dumb! We don’t kill anymore. We haven’t killed anyone since Bobby. You are going to be our energy bags, until all your energy is given to the greater good.” This was so messed up. They were about to be a part of some weird ceremony, and then locked away for god knows how long until they fade away completely. 

“It’s getting late! We must begin! People will start coming home soon.” One of the hooded figures pulled out a large knife, and a chalice. One of them walked over to Pandora and pulled her sleeve up. They made a cut, not deep enough to seriously injure, but it could probably use stitches. The blood started pouring into the cup. Pandora hissed but Jeremiah screamed in shock.

“This is so messed up! You are all sick!” He started struggling and trying to kick one of the people in robes. It was no use. Pandora’s blood was dropping into the chalice like wine flowing from a bottle. She didn’t scream, but rather she looked as if someone had dropped dead in front of her. She didn’t cry, but it was almost as if her soul was leaving her body. Not literally, but forever she was changed, even if she wouldn’t be around much longer. However, Jeremiah screamed and sobbed. After the chalice was half full they pulled the chalice away and left her arm. A thin piece of fabric was loosely tied around her arm. 

“Let this blood bless and protect us.” Mrs. Tolliette continued in a foreign language and then slowly lifted the cup to her lips and began to sip. She then passed the cup around and they all sipped. Pandora’s blood soaked the white cloth and stained it a deep red. Then the hooded figures went up to Jeremiah. His white sleeve was slowly dragged up and the tip of the now warm blade was pressed to his skin. 

One of the figures fell to the ground. Everyone looked over and there were four teenagers, two boys and two girls, one of the girls was holding a stone bowl and standing over the now fallen figure. One of the boys who had icy eyes let out a long string of curses and ran up to Pandora and Jeremiah. 

“Donald! What did you do to Donald!” Mrs. Tolliette shrieked. 

“What are you even doing to them?” The girl who struck Joe yelled back, seemingly not caring that the older woman had a knife. The other girl looked around the room and quickly pulled a small device out of her pocket. 

“I swear I will taze you right here. I swear, don’t try me.” She was much shorter than all the elders but her deep earthy gaze commanded the whole room. One of the older men ran towards her and she turned on the device and he immediately fell to the ground. “Put the knife down and untie them. Now.” She all but yelled, holding the taser like her own blade. Two of the figures moved to untie them, but Mrs. Tolliette didn’t budge. 

“You have just interrupted a very important protection ceremony.” She said coldly, trying to intimidate them. The other boy with deep black hair walked up to her and struggled to get the knife away from the old woman. “No! No!” Stop it!” The boy with icy eyes pulled a gun out of his pants pocket and pointed it at the woman. 

“Give him the knife. I will shoot you. I’m not messing around, I will shoot. If you want to live another day you will put the damn knife down.” She begrudgingly put the knife in the dark-haired boy's hand. “Okay, now all of you get into the corner of the room. I will not hesitate to do anything I need to.” His icy glare made it clear he really wouldn’t hesitate. The group slowly stepped over to the corner with the two crumpled forms. The dark-haired boy used the knife to cut the ropes and free Jeremiah and Pandora. They ran to the girl that wasn’t near the group. She looked to be about seventeen, with thick curly hair and jade colored eyes. She was tall, only a few inches shorter than the boy with icy eyes. Her whole body shielded them like a mother bird with outstretched wings. The boy with the icy eyes handed the gun off to the girl with the taser and ran over to the two children. He looked at Pandora’s bloody arm and his eyes immediately softened. 

“Oh my god.” He said, moreso to himself than anyone else. He grabbed more rags from the countertop and wrapped them tight around Pandora’s elbow in an attempt to stop more blood from leaking out. “We’re gonna have to get this looked at, but it will be fine for how.” He turned his attention to Jeremiah, who was swaying on his feet like he was going to fall over any second. “What about you? Are you hurt?” The older boy said, looking Jeremiah over. 

“No, I'm fine. You all came in before I got hurt.” The blue-eyed boy looked relieved, but still angry. He pulled a chunky mobile phone out of his pocket and dialed 911. 

–

Neither Jeremiah or Pandora could remember much after the boy with icy eyes (who they later learned was named Stiles, a seventeen year old who lived in the area and was out walking with his girlfriend and friends when they all heard Jeremiah screaming) dialed 911. Jeremiah could remember the police leading them out, and then promptly vomiting in the garden. He could remember watching them stitch up Pandora after he begged to be allowed in her examination room. He remembered Pandora’s dad hugging him tight when he got to the hospital and saying everything would be okay. Pandora also remembered a few highlights. She remembered the boy with the dark hair (Jerome) carrying her out and laying her on the couch. The exact same couch she had been casually sitting on just seven hours before. She could remember the girl with the curly hair (Jenna) running to get her mom next door. She could remember Jeremiah referring to her as his sister for the first time at the hospital, and Mombie fussing over her like a mama bear with a cub. 

They remembered the weeks after, as more and more information came out. How there were bones of previous missing children stuck under the floorboards of the house. Brutal descriptions of how the previous victims had died (discovered after the interrogation of all the group, minus Donald who died after being hit on the head by Katie). How they all got life in prison. They remembered just enough for there to be nightmares for months after. But even with the patchy memory, the nightmares, and the remaining paranoia that lingered after what happened that October 30th, both Pandora and Jeremiah knew they would be okay. Because, they had the strength of all the previous victims cheering them on.

#halloween #creative writing #this probably sucks #first try #oc

[mikkomacko]

So not sure if you’re going to understand this but here’s my idea: the team not knowing that the reader is dating both Bucky and Steve (Stucky) and they confront her and say some awful things like she’s using them, a cheating wh*re etc. and she just starts crying and runs and locks herself in their room (or whatever you’d like). Then Stucky comes back or out from somewhere looking for her and then they ask the team and the team tells them that she was “cheating” on both of them with each other and then they’re like no we’re all dating each other and the team feels all bad and you can end it how you want lol. You don’t have to do this and sorry if it’s bad.

A/n: Sorry it took so long! Hope it's ok! <3

~

Two Avengers dating would cause enough gossip in itself, but three Avengers? Two of which have been best friends since the 40s? She can't imagine what kind of reaction that would get out of Sam or Nat who have always teased Steve and Bucky about being really good friends.

So when y/n, Bucky, and Steve made their relationship official, they kept it as low-key as possible. Anything beyond cuddling was reserved for the privacy of their rooms, flirting had to be subtle, and all dates were far from the Avengers compound.

They just had to pray they could follow the rules and keep their hands to themselves when others were around.

~

Drumming her fingers on the folder, y/n heads up HR to submit her latest mission report. It was simple surveillance mission, nothing exciting to report on but she'd been gone for over a week and wanted to get the report in asap so it could be done with. Dropping it off on the incoming desk, she promptly turns on her heel to head to lunch but is stopped just outside of the doorway by a hand on her bicep. She's tugged into the hidden corner before she can even react, two strong arms caging her against the cool wall.

Bucky, dressed for a training session, stands before her, blue eyes sparkling and lips smiling. Immediately, her guard falls, lips widening into a smile that reflects the same love shining through Bucky's.

"Careful Barnes," she teases, "next time I won't be so kind about ya pawing at me."

He clicks his tongue. "Wouldn't be pawing if you'd come to see me as soon as you got back."

"Paperwork waits for no one. Not even Cap and Sarge."

He sighs playfully. "Damn doll, that hurts. Think ya should kiss it better."

So she does. Cupping his jaw between two soft palms, y/n seals their mouths together in a tender kiss, completely blind to Bruce and Tony who have just caught sight of them from down the hall.

~

Bucky heads down to the gym and y/n heads to room to clean up before lunch, ignoring his pleas for her to join him. She's technically on recovery from her last mission and she's definitely going to milk that for a day off. She's approaching her door when one just down the hall opens, a familiar blond head of hair coming into view.

She pauses, leaning her shoulder against the doorway and smiles at him. "Hey Cap, fancy seeing you here."

He lifts his head, soft blue eyes meeting hers and he smiles that cute little smirk only Steve Rogers could smile. "Hey, heard you got back early this morning."

"Yeah, way early." She laughs, tilting her chin up as he moves closer.

"How'd it go?"

He stops in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head. It's his typical go-ahead-I'm-listening stance but by the way he's eyeing her mouth she knows he doesn't actually want to hear it right now. Steve always tries to hide the fact that he's just as clingy as Bucky.

"Is that really what you're going to ask me, Rogers? After being gone for so long you want my mission run down right now?"

He chuckles, dipping his head and lightly shaking it. "No not really."

"So what's your real question?"

Bashful, he meets her eyes again. "Can I have a hello?"

Y/n laughs, butterflies fluttering in her chest as she rises on her tiptoes to kiss him. He gently grips her waist, pulling her just the slightest bit closer and humming in content. She throws her arms around his neck, fingertips shifting into the hair at the base of his neck, once again too caught up in her boyfriend to notice Nat and Sam have just spotted them from the end of the corridor.

~

"You'll never believe what we just saw!" Sam shouts, hightailing it into the kitchen with Natasha hot on his heels. Bruce and Tony both startle in their seats at the table, water sloshing over the edge of Bruce's mug.

"Nuh-uh, we're first." Tony says, shaking his head.

"No we are." Sam insists, Tony opening his mouth to continue the argument but Natasha cuts him off.

"Rogers and y/n are together."

And that makes Tony and Bruce pause. Sam whoops proudly, smirking at the two as they share looks of confusion.

"Steve and y/n?" Bruce confirms, eyebrows pinching together when Nat nods firmly.

Tony sighs. "Well that puts us in a bit of pickle because we saw Barnes with his tongue down her throat."

Sam's jaw drops. "What? When?"

"Earlier today!" Bruce exclaims, motioning towards the HR department. "She was dropping off paperwork and he just grabbed her and kissed her."

"Well we just watched Steve pin her against a door and kiss her not even ten minutes ago." Nat exclaims, anger building up in her veins. "Which means we've got a problem."

Sam turns to her, just as angry. "Damn right we do!"

~

Bottom lip between her teeth, y/n attempts to hide the giddy smile that's been plastered on her face since her reunion with her boys. It's a weak attempt because she's practically as bright as a ray of sunshine but she doesn't really care. She's happy. She's so incredibly happy and she wants it to last forever.

Unfortunately for her, the feeling is cut short far too soon because as soon as she enters the kitchen, 4 pairs of eyes are glaring at her.

"Hey everyone," she says tentatively, slowing to a stop. "what's going on?"

Sam scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't you tell us what's going on?" He says coldly, "You know besides you macking on our friends."

Macking on his friends? Oh god, Steve and Bucky! They found out about their relationship...

Her jaw drops, cut-off guard. "Wait! I can explain-"

"Cheaters don't get an explanation." Nat cuts off, eyes mean and piercing. Y/n heart sinks into her stomach. Cheating? She'd never cheat in her life, especially not on Bucky and Steve.

"Cheating? I'm not-"

Tony rises from his seat. "Save it y/n. We know you're cheating on Bucky and Steve with each other. How could you do that? They're like brothers and your just using them-"

"No I'm not!" She insists, panicking under the hateful gazes. "You guys don't understand. Just let me-"

"No!" Sam cuts off. "Bucky and Steve have both gone through so much. Do you realize how difficult it must have been for them to open up to you? And you thew it all away. You hurt them. You're a bitch y/n, full honestly."

Tears sting her eyes. Sam's never said anything like that to her let alone anyone they know. He's always been so kind and welcoming so to hear such hurtful words from him has her stunned. She can't even think of anything to say to defend herself.

"Y-you really think that lowly of me?" She sniffles, "That I would do something like that?"

"We saw it, y/n." Banner responds, nose scrunched in disgust. "Now get outta here before we throw you out."

Insulted and insecure, she shakes her head. "I can't believe you all." Then she turns on her heel, running to the safety of her room.

~

Bucky's spotting Steve on the bench press when the foursome of Avengers walk in, somber looks on their faces.

"Steve," Bucky says, gaining his attention. Immediately the super soldier is setting down his weights, sitting up to look at their friends.

"What's going on? Is someone hurt?" Steve asks, rising to his feet. Sam shakes his head, smiling sympathetically.

"No one's hurt," he assures "but we've got something to tell you."

Bucky swallows nervously, something in him going on high alert. He knows that this is about y/n, that something's happened and it makes him anxious. Where is she?

"What?" Bucky asks, noticing the lingering anger in Nat's eyes.

"It's y/n," she says "she-"

"She what?" Bucky interrupts quickly, readying himself to sprint upstairs.

"She's cheating," Tony says, eyes flickering between the two men. "On you two. With each other."

Oh, Bucky wasn't expecting that. He turns to Steve, the two sharing a silent conversation between themselves. They know? Looks like it pal. How'd that happen? I told you to be careful...

"Don't worry, we already gave her a piece of our minds-"

"You what?!" Steve suddenly asks, finally realizing what they're saying. They think y/n cheated on them because they don't know they're all three dating each other. And they confronted her about it.

"What did you say?" Bucky asks lowly.

"The truth," Sam says proudly. "that she's a bitch for using you both."

Before anyone can react Bucky is rushing towards the doors, abandoning his belongings in favor of checking on y/n. Steve doesn't mind, knowing that when it comes to being emotional and open, Bucky is typically the one she leans on. He's good at being a comforting shoulder.

"Oh god Sam," Steve sighs. "Y/n isn't cheating-"

"Yeah-"

"No she's not!" He shouts, startling them. "She's not. For the past few months we've been dating. The three of us."

The silence is almost amusing if Steve wasn't too busy thinking of his girl upstairs, upset.

"Like a throuple?" Bruce asks, confused.

Steve nods shortly. "Thanks for accusing her instead of talking it out. Appreciate it." He says icily, pushing around them. Stalking towards the exit, he calls over his shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a girl to go check on."

~

Bucky has wrapped her up like a burrito in the comforter from his bed on the floor of her room, leaning back against the side of the matress with her sat between his parted thighs. Her eyes are still wet and swollen but she's giggling through her sniffles, a spoon hanging out of her mouth and a bowl of soup in her lap. They both look up when he enters the room, Y/n smiling shyly and Bucky relieved.

"We ok sweetheart?" He asks, waiting for her nod before looking to Bucky.

"We're good Steve," he promises, sweeping her hair over her shoulder with his hand and brushing his fingers through it. "She was just frustrated. Didn't know they could think she'd do something like that."

"That's because she wouldn't," Steve says firmly, sitting on the floor next to them. "and we know that y/n. We know you'd never hurt us like that."

"I love you Steve," she swears, resting her head on his shoulder. "And I love you Buck. Thanks for doing this for me."

"Course doll," Bucky says, kissing the side of her head. "Don't have to thank us for loving you." Steve hums his agreement.

"But..."Bucky quickly adds, "you can thank me after I beat Sam's ass for calling you that."

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. "Buck..." He says warningly but he doesn't even finish the scolding thought because their boyfriend's threat has made y/n smile and that's all they could ever ask for.

#stucky x reader #stucky blurb #Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes blurb #steve rogers blurb

[theladyofdeath]

Life As We Know It {Chapter Two}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby's blogs! >> @snelbz​

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Trigger warning: death

The vibrations beneath her pillow had nearly stopped by the time Nesta dug it out and held it up to her ear.

“Hell-hello?” she asked, barely able to keep her eyes open, barely able to get the words out.

Her eyes adjusted as she sat up and looked at the alarm clock on Feyre and Rhysand’s bedside table.

1:26 a.m.

“Is this Nesta Archeron?” a quiet, female voice asked.

It was the tone that got Nesta. 

It was the tone that had her sitting up straight, her heart slowing in her chest. “Yes, this is Nesta.”

“Nesta, this is Claire from Velaris Hospital,” she began. “There’s been an accident-.”

It was all she heard.

After that, everything became blurred and the words that Claire spoke made absolutely no sense at all.

Rhys and Feyre were supposed to be home the following evening, the last she’d heard from her sister, she and Rhys were going to dinner and then out dancing before heading back up to the cabin.

That had been a little before eight, almost six hours ago. She could hear the rain coming down, much harder than it had been when she’d gone to bed, even a few hours before. Nyx had been asleep by seven, only waking up to cry once or twice a night the whole time she’d been watching him. All in all, the weekend had been uneventful, but she was ready for Rhys and Feyre to be home, so she could go home to her townhouse, to peace and quiet and blessed, blessed silence.

But as she quickly tucked Nyx into his car seat, doing her best not to wake the sleeping baby up, she tried not to think about the phone call. She tried not to think about the firm, but steady tone of voice as she drove across town, to the hospital. 

She had been to the hospital before.

Twice in the last fifteen years.

Once when her mother passed, once her sickness finally took her.

And once again when their father passed over complications from his heart surgery.

Nesta hated that drive, hated pulling into the hospital’s parking lot. She didn’t trust it, not one bit. She hated it. Hated the ground on which it stood.

As she parked her car in front of the building, she looked in the rearview mirror. Nyx was still fast asleep, completely unaware of what was happening, completely unaware of the phone call that had just occurred only half an hour before.

There’s been an accident.

Nesta got out of the car. She shut the driver’s side and went to the back. She carefully unbuckled Nyx from his carseat and picked him up, holding him tightly against her chest as she covered him with his oldest, softest, favorite blanket. 

The parking lot was nearly empty.

Nesta carried Nyx inside.

You need to come quickly.

She found Azriel by the doors leading deeper into the hospital, calling out his name as soon as she saw him. He turned, and she nearly froze at the look on his face, the paleness and hollow look in his eyes. But she couldn’t and she hurried to where he stood, with a stone-faced doctor.

We did everything we could.

The next few minutes were a blur of explanations and condolences, but Nesta could do nothing but hold onto Nyx, still sleeping soundly in her arms. She hadn’t even realized she was crying until Azriel slid an arm around her shoulders, offering her what little comfort he could.

They’re gone.

*

They had been driving back to the cabin when the storm had hit. Both of them had been drinking, but not enough to even break the blood alcohol level. The winding roads leading up into the mountains quickly grew slick and when they hydroplaned, Rhys had lost control of the car.

With how hard it was coming down, he hadn’t even seen the ledge coming up, or how far the drop was to the bottom of the ravine.

Nesta prayed that wherever they had gone after their final breath that they were together.

And that Rhysand wouldn’t be blaming himself.

It wasn’t his fault.

She repeated that prayer one after the other until she had begun to doze in and out of sleep.

When she woke, it was nearly five in the morning.

Nyx had slept through it all, hadn’t even realized what had happened. When they got home, Nesta had laid him in his crib, where he had remained, sleeping soundly, ever since.

4:56 a.m.

Nesta had managed to sleep for nearly forty-five minutes.

That in itself was a blessing.

Yet, as she threw her legs over the side of the bed, Nesta felt guilty. How could she sleep after the news she had just received?

None of it seemed real.

Her little sister, her youngest sister.

Dead.

All that was left of their family was her and Elain. 

Her, and Elain, and Nyx, and Seph.

Dad. Mom. Feyre.

Gone.

Nesta stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She didn’t feel a thing. After turning the faucet on, letting the cold water run for a minute, she splashed some on her face.

It didn’t bring her back to reality like she was hoping for.

She was hoping it was all a dream.

But it wasn’t.

Her legs carried her into Nyx’s nursery, where she sat for the next couple of hours, watching him sleep, peacefully. Not knowing, not realizing, not understanding his parents were never coming home.

She heard the front door open around seven-thirty, rushing down the stairs, praying that she had, in fact, dreamed it all and Rhys and Feyre would be coming inside, home a few hours early.

But it wasn’t Rhys, or Feyre. Instead, it was another familiar head of golden-brown hair, her eyes trained in the hardwood just inside the walkway. The door had barely closed before Nesta made it down the stairs and wrapped her arms around Elain.

They both collapsed, falling to their knees on the worn rug, as Elain sobbed into her sister’s shoulder.

*

The following days were a blur. A constant stream of people calling, texting, reaching out to see what could be done. Nesta and Elain handled the arrangements, with Azriel’s help, but none of them realized how prepared Feyre and Rhys had been for their own deaths.

Maybe it was because they’d both lost their parents young. Maybe it was because they didn’t want Nyx to ever have to deal with it on his own. All Nesta had to do was sign some paperwork and present their death certificates.

The funeral home had taken it from there.

She sat in the corner of the room, wearing a simple black dress that Feyre had always told her looked matronly on anyone else, but made her look like a badass CEO. It was one of her favorites. She figured Feyre would have wanted her to wear it today.

She hadn’t been able to bring herself to look into the caskets yet, to see what her sister and brother-in-law looked like, if they even looked like themselves.

She’d never be able to wipe the memory of their pale, lifeless bodies from her mind, as she and Azriel had to confirm that it was them in the hospital. Until that moment, she’d held out hope that maybe they had been wrong. That maybe someone had stolen their car and they were waiting at the bar for the rain to die down.

But even in death she couldn’t mistake their faces.

She couldn’t imagine that they looked anything like they once did, knowing that she’d never see Feyre’s bright smile or amusement sparking in Rhysand’s eyes.

The funeral dragged on, a preacher they had grown up with leading the crowd that had gathered. Nesta was asked if she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. What was there to say? There was too much to say. 

Nesta couldn’t.

So, she didn’t.

They carried the caskets out and loaded them up in the hearses. 

Nesta didn’t remember getting behind the wheel, didn’t remember loading Nyx into his carseat, didn’t remember driving to the cemetery.

And yet, she ended up standing in front of a set of holes in the ground with Nyx on her hip. Only a few words were said before the caskets were lowered into the ground.

Nesta wondered what was going through Nyx’s head. The one-year-old didn’t make a sound, not a peep as the day went on. He simply remained perfectly calm, his head resting on Nesta’s shoulder as she swayed back and forth.

“I can take him, if you want to say goodbye.”

Nesta spun around, meeting the eyes of Cassian Nazari.

He’d been crying, she could tell. If it wasn’t for the redness in his puffy eyes, Nesta surely would have snapped.

“There’s no need,” Nesta said, with an empty calmness. “I’ve already said my goodbyes.”

It was a lie, of course.

Could you ever really say goodbye to someone you loved?

He didn’t push her, just silently stepped up next to her and stared at the mounds of dirt. Nearly everyone was gone, Azriel taking a silent, distant Elain home. Mor, Emerie, Gwyn, Amren, and Varian had left just a few minutes after them. The only ones still present were those who had filled the graves, the preacher, saying a few final prayers for peace, and the three of them.

“I don’t…” His voice was rough, in a way she’d never heard it. “I keep waiting for him to call me and tell me it’s all dumbass prank,” he breathed. “That this was all some elaborate joke to get back at me for something.”

Nesta nodded, understanding. She blinked, but was unable to stop the few silent tears from sliding down her cheeks. She didn’t know what to say, but for once she agreed with Cassian.

“If you, uh, need anything…” Cassian began, before shaking his head and taking a deep breath. “If you need anything just give me a call.”

Nesta nodded once. She knew he was just saying it out of kindness due to the situation, but she supposed it was still a kind offer.

“I’ll be fine,” she said, after a moment had passed. Without giving Cassian another glance, she was turning toward her car, walking away.

Her legs became heavier with each step she took, but she continued onward until she was sitting behind the wheel of her little black car, Nyx buckled into his carseat.

He began to fuss.

Nesta understood.

Maybe he was beginning to realize that his mom and dad were never coming back.

As Nesta drove back toward the house, her vision blurred as the tears came.

*

The next few days passed by slowly. She and Nyx made it just fine, but the time seemed to drag on and on and on.

She had just put Nyx down for his afternoon nap when her phone began to ring, a number she didn’t recognize showing up on her screen.

She hesitated for a moment, not sure if she could handle another one of Rhys or Feyre’s friends offering their condolences. Their pity.

Ultimately, she grabbed her phone, swiping across the screen to answer the call.

“Nesta Archeron speaking.”

A smooth voice came from the other end of the line. “Ms. Archeron, my name is Tarquin Hadrian.”

She paused. The name didn’t seem familiar, so she cleared her throat. “How can I help you, Mr. Hadrian?”

“I’m terribly sorry for your loss, Ms. Archeron,” he began. Nesta sighed quietly, waiting for the words to continue, but he said something she wasn’t expecting. “I’m the Lunasa’s attorney. I was hoping to speak with you about their will.”

Shit. Nesta hadn’t even thought about a will, hadn’t thought about any of the plans Rhys and Feyre had made. If they’d planned everything, down to their burials and graves, surely they had prepared a last will and testament. “Of- Of course.”

“Are you free this afternoon?” He asked. “I know it’s short notice, but I’d wanted to give your family as much time as possible to grieve, however, there are some matters that need to be handled sooner rather than later.”

“Yes, I can be there any time,” she said, looking at the clock. Nyx wouldn’t be up from his nap for another hour or so, but she could figure something out. “When would you prefer?”

“Is three o’clock okay?”

After Nesta’s agreement, he was giving her the address to his office and the call was over and Nesta was calling Elain, asking to drop Nyx off on her way over. She didn’t want to wake him, nor did she think a meeting with a lawyer was a good place for a one-year-old.

An hour later, she was pulling into the parking lot of the small law office, and she froze in her car when she spied a familiar truck across the lot.

What in the hell was he doing here?

Nesta made her way inside, letting the pretty receptionist know who she was here to see and she was escorted back to a plush office.

Cassian already waited inside, sitting across the desk from a handsome, dark-skinned man.

“Ms. Archeron,” he said, standing, extending a hand. Nesta shook it with her own. She didn’t miss that Cassian merely sat there as she entered. “Thank you for meeting with me.”

“Of course,” she nodded, taking the seat next to Cassian. Neither of them acknowledged the other, which was for the best.

There was a large stack of papers on Tarquin’s desk and as he sat, he began to lead through them one by one. Sighing, he laid his hands atop the papers.

“I’m going to cut right to the chase here,” he said. “Did Feyre or Rhys talk with either of you about what should happen to Nyx in the event that both of them should die?”

A glance at each other, but they both shook their heads. Cassian said, “No.”

Another deep breath. “They...named the two of you.”

His blue eyes looked between them, and it took Nesta a moment to realize he wasn’t just speaking to her. Just as long as it took Cassian to realize the same.

As one, they both leaned forward, Nesta resting her hands on the desk, Cassian letting his elbows fall in his knees. Nesta said, “They picked us together?” at the same time Cassian asked, “I’m sorry, what?”

Tarquin cleared his throat. “I tried to advise them against it. An unmarried couple, with your own personal history…”

“I don’t understand,” Nesta said, shaking her head. “I…don’t understand.”

“Yeah, me either,” Cassian added.

“Here,” Tarquin said, handing the two of them a letter.

Neither of them reached for it, but Tarquin didn’t back down. He held out the piece of paper until Nesta snatched it and opened it up.

Cassian hovered over her as she read.

Cassian and Nesta,

We are writing this letter in case of a tragedy. Of course, we don’t expect a tragedy to happen, but you never know.

In case something does happen, you’re to take custody of Nyx. Both of you. We know you two don’t get along, but if something were to happen to us, we need you. You see, we want Nyx to have a mom and a dad. We want him to have two people who love and support him no matter what.

There’s a reason we chose you both to be godparents.

Nesta, you have a heart bigger than anyone we’ve ever met, even though you don’t often show it. When you care about someone, you care about them wholeheartedly. You devote your life to them. You make them feel loved, make them feel wanted, make them feel protected. And we know you care about Nyx.

Cass, you love more fiercely than anyone we have ever known. You were dealt a poor hand as a child, and instead of making you bitter, it made you stronger. It made you realize how you want others to be treated, instead of the opposite. You would make an incredible father. Therefore, we made you godfather.

The two of you are opposite halves of the same coin. One of you cannot succeed without the other, even though you’d both probably argue against that statement.

Look.

If you’re reading this, it means that something awful has happened. If you’re reading this, it means that we are gone. And, if we are gone, Nyx needs someone. He needs his godparents.

We know you’re scared. We know you’re heartbroken. But, if you love us, the two of you will work together to create a family-like environment for Nyx.

We love you both.

We believe in you both.

Tell Nyx we love him, too. So damn much.

Rhysand and Feyre

Nesta’s hands shook as she lowered the letter. “We… The two of us can’t… We can barely be in the same room as each other, much less take care of a child.”

“As I said, I advised them against this, especially once they explained your personal history to me,” Tarquin said, leaning back in his chair. He laid a hand atop the paper on his desk again. “As I mentioned before, they were very thorough in their planning, even going so far as to put a sum of a portion of their life insurance to pay off the mortgage of their home. They’ve left it to the two of you as well, to ensure Nyx has the easiest time possible. No on and off weekends, no moving back and forth.”

Nesta was still processing his words, when Cassian asked, “Wait, so we’re supposed to live together? Not only take care of him, which I’ll do anyways, but live in the same house?”

With a blink, Nesta looked at him. “You’ll take care of him? I’ve been taking care of him for over a week now.”

“Well, he’s my responsibility, too,” he replied, practically snarling at her. “I’m not going to disrespect Rhys’s wishes by shirking it off on someone else.”

Nesta was about to say something else, was ready to snap, but Tarquin cut her off. “It was my duty to give you the letter, per their will. What you do with it is up to you.”

Nesta left twenty minutes later, ready to set the entire city on fire. She burst out the front doors but didn’t leave alone. Cassian was just behind her, right on her heels, calling her name.

“I’m his godfather and I’m not letting Rhys down,” he said. 

She wasn’t backing down, either. “You realize this isn’t a part time job, right? This is a lifetime commitment, Cassian-.”

“You think I don’t know that?” He asked, stopping in front of her. He paused and blinked, as if he’d just realized she didn’t have him with her. “Where is he?”

She scoffed. “With Elain and Seph. I didn’t want to bring him because I wasn’t sure what this meeting would entail. He’d just gone down for a nap and I didn’t want to mess his schedule up.”

She watched as the words registered, watched as he processed them. He probably didn’t even know Nyx had a nap schedule, and he sure as hell didn’t know what it was.

Nevermind the fact that she hadn’t known it the week before, when Feyre had explained it to her before they’d left. Before they’d-.

Tears stung her eyes, trying to spill over as they always did when she thought about her sister, about Rhys. The fire inside her, the will to fight with Cassian, disappeared almost immediately.

“I need to go get him,” she said, adjusting the purse strap on her shoulder, stepping off the curb towards her car.

Cassian didn’t follow her, and when she pulled out of the parking lot, he was still standing in front of the law offices, looking as lost as she felt.

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