#hell if any of the 8 had brought up his dad
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"Figures Musashi started to fall for it." Smoking and grumbling Kojiro in the corner. At least he snapped out of it in the end unlike some people.
#okay but real talk#if Mikito was there and brought up one thing about kojiro's dad#he'd be a lost cause too and instantly fall for everything#hell if any of the 8 had brought up his dad#and living peacefully with him?#he would have been a goner#but they didn't#so kojiro's habit of being withdrawn and suspicious helped him in the end#had he dropped his guard even a little it would have been all over#ic.kojiro.post#ic.dashcomm
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"𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃"
Lucifer Morningstar x F!FallenAngel!Reader
Genre: SMUT
Word Count: 4.0k
Warnings: oral(m! receiving), creampie, breeding, mentions of having kids, clit play, overstimulation, squirting, brief fingering, whipped!Lucifer, Lucifer being a sweetheart, reader is horny 25/8
Desc: A one night stand is a one night stand... right? What happens when Lucifer keeps going back to the same fallen angel just for a taste of Heaven? Oh no... seems the Devil has caught feelings once again!
Note: Lucifer smut;) like there isn't enough already. Requests are open now! This is third and final fic of the votes. Don't worry to those who voted for others! I will be working on all those fics:) Next after this one is a part two to "Lips Of An Angel". Just have to...find a song that will match the part two:)
I’m so addicted to
All the things you do
When you’re going down on me
In between the sheets
Oh, the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It’s unlike anything
When you’re loving me
Another shitty day in Hell. Sinners were offing each other in the streets of the Pride Ring. The angelic building in the middle of the city shone brightly in the red light, the clock on each side had big letters reading ‘36 DAYS’.
Lucifer, King of Hell himself, wandered the streets of Cannibal town, a mission in his mind. He tried to avoid Rosie ‘cause she’s a talker and would only make him late for where he needed to go after getting the thing he came to this lovely town for. He scoured the shops looking for the one thing that stood out to him last time he was here. It reminded him so much of Her. Of the one person he couldn’t get out of his mind.
“Well, hello to our dear king! How are you on this hellish evening?” Lucifer growled lowly at the sound of that radio prick's voice. He turned to the red deer demon and pulled him down by his collar.
“Listen, I don’t have time for your theatrics today. I have places to be and things to get and I don’t need some lowlife sinner messing that up for me,” Lucifer let go of the demon’s coat and strided off to the jewelry shop he spotted out of the corner of his eye, waving behind to the overlord, “Hope you have a bad day!”
Later that evening, Lucifer turned up at his daughter’s hotel. He always came under the guise of seeing his daughter but everyone knew he came for one particular guest of his daughters. Knocking on the giant doors, he waited ‘till either his daughter or the deer prick opened up.
The doors opened a few minutes later and Lucifer was greeted by, thankfully, his daughter’s voice, “Oh! Back again, dad? But I jus-”
“Charlie! You know I’m always here to see you! I just missed you so much that I couldn’t wait a few days!” Lucifer walked in and hugged his daughter. Vaggie stood off to the side, peering out the door for any dangers.
Charlie gasped before smiling nervously and patted her dad’s back. She pulled away and held him by the shoulders.
“Dad, you know I love when you visit. We all do! But uh- Everyone, especially Angel, has noticed that you only come here for a certain someone…” Charlie trailed off. Lucifer stood there silently and blinked slowly, almost frog-like.
“Ah…” He didn’t know what to say. Was he that obvious? The weight in his suit pocket seemed to weigh down on him immensely. He gripped the apple on his cane tightly.
“Is she here?” Charlie smiled. She wanted her dad to be happy. After her mom had left them, her dad was in a slump. She checked up on him as much as she could but she could tell he wasn’t getting any better. After finding Y/N, a fallen angel just like her father, Charlie brought her with to her family home in hopes of them becoming friends. After that, Lucifer has been stopping by more than he used to. Charlie thought it was because they were good friends but after what Angel told the group last time…Charlie knew her father had fallen once again and this time harder than he fell for Lilith.
“She’s here. Last I spoke with her, she was working on a secret project. She wouldn’t tell me what it was.” Lucifer looked about ready to bounce off the walls of the hotel lobby.
“Well I’ll just uh- yeah…” Lucifer ran off towards the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse at the top of the hotel. He rocked on his heels as the lift made its way up to the top. He stuck his clawed left hand into his suit pocket and clutched the velvet box.
“Well, hello there, handsome.” Y/N’s voice was like smooth silk. It calmed Lucifer’s nerves down, the breath stuck in his throat was exhaled as he stepped foot into his…friend’s penthouse. He wouldn’t call her friend with the amount of times they’ve gotten intimate but, he didn’t know what else to call it.
“Hello, darling. How is your night going?” Lucifer plopped a seat on the sofa in her living room. He watched as she rounded the island in her kitchen, holding a cup of coffee and wearing nothing but a white silk robe.
“I’m doing wonderfully, Luci. What prompted the visit?” She folded her legs as she sat on the other end of the sofa. Lucifer cleared his throat and shifted his legs. The robe was a bit see-through which made her breasts very noticeable to him.
“Just wanted to see you…” Y/N smiled cheekily. She knew what she was doing to him. With the way she sat to what she was wearing, Lucifer couldn’t believe he had this much self-control to not jump on her.
“Is that all?” Lucifer gulped. He shifted in his seat once again and gazed away from Y/N’s intense stare. Her eyes darkened with lust as she continued to stare right at him.
“What do you actually want, Luci?” She placed her mug down, sliding her bottom over and closer to her partner. She watched him cross his legs and grip the arm of the sofa.
“Come on, Luci. Tell me what you desire~” She ran a hand up his arm and over his chest. Lucifer watched with bated breath as she undid his bowtie and slipped the first few buttons of his shirt undone. Her fingers snuck under the shirt and touched all over his pale chest.
“Luciiii~” Lucifer felt the last thin thread snap at the tone of her voice. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down onto the couch. He roughly kissed her and made sure to slide his forked tongue between her lips and into her mouth. He heard her moan and felt her hands run up his arms and into his hair.
Lucifer pulled away with a dazed look in his red eyes. He was straddling her lap, his erection pushing painfully against his suit pants.
“Need help with that?” Lucifer sat back as Y/N leaned over him, running her hands from his hair, down his semi-exposed chest, and to his tightened pants. She undid his black belt and slipped it from his pants. She popped the button on his pants and unzipped the zipper.
“Please…” Lucifer whined. Y/N looked up at him and smirked. She made sure to go slow when she pulled his pants down his legs. Her knees hit the carpeted floor when his pants did. Her soft hands slid from his ankles and all the way up to his boxers elastic.
“Be patient, Luci.”
“God, I’m addicted…” Lucifer mumbled. He was very addicted to her. To all the things she does to him both in and out of the sheets.
Y/N hummed and brought her mouth closer towards his erection. Her breath fanned across the dampened tip and she quickly tore through his duck-printed boxers. The shreds of fabric fell to the carpet.
“Oh, Luci…” She licked a stripe up from his balls to tip. Lucifer moaned loudly and rushed to cover his mouth. Y/N laughed, pulling his hand from his mouth.
“You can be as loud as you want, my dear. No one can hear us.” With that, she took the tip of his dick into her hot mouth. Lucifer gripped the sofa, tearing streaks into it with his claws. His breathing became laboured as Y/N made work on his cock. She swirled her tongue around the tip, her hand coming up and wrapping around the base. She wanted to antagonise him. Make him want her.
“Oh my Lord, please! Please do something…” Lucifer could feel his patience run thin. Patience was definitely not one of his virtues, if he had any left.
Y/N hummed. She removed her hand and placed both of them on his thighs, bracing herself, before taking him whole.
“OH, Y/N/N! Plea~ah,” Lucifer moaned. He bucked his hips up into her mouth and down her throat. He wanted to feel guilty but he was so into the pleasure that she was giving him. Her nails dug into his thighs, her moans vibrated down his length which caused him to gag her once again.
“I-I’m sorry! You just-hah-you just are so good,” Lucifer praised. She may have been an angel but by God was her mouth sinful.
Ohh, girl, let’s take it slow
So as for you, well, you know where to go
I wanna take my love and hate you ‘til the end
It’s not like you to turn away
From all the bullshit I can’t take
It’s not like me to walk away
It’s been a few days since Lucifer has been intimate with his partner. His friends with benefits as he has learned from Angel Dust. He was scared. Every time they’ve gotten intimate, Lucifer was on the verge of telling her he loves her. It took all it had in him to not shout it when he came.
“Oh, Rosie. I don’t know what to do!” Lucifer plonked his head on the table face first. His glass of whiskey shook at the action.
Rosie, the one who made sure the cannibals in her town stayed in check, patted her king on his head. She smiled down at the fallen angel and watched as he mumbled to himself.
“Honey, if you don’t tell her how you feel, then how is she supposed to know you feel this way? What if someone else sweeps her off her feet? She is nothing like that ex of yours, ya know.” Lucifer grumbled. He knew she wasn’t like Lilith. Lilith was a cold-hearted bitch who cared about no one but herself.
“I’m trying to take it slow.”
“Is having a one night stand and then becoming friends with benefits ‘taking it slow’?” Lucifer glared at the smiling cannibal. She was right and he knew it. He sighed and dug into his pocket. He brought out the velvet box and slid it over to his friend.
“I wanted to give her this when I confessed… I don’t know if it’s too much…” Rosie gently took the box and opened it. She gasped when she saw what it was.
“Lucifer! This is gorgeous! I’m sure she’ll love it, honey.” Lucifer felt his shoulders sag with relief. The piece in the velvet box was beautiful. It was a silver ring detailed with leaves. Deer antlers were what held the moss agate stone in the middle. He learned from Husk and Angel that she only wore silver jewellery and that her favourite stone was moss agate. It may not have been the most expensive but he wanted it to come from the heart and not from his wealth.
“I know she will. I just…I hate how much I love her. It’s suffocating with her not knowing.” Lucifer was still scared. Scared that she’d walk away and leave everything they’ve built behind. Just like Lilith. He knew it wasn’t like Y/N to turn away. He knew because he’d attend some of those silly exercises his daughter hosted.
“Tell her. Let her know and don’t bullshit your way outta this.” Rosie slid the ring back to Lucifer. She watched as he breathed in deeply, pocketed the box, and made his way to the door to her shop.
“I won’t walk away from her. Not like I did to Lilith.” With that, Lucifer exited the shop and made his way to the hotel.
I’m so addicted to
All the things you do
When you’re going down on me
In between the sheets
Oh, the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It’s unlike anything
When you’re loving me
Yeah
“Well, if it isn’t my favourite king! How are you today, my dear?” Lucifer had arrived at Y/N’s place in seconds flat after leaving Rosies. He had spider lilies in one hand and a stuffed black cat in the other. Both being her favourite things she’s seen in Hell.
“Good! I just wanted to have a chat with you. Hangout for a bit after all the paperwork I did this morning.” Lucifer watched her eyes light up at the sight of the flowers and stuffie. She grabbed them from his hands and raced to get the flowers in some water. She placed the stuffed cat on her loveseat near her bookshelf.
Lucifer stepped out of the lift and slowly walked towards the kitchen of her penthouse. Y/N was humming as she cut the bottoms of the flowers and placed them in the black vase. Her fingers were nimble and held the flowers delicately to ensure they didn't get damaged.
“What did you want to talk about, sweetheart?” Lucifer took a seat at the island, snatching an apple from the basket of fruit in the centre.
“Nothing important… uhm, how was your day?” Lucifer was nervous. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t drop the L-bomb on her. She was too important to him to lose.
“It was amazing! Your daughter is such a sweetie! She’s helped me adjust to life in Hell wonderfully. I wish I could pay her back somehow…” Lucifer looked at the angel. This angel was of pure heart and faith. He knew Y/N was still struggling with being in Hell. He knew because he could see the way she hid behind his daughter when they went out or when she would quote from the bible only to grow embarrassed when the others looked at her in confusion.
“She is a sweetie, isn’t she? I’m glad you’re adjusting to Hell. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable while you’re here.” Lucifer bit into the apple. Y/N watched as the juice dripped from his chin. She licked her lips, walking towards the island and having a seat on the stool near Lucifer.
Lucifer continued to munch on the apple, not noticing Y/N’s hand creeping towards his thigh. When she made contact, Lucifer jumped and choked on a bit of the sweet fruit.
“Surely you didn’t come here just to talk.” Lucifer felt flushed. He cleared his throat and set the apple core down.
“I promise it was only just to talk. I know I said it was nothing important but-”
“Shh, Luci. I can see how tense your shoulders are. Why don’t I-”
Lucifer stood up abruptly causing Y/N’s hand to fall from his lap. He stepped back and sucked in a breath. He reached into his pocket and produced the black velvet box for Y/N to see. He could see the confusion in her eyes.
“Y/N, I love you. I love you so much that the thought of you not knowing was suffocating me. I know it only started out as us being friends and delving into a one night stand that then turned us into friends with benefits. After a while, it wasn’t just the sex for me. I wanted all of you. Heart, body, mind, and soul. I wanted to feel what it was like for you to love me for me and not for my body. I hope this doesn’t scare you off but I wanted you to know how I feel about you.” Lucifer finished up and placed the small box in front of her. He was sweating profusely and his hands gripped the apple on his cane tightly. He watched as Y/N lifted the box up gently and opened it. Her eyes glittered and he swore he saw tears in her eyes.
“Luci…” Her breath was airy. Like he took her breath away.
“Luci, thank you. No one has done this much for me since I’ve been created. You don’t have to be scared ‘cause I love you just as much.” Lucifer could cry. She felt the same! He smiled brightly and bounded up to the tall angel and hugged her tightly.
“Oh my Hell! I could bounce off these walls in happiness! Oh, I love you so much, my angel!” Lucifer could feel the vibrations of her laugh. She hugged him back just as tightly, the ring he gave her glittering on her right hand.
“Thank you for accepting me, Y/N/N,” Lucifer mumbled into her breasts. He felt her fingers run through his golden locks as she hummed.
“No need to thank me, honey. I love you so very much.”
…
“Let’s head to the bedroom. I need to get this energy out~”
And I know when it’s getting rough
All the times we spend
Trying to make this love something better than
Just making up again
It’s not like you to turn away
All the bullshit I can’t take
Just when I think I can walk away
They’ve only had a few fights but they were only about Lucifer's work. He was the king and every time he went to sign off on a meeting paper to say he wouldn’t be able to make it, Y/N scolded him and told him he needed to go or the residents of the seven rings of hell won’t take him seriously anymore.
She was right. Every time they went out on a date, Lucifer could hear the whispers and snickering. He was gone for years when Lilith left and everyone had assumed that he was gone. Now that he’s back and appearing more in the public eye, the sinners in Pride casted snide remarks his way.
“Honey, a letter just came in from Ozzie. Have you always had a family dinner every month with the seven sins and Charlie?” Lucifer paled at the mention of the dinner. He hasn’t been to one since Lilith left him. Charlie had tried to get him to go a couple times only for him to turn her down and go back to wallowing in his sadness.
“Uh- yes… yes we do. Ozzie was the one that actually wanted it to happen.” Lucifer bounced his knee nervously. Y/N hummed and made his way into the study and up to his desk. She set down the letter and looked down at him.
“How about we go? Ozzie seems to want to meet me and to introduce us to that little imp of his. This’ll be good for you! We can see family and maybe we could invite the residents of the hotel? Have the sins come from their rings and hang out in Pride?” Y/N has been encouraging him to get back into contact with his family since they’ve gotten together. Seemed she was very family oriented. I mean, she had always had him finish inside her whenever they were intimate. He had a sense that she wanted kids but she hasn’t said anything to him yet.
“Fine. How about you write the letter back to Ozzie. Have him send out a message to the others that we’ll be having the dinner at our place. I’ll fly over to the hotel and inform Charlie.” Y/N squeaked and pulled a blank paper from her lover’s pile of papers on the desk. She produced a quill with the snap of her fingers and wrote out the letter. Lucifer was happy that she was excited to meet his family. Every time they had the petty arguments about his work and paperwork, she would ignore him ‘til she got too horny and then seduced him into bed. He didn’t want this love to be about fighting and making up with sex. He wanted it to be more than that,
“I told him that we’ll have the dinner this Friday! Make sure you mention to Charlie that I invited everyone from the hotel to be there!” Lucifer smiled as she leaned down to kiss his rosy cheek. She bounced off to who-knows-where while Lucifer sat back in his desk chair and sighed. He had to talk to her.
I’m so addicted to
All the things you do
When you’re going down on me
In between the sheets
Oh, the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It’s unlike anything
I’m so addicted to
The things you do
When you’re going down on me
Oh, the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It’s unlike anything
When you’re loving me
Yeah
When you’re loving me
“Oh fuck! Lucifer, right there!” The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and ragged breathing. Lucifer was pounding mercilessly into his lover’s pussy. He watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as his dick hit just the right spot inside her. Her moans echoed off the walls, her hands clenching the silk sheets beneath her.
“Come on, baby. You have one more in you, don’t ya?” Lucifer groaned out into her ear. His stomach tightened when he felt her clench at his words. He smirked and brought a clawed hand to her pussy. His pointer and middle finger rubbing circles on her clit. She moaned loudly at the contact before she started to shake as her orgasm crashed through her. Juices squirted from her dripping pussy and coated his lower abdomen and thighs.
“Oh fucking hell…” Lucifer moaned. His dick throbbed and he finally came into her clenching hole. His seed spilled out while he was still in her and when he pulled out he made sure to take his fingers, scoop up the mess, and push it back into her. Y/N moaned and tried to push his hand away only for him to grab it and shush her.
“It’s okay, honey. Just wanna make sure it takes…” Lucifer held still inside of her and when she calmed her breathing down, he made ‘come hither’ motions. She squeaked out and tried to squirm away only for Lucifer to pin her down.
“One more. One more time, sweetheart. I need to make sure it takes,” Lucifer whispered. He leaned up and over her, pulling his fingers from her pussy and replacing it with his hardened dick. He saw her eyes tear up from overstimulation. He kissed her lips, holding onto her hips and slowly drove his hips into hers.
“That’s it, sweetie. You can take it. I got you.” Lucifer whispered sweet nothings into her ear as he began to pick up his pace. His grip tightened on her hips when her pussy clenched around him. He moaned out, dropping his head onto her breasts.
“I’m c-close, Luci! Please!” Lucifer thrusted his hips faster, making sure to hit the spot that made her see stars. Her eyes clenched shut and her hips moved to meet his hips. Her moans grew louder as her orgasm grew closer.
“Oh, Hell…” Lucifer almost whined when Y/N tightened around his length, her moans loud as she shuddered. Her orgasm hit her full force, her pussy squirting out juices once again. Lucifer sped up until he finally released another load into her abused hole.
“I want you to be a mama. Charlie already loves you, why not have another?” Lucifer mumbled. He dropped down on top of her, his dick still in her to keep his load inside to make sure it takes.
Y/N ran her fingers through his messy hair and smiled down at him. He was such a softie for kids. Whenever they would visit the other rings, Y/N made sure they at least went to the circuses that were held that day to support the kids.
“I love you, Luci.”
Lucifer snuggled into her more and murmured out tiredly, “I love you most.”
How can I make it through
All the things you do
There’s just gotta be more to you and me
I’m so addicted to
All the things you do
When you’re going down on me
In between the sheets
Oh, the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It’s unlike anything
It’s unlike anything
I’m so addicted to
All the things you do
When you’re going down on me
Oh, the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It’s unlike anything
I’m so addicted to you
Addicted to you
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𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙚 — It's just Nanami and Yuji against the world.
note: I was rewatching JJK since my Crunchyroll subscription ended 2 years ago, and it's ON NETFLIX and I totally forgot about the relationship Nanami and Yuji had (and I personally think Nanami is a father figure but I digress) so I HAD to share this lol. Also Yuji is a baby :p
𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Nothing!
Nanami never asked to be a dad. To be honest, the idea always scared him. He hated the thought of changing diapers, buying formula, buying clothes every other month, etc! He hated the drool, the smells, the noises babies made, but when he had the blessing to meet 6 month year old Yuji, none of that mattered anymore. He knew he wanted to care for him.
The first few weeks were TOUGH. Nanami knew he didn't have the nurturing mother capability, and knew he also didn't know what to do. Yuji cried all the time and he didn't know why, his diaper would be changed, he just ate, he just woke up from a 3 hour nap (probably more than he needed) and yet he would cry.
Countless nights Nanami laid awake listening to the heart wrenching yet annoying cries of Yuji. He knew Yuji was taken care of yet he didn't know what else could have been bothering him. So the very next day, Nanami took him to the doctors only to find out Yuji was teething. He kept crying because he was in discomfort, so Nanami hit the first once upon a child he could find and found toys and other gadgets to help Yuji, and they worked! Nani got a good 8 solid hours of sleep until a new problem arose.
Yuji got sick. Yes, Yuji got the common cold yet nanami felt like it was yellow fever. Every cough, sneeze, hiccup, Nanami panicked.
"Achoo!" Yuji sneezed and Nanami dashed from the kitchen straight to the living room (which isn't very far). Nanami scanned the poor boy's slightly reddened face from him coughing and sneezing. Nanami felt up the boy's poor head for the, God knows how many times. Nanami brought his hand to his chest to feel how Yuji breathed which was thankfully normal. Yuji only laughed into a cough at how silly his daddy was acting.
"Dada funny!" He clapped his hands.
Nanami felt his heart flutter at his little boy, and he didn't feel too worried about him after his little check up. Nanami felt so happy seeing his little Yuji happy and couldn't contain the tears brimming his eyes. Yuji only looked up at him in confusion but then quickly got caught by Gracie's Corner which he was preoccupied with before his dad's check up.
Nanami soon embraced the single dad look. He'd go on runs with Yuji bundled up in his stroller, he would show Yuji off to his friends whenever they hung out at his house, and everyone fell in love with Yuji. His contagious smile, cute little salmon hair, wide eyes, there wasn't a single person who could look at the little cinnamon roll and not smile. Nanami also became the world's #1 dad. Nanami would be the first person any of the mothers at the daycare would go to for baby advice because nanami was basically the encyclopedia of babies. Want to know what foods are best to feed babies who just began to eat real food, hell give you recipes and affordable but healthy and nutritional brands.
There wasn't a single thing that could have separated Yuji from Nanami, except you, but that's not important in this part of the story. Yuji was Nanami's reason to go to his lame ass job and deal with his boss. Yuji was Nanami's breath and heart. Nanami couldn't even imagine himself without the little kid. And the older Yuji got the more Nanami became happier. Nanami was a whole new man because of Yuji, and honestly, no one complained.
Even though Nanami wished he had a s/o to help raise Yuji, he knew Yuji didn't care. As long as Nanami had Yuji and Yuji had Nanami, nothing would stop them from being happy. It was really Nanami and Yuji against the world. And what Nanami liked to tell Yuji a lot:
"It's just you and me against the world."
#kento nanami#jjk nanami#nanami kento#nanami and yuji#yuji itadori#jjk yuji#Itadori yuji#this is sooo cutee#nanami fluff#yuji fluff#jjk fluff
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Star-Crossed
Chapter 8: Hart
Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader
word count: 3.2k
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A month went by. Things were returning to normal at the hospital. It was business as normal, no pop up visits from your father. Corazon stopped coming by, which you expected. He did threaten you with a gun, after all. He also seemed to have zero trust in you now just because of who your father is - which is exactly why you had taken a different last name in the first place. To avoid natural distrust just because of your namesake.
You also found yourself missing his little visits. It was always a breath of fresh air to see him standing in your lobby or doing something stupid. It always put a smile on your face and he just made you feel so at ease. Hell, you didn’t even see him outside of work. It seemed whatever game Fate had been playing, she was finished with it.
Even the receptionists seemed to miss him. Not only were they unable to see their real life soap opera playing out in front of their very eyes, but they did enjoy his company. He was always so kind and polite to them. You heard that he had also brought them some flowers once.
You even overheard Law talking about it with Shachi, Bepo, and Penguin. “I just don’t know what happened,” you had heard Law say, feeling your entire body freezing. He was just around the corner from you and you knew that you shouldn’t be listening, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were almost holding your breath to make sure that you didn’t make any noise.
“Really fumbled that one, honestly,” Penguin said, folding his arms and shaking his head.
“He was so into them. Now he won’t even talk about them. I tried to ask and he just shut me out.” You could hear the concern in Law’s voice. “It’s all so irritating.” He clicked his tongue.
“You don’t think the doctor rejected him do you?” Shachi asked, gasping and covering his mouth.
“No, I don’t think so. I would’ve had a moping Cora to deal with. Not…whatever the hell this is.” Law sighed. “He honestly hasn’t acted like this in a long time.”
“Maybe a new factor came in we didn’t know about?” Bepo suggested. “Something that could be a deal breaker?”
“I don’t know. There didn’t seem to be anything that happened that could’ve done that. I mean, all that happened was that y/n’s dad showed up and-”
Bepo gasped, covering his mouth in shock with whatever revelation he had. “Do you think their father threatened Cora?”
Law scoffed, shaking his head. “Definitely not. Even if he tried, nothing scares him. At least not like that.”
The four of them shared a collective sigh and you took that as your cue. You rounded the corner. “Hey, boys.” They all jumped, looking at you with wild eyes. They were in such a state of panic that you had to keep yourself from laughing.
You raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. “What? Did something happen?”
“No, doctor!” They all chimed, scattering in different directions. Well, Shachi and Penguin ran right into each other before scittering off. You watched with amusement, but couldn’t help but think about what Law said.
Had Corazon really been that into you? You didn’t understand it. You didn’t see it, but you supposed they saw more from the outside looking in. Pain settled into your heart and you just sighed. This was no time to be sad about it. You had a hospital to run. Besides, you didn’t have time for frivolous things like romance. At least, that’s what you were telling yourself to keep the disappointment at bay.
“Code Magenta.” A voice boomed over the speakers. Your eyes widened and you immediately began to run through the hospital as panic set in. You heard a couple of people ask what that meant as it’s a code not often used and especially not on this side of the hospital. You heard a few people just brushed it off, saying it’s just a special code for you - which wasn’t completely wrong.
Code Magenta meant that there was a life threatening emergency involving a child on the underground side of things. You only had this code one other time in the years that you’ve been in this hospital. The child had been involved with a domestic situation. You were able to save her and provide safe passage for her and her father out of that lifestyle. You occasionally received letters from them, updating you on things.
The last time you were barely able to save the child, you just hoped you’d be able to this time as well. You also knew that you wouldn’t have to worry about your hospital because Marco would step in while you were away. You could have your full attention on whatever the situation was.
And it was terrible.
A child was caught in the middle of a crossfire. A deal gone wrong and for some reason, they had brought their child. This is why you hated the fact that this lifestyle included their children or indoctrinated them at such a young age. There were plenty of ways to prepare a child for such a lifestyle without putting them in danger. You hated the lifestyle and wish children weren’t involved in any way, but such was life.
You immediately went into surgery. You spent hours just trying to keep this kid alive; removing bullets, sewing them up, mending broken bones, everything. You did everything in your power to help this kid.
But it wasn’t enough.
The wounds were too great, the child too small. Most doctors would’ve declared him a lost cause the moment they laid eyes on him, but not you. You didn’t care how little of a chance he had of surviving, you were going to do everything in your power to try. After all, if you had that kind of thought process, you wouldn’t have been able to save Law all those years ago or the other small child that ended up coming through here.
Because of that mentality, your hospital mortality rate was incredibly low - you’ve only lost a few patients over the years. However, that mentality was also a double edged sword. Due to the fact that you cared so much and were so determined to defy odds, it also completely destroyed you every time you failed. You blamed yourself for not being good enough and that it was your fault they died. Which wasn’t the case, it wasn’t your fault. You did everything you could, but it always took you a minute to see that.
Marco also knew this. When he was trying to come up with some excuse for Robin and Law as they asked questions to what Code Magenta was and being too good at seeing through his lies, a voice boomed over the intercom once more. “Code Azure.” Now Marco was the one running across the hospital. Law and Robin called after him, but he was too quick and lost them almost immediately. Again, people were whispering and asking what it meant. Again, those who knew brushed it off saying it was a special code for Marco, which was true.
Code Azure was everything he needed to know. It was similar to Code Cyan, where you were emotional and needed him to keep you from losing it. This one was on a greater scale. That meant that no, you didn’t succeed and you were about to actually lose it. He just hoped it made it in time.
You had a certain habit when this happened. A habit he had down. Typically, you’d start spiraling almost immediately. You’d grow numb and become a robot. Then you’d disappear. Never for very long and typically you ended up at a bar. The only tricky part was that you never went to the same bar, so he always had to hunt you down. Also you tended to be more rambunctious and squirmy when you drank, so just dealing with you in that kind of state was something he was trying to avoid.
When he arrived on the other side, one of the nurses sighed before shaking their head. “They’re already gone.”
Marco groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Why didn’t you stop them?” He glared at the nurse who licked her teeth and grimaced at him.
“It’s not like they exactly leave in the most conspicuous manner, you know this. One moment they’re there, the next they’re not.” With that, they left Marco to his own devices. He couldn’t just leave right now. There were still some things to take care of before he could leave. He also knew Law and Robin were probably waiting for an explanation.
He pulled out his phone, texting his father to let him know the current situation. Pops could start looking while he finished things up here. It shouldn’t take him too long.
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You weren’t exactly sure how you got here. One moment the single toned beep was ringing in your ears and now you were trying to figure out how the hell you were going to get home. You weren’t sure how much you drank, you never did when this happened. It was like you clocked out of your body for some hours and when you came back, someone else had taken the wheel and crashed.
You slowly slid from your seat, the world around you spinning. You held on to the edge of the bar, blinking hard as you tried to gather yourself. Fuck, you hated drinking. This is why you never did it, but this was just what you did every time. As if you were punishing yourself for something that was out of your control. Actually, that’s exactly what it was. You knew it was bad, you knew it was unhealthy, but you just felt like you couldn’t control it.
You took another deep breath, your world still spinning but you were able to handle it now. “You sure you don’t want me to call you a cab?” the bartender asked, looking at the state of you. You shook your head. “I’m gonna just walk it off. Some fresh air might do me good.”
The man just looked at you rather skeptically.
“And I don’t want to end up vomiting in someone’s car,” you mumbled. The bartender snorted, nodding. “There’s the truth I was looking for. At least you’re considerate. Just be careful on your way, okay?”
You nodded, offering a very drunken salute before stumbling out the door.
The cold air hit you like a slap in the face. You immediately felt everything coming up and rushed over to the bushes, unleashing whatever you had been putting into your stomach for the last couple of hours. Man, how did you do so much damage in so little time? What time even was it right now? Did you even have your phone?
Once you were done with that, you felt a whole lot better. The world was still tilted and moving slightly but you were able to stand up straight for the most part. Marco was going to kill you. You groaned, double checking yourself. You had your phone - which was dead, keys, and wallet. You manage to not upchuck all over yourself. Things were okay for now. You assumed your car was at the hospital. At least you had enough sense in your dazed state to walk instead of drive.
You started walking - well, stumbling - down the sidewalk. You moved slowly as if you were learning how to walk again. It didn’t take long before you were somewhat able to walk for the most part.
At least, that’s what you thought before you tripped over yourself. There was no saving yourself. You braced yourself for impact only for it to never come. You opened your eyes, staring at the ground not far from your face. What the hell? That’s when you realized someone had you by the collar of your shirt.
You felt yourself being picked up and tossed over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. There’s only one person who it could be. Everything hit you all at once and Marco was the only person you really could unleash everything on. “Marco, I’m so sorry,” you grumbled, feeling the tears well up. “I tried everything I could, but it wasn’t enough.” You felt the tears start to fall. “Everything is just going wrong. I thought it was fine. Things would be fine, but it isn’t. I don’t know what’s going on.” You kept your face covered, laying limply over his shoulder as you sobbed.
“He was so small, Marco.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “So small. His wounds were too great. They were for an adult, not a child. I went into this to save children, but I wasn’t able to. I couldn’t help him. God, why do they have to involve kids with their stupid lives. They don’t want this. They never do. I never wanted it. I just- What’s the point of being a doctor if I can’t save lives?” You were just blubbering at this point, no real structure to your sentences.
After another moment of crying, you calmed down a little bit. Then you realized something. Marco hadn’t said anything. He was usually scolding you by now. That, and he would never pick you up like this. He knew how squirmy you sometimes got and he usually opted for dragging you. “Marco?” you asked, sniffling and wiping your eyes.
Hold on. Why were you this high off the ground? Marco wasn’t this tall. It couldn’t be Pops either, he was way taller. You tried to move, but felt the arm around your middle tighten. “Uh?” Panic was setting in. Were you being kidnapped, right now? You started squirming but to no avail. Unlike Marco, whoever was holding on to you seemed to have no trouble keeping you in place.
“Fucki-”
“Y/n.” You stopped as you heard a voice you hadn’t heard in a while. “Corazon?” Your eyes widened and you felt your face warm up. Of course he’s the one who found you like this. Of course. Of all people. Of all times. “Where…are you taking me?” Oh fuck, was he going to kill you? Had he actually been working with Doflamingo this whole time? A whole new wave of panic set in.
“To the hospital.” Oh. Well, that made sense. Leave it to your drunk state of mind to come up with insane scenarios. Besides, if he wanted to kill you, he would’ve done it already. It’s not like it was exactly hard to do when you were like this.
“Seems like the roles are reversed now, huh?” It seemed he was trying to lighten the mood. You blinked at his words, confused. “What do you mean?” Corazon chuckled softly. “Well, you’re usually the one stopping me from falling. Not the other way around. I’ve never seen you in such a state.” You felt your face set ablaze and you sputtered for a moment.
“Well, it doesn’t happen often,” you mumbled, yawning. Exhaustion was starting to creep up on you. “So, don’t get used to it.” You thought for a moment. “Huh, I guess the roles really are reversed.” You yawned again, feeling your body going slack. “You saved me from falling,” your voice slowly became softer as you were drifting off. “You pointed the gun at me just like I did to you when we met.”
You felt Corazon stop. “What?” You covered your mouth, tiredly giggling. “Oops.” Now delirium was setting in. With the lack of sleep and the alcohol coursing through your veins, you were reaching a point in which you were honestly surprised you were still awake.
Corazon gently set you down on the ground and looked at you. “What did you mean by that?” You blinked, looking at him with half lidded eyes. You were barely able to stay awake. You felt yourself sway a bit and he put his hands on your shoulders to hold you steady. “When the hell did you point a gun at me, y/n?”
You yawned, shaking your head. “A long time ago, you don’t remember.” Corazon studied your face as he tried to figure out what you were telling him. Honestly, you weren’t even processing what you were saying right now. You just looked at him through droopy eyes and watched as his face slowly came to the realization.
“You’re-”
“Y/N!” A voice cut through the cold night air. Your ears perked up and you turned around, almost toppling over as you did so had Corazon not been holding on to you.
“MARCO!” You threw your hands in the air and grinned widely. “There you are! I was wondering when you’d find me.” You giggled as he ran over to you.
Marco was panting, glaring at you. He stopped, putting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. You were doctors not athletes. “It’s okay. I was safe. Corazon was watching over.” You patted his hand that was still on your arm to keep you steady. “Good guy.” The next word that came out of your mouth was something you didn't even realize you were saying and you didn't even process. "Handsome too, huh, Marco?"
You turned back to Marco, who was fully standing up now that he recovered for the most part. He opened his mouth and you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I know. You’re going to scold me later.” You were not a fan of his scoldings, but at least it wasn’t as if you had to hear them often.
“Let’s go, then,” he said. “Pops is on the way with the truck.”
As if on cue, a large truck pulled up next to the three of you. “Y/n!” A voice boomed out of the window. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” You frowned, feeling bad for having worried the two of them. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled.
It wasn’t long before you were safely secured in the truck and you rolled down the window. “Thanks for helping me out there, Corazon,” you said with a sleepy smile, leaning against the side of the window.
He’d been silent since Marco showed up, not really knowing what to say. “What did you mean when you said you pointed a gun at me earlier?” You blinked at him slowly, trying to process his words.
“Oh, you don’t remember?” You were slowly starting to drift off now. “‘T all happened the night I met you…” You yawned one more time. “When I saved Law.” You stuck your arm out the window for him to see, pointing at the bullet wound scar. “Got this too when ‘Mingo’s guys jumped me. Which was unfair, we were trying to be all nice n’ stuff. Dad sent me in as an olive branch and I almost came out as swiss cheese.” You laughed as you rambled, pulling your arm back in and leaning against the side again.
“Time to go. Thanks, Corazon,” Marco said out his window before the truck took off, leaving the other man frozen in disbelief.
#now to be dead the next three days bc of work lmfao#i also rewrote this like four times oof#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x you#donquixote rosinante x reader#donquixote rosinante#donquixote corazon#rosinante corazon#corazon x reader#corazon#rosinante x reader#rosinante#am fics#sc
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All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 15
Hello! We finally get to Kenny’s plan and the last puzzle of the past drops into place. I’m not sure how much more of this story there is. I don’t want to rush the ending but it feels pretty close to me. If you have any ideas of what you would like to see before I get to the ending and the epilogue, put it in the comments or tags. I might not include all of them, but if I see something I like I’ll let you know.
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What Kenny’s plan was, no one knew and when they would ask, he would just smile at them.
But they really didn’t have time to dwell on whatever he was planning because Junior Prom was upon them and the four of them decided to go as group. Both Mandy and Edie were lesbians but they both knew if they showed up with other girls or even with each other, they would be turned away from the door. So Harri and Kenny were playing their beards so that they could go and have a little fun for a night.
Steve and Miri, Jeff’s wife, took the girls out shopping while while Eddie and Jeff took the boys out to get their tuxes.
Edie and Mandy tried on several dresses, with Edie deciding on long grey, almost Grecian style dress. But Mandy was at a loss before the seamstress came up with an idea.
She got together a few things and then shoved Mandy into the dressing room.
When Mandy walked out, Steve and Edie whistled and clapped. Mira looked her over with a raised eyebrow
“Damn, girl,” Edie said, “give us a twirl.”
Mandy spun slowly in place. She was wearing a long black shirt with the slits up the side that stop in the middle of her thigh. She had on a white tuxedo shirt and black suit jacket.
“If we nip the waist a little,” the seamstress was saying, “and give it a little bit more of an hour glass, it would be perfect.”
Mira stood up and walked over to her daughter. “Do you like it?”
Mandy chewed on her lip. “You don’t?”
Mira grabbed her by the shoulders. “That wasn’t the question, honey. It doesn’t matter what I or anyone else thinks, and that includes your dad. It passes that stupid fucking dress code list they gave us. Do. You. Like. It?”
Mandy nodded.
Mira turned to the seamstress. “How long will the alterations take?”
The seamstress cocked her and said, “Three days?”
Mira nodded. “Then we’ll buy the whole lot. Go pick out shoes and accessories, sweetie.”
Mandy jumped up and down excitedly. Edie grabbed her hand and they ran into the depths of the store to try on everything they could ever want to go with their dresses for prom.
“Ma’am?” the seamstress said. “Do you have the list with you? Of things that they have to adhere to?”
Mira shook her head.
“I do!” Steve said pulling it out of his pocket. “I brought it with me because I already tangled with the principal once this year, I figured two would be pushing it.”
He handed it to her.
The seamstress poured over the list very carefully. She grinned and turned to Mira.
“You want to make your daughter love you forever and still color inside the lines?”
Mira tilted her head. “I’m listening.”
After she told them her idea, Steve burst out laughing. “She’ll love it.”
Mira nodded. “Hell, yeah.”
*
The night of prom came along and everyone looked fucking fantastic. Kenny was in a traditional tux, while Harri paired his suit pants and black button up shirt with a leather jacket. The top three buttons were undone and he wore chains on his neck.
Edie paired her grey gown with a tarnished silver shrug jacket and matching kitten heels. She looked stunning, but the star of the night was Mandy. She wore black high heels with chunky crystal buckles on them which matched the rest of her jewelry. But what really set the outfit off was the tuxedo pants that she wore instead of the skirt.
The teacher at the door scoured the list for any sign that girls couldn’t wear slacks. But there wasn’t any and the teacher was forced to let them in. She scowled at them all for toeing the line without crossing it.
Edie and Harri stopped short when they saw who two of the parent chaperons were.
Standing on opposite sides of the gym trying to pretend the other wasn’t there were Steve and Eddie.
All three of Kenny’s friends turned to him in shock.
“How the hell did you managed that?” Mandy asked, her eyes wide.
Kenny chuckled. “My mom is president of the PTA and on the dance committee. She is two things.” He held up two fingers. “Charming and persistent. My dad uses her to get the stingiest people to open their wallets for his pet charities all the time. I just merely suggested that your dads would be the perfect people for the job and let her do the work.”
Harri and Edie exchanged a glance.
“Huh,” Harri said. “Could work. Especially if you make them stop ignoring each other.”
Kenny looked over at them standing there awkwardly. “That might be the hardest part, yes.”
Harri ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth as a plan formed in his head. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”
He marched up to his dad. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going to a chaperon?”
Eddie winced. “I was hoping to get out of it, if I’m honest.” He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.
“It’s mortifying!” Harri insisted. “I’m going to be the talk of the school on Monday on how my lame ass dad was standing there awkwardly all night while Edie’s dad gets to be the cool chaperon!”
Eddie’s head reared back. “Hey! I can be cool too.”
Harri crossed his arms and leaned back on his foot. “We both know that you have been cool a single day in your life. The closest you get to cool is by proxy. Being in a rock band and working with cool people on their albums.”
“You little punk!” Eddie teased back, ruffling his son’s hair. “I’ll show you who’s cool.”
Harri scoffed. “Mr Harrington looks cooler than you and he’s just standing there.”
Eddie looked over at Steve who was wearing a classic tux. He had his hands shoved in his pockets as his eyes wandered over the throng of bouncing teenagers.
“After all according to Uncle Jeff,” Harri said, driving the point home, “he was prom king, super popular, and was actually called King Steve...you can’t get much cooler than that.”
Eddie scowled. “And did Uncle Jeff mention he was a bully, too?”
Harri half shrugged. “Kept the real bullies from doing real damage is what I heard.”
Eddie frowned. Okay, yeah. Fine.
“I can be cool.”
Harri lifted his chin. “Prove it.”
Eddie brushed past him and marched over to wear to Steve was standing.
Harri’s friends came up to him.
“What was that about?” Mandy asked.
“Yeah,” Kenny said. “Whatever you said seemed to light a fire under his ass.”
Harri just grinned. “One thing my dad can’t stand is being called uncool. So I may have poked the bear a bit.”
Steve laughed and they all turned to see Eddie and him laughing at something Eddie had said.
“Congrats!” Edie said. “It worked.”
“Which means it’s party time!” Kenny said rubbing his hands together.
The other three cheered and got down to enjoying themselves.
*
Steve was going to get a migraine. Why did he agree to this? He had already caught three idiots trying to smuggle beer into the dance. This offended him greatly as he had managed to sneak in booze at all three dances he went to without being caught.
He just made sure that when he told the kid that, that he was out of hearing range of another chaperon or a student that might tattle. It was always the quiet ones you had look out for. They could be snitches or didn’t care and you were never sure which one you were going to get.
Eddie came up into him early in the dance and they had fun playing spot the idiot. Trying to figure out which ones had booze, which ones had weed, and which ones were out to do real harm.
Eddie actually managed to catch one kid with drugs. Actual drugs. They managed to confiscate it without alerting the principal or one of the other chaperons but that was a trip and half. One they weren’t going to tell their kids.
This was only one of the ‘highlights’ of the evening. The main one came when Edie saw Steve with a small plate of the little h'orderves and said something about it.
“I really hope that’s not all you’ve eaten today,” she said glaring at the plate.
Eddie who was nearby, frowned.
Steve scowled at her. “You had dinner with me earlier. You know it’s not.”
“But that was just a little meal to tide me over until I went out to eat with my friends,” Edie protested.
“And I ate more of it then you did,” Steve countered. “I’m fine, honey. Please just leave this alone. Go have fun with your friends. Don’t make tonight about this. Please.”
“I just don’t want you to faint again!” Edie hissed.
Steve turned and saw Eddie standing there. He turned to back her and said, “I’m done talking about this.”
He threw his food in the trash and stormed out the double doors. The banged shut behind him.
Edie gulped. Eddie raised an eyebrow at her and her shoulders slumped.
“I fucked up.”
“It certainly sounds that way,” Eddie said. “There is obviously something going on there, and you’re going to worry. But you have to understand, you’re his daughter. Not his wife or his mother or even his friend. You pushing him like this only making things worse.”
She folded her arms across her waist and looked away. “You sound like my therapist.”
Eddie scoffed. “Then maybe you should have been listening. Go back to your friends, Edie. Have fun. Stop being your dad’s keeper for a single night. Leave it to me.”
Edie nodded. “Tell him I’m sorry, will you?”
Eddie smiled. “Sure thing.”
He went to go tell another chaperon that he was going out for a smoke and followed Steve out the double doors.
*
Steve was pissed. He had told her over and over again not say anything in front of other people. And yet, she still did it all the time. This was the last straw. There was no way that Eddie didn’t hear her.
Who was pretty much the last person Steve wanted to know. But it was out of the bag now. The question was to tell him why.
A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see the worried expression on Eddie’s face. Of course he was going to tell him. He deserved to know. He just wished it had been on his schedule.
Eddie sat down next to him on the ground and bumped him gently with his shoulder.
He pulled out a cigarette and offered one to Steve, who took it gratefully. Eddie lit both their cigarettes and they smoked in silence for a moment.
“I was going to tell you,” Steve murmured. “About the time I collapsed. Fainted. Whatever. Just...”
“Not in a crowded gymnasium filled with horny teenagers?” Eddie asked.
Steve huffed out a chuckle. “Yeah.”
Eddie looked at him a moment before it clicked. He rolled his head back and licked his lips. “Fuck. It was just before Jay’s funeral, wasn’t it?”
Steve hung his head in shame. “I was at the airport on my way to England when I collapsed in the fucking boarding area.”
Eddie’s head snapped in Steve’s direction. “What?!”
“Edie doesn’t know about that part,” he admitted quietly. “Dustin told her that we were at the house when I fainted. I still don’t know how Dustin kept it out of the press. I suspect Nancy was involved.”
Eddie sighed. “What happened, Stevie?”
Steve let out a sob. “After Andy, I just got so depressed. So...broken. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I understand a lot people with depression actually sleep more. But not me. No, the Upside Down fucked that up too. Edie had just started school and Jeff had to take her.”
“Did he know why?” Eddie asked, gently. He wouldn’t be mad at Jeff if he knew about what happened and he didn’t. Look, he was fucked up, but he wasn’t that fucked up, you know? It was very personal for Steve and if Jeff and Dustin were the only people who knew, then Eddie was grateful damn it.
Steve shook his head. “Not until after the funeral.”
Eddie closed his eyes and opened them slowly. “I’m guessing he took Edie in while you were in the hospital?”
Steve nodded. “Dustin and Suzie couldn’t take her because he had to run the company. After the hospital I was put into on of those fancy rehab centers. Not for drugs or alcohol–”
“For your eating,” Eddie said getting it instantly.
Steve lifted his head as he tried to choke back tears. “Apparently the sports and my parents and the whole fucking Upside Down gave me a really unhealthy relationship with eating.”
Eddie flicked his cigarette out on the pavement and wrapped his arm around him. “I’m sorry you went through all that, sweetheart.”
Steve just started sobbing into his arm, unable to stop once the tears began.
“I’ve got you, Stevie,” Eddie murmured. “I’ve got you.” He kissed the top of Steve’s head fiercely. “I’m here now. It’s not okay and maybe it never will be, but I’m here now. I’ve got you.”
After awhile, Steve’s sobs slackened and he just finally relaxed.
“I didn’t tell you,” he murmured, “because I was afraid that if you knew, you’d pity me. I didn’t want to guilt you into being with me.”
Eddie’s eyes went wide. “You still...”
Steve nodded. “But not yet. I can’t–I just...not yet.”
Eddie hugged him tighter. “Oh sweetheart, I waited twenty years thinking you didn’t return my feelings, I think I can wait at least that knowing that you do.”
Steve took the ring off his hand and slipped it back on Eddie’s right hand, where it belonged. “This is my promise to you. I do want to be with you. Just...I need more time.”
Eddie looked at the ring on his finger and smiled up at Steve. “We’ll still be friends, right?”
Steve let out a watery laugh. “Oh yeah! You’ve got me for life, Munson. You’ll find I’m like a cockroach that way. You’ll never be rid of me now.”
Eddie grinned. “Yeah, okay. I think I can work with that.”
Steve lurched to his feet. “We should probably get back in there before someone decides to burn the school down.”
Eddie laughed. “Yeah, there is probably a version of me in there and I shouldn’t leave them alone for very long.”
Steve laughed too. “Yeah, but it’s the prom king you should look out for.”
Eddie put his arm around Steve’s shoulder and led them back into the gym. “Yeah, why’s that?”
“Because I’m pretty sure I saw him spike the teachers’ table’s punch.”
Eddie blinked. “You mean the punch that was already eighty percent alcohol?”
Steve hummed in response.
“Dead god,” Eddie said wide-eyed. “Those poor teachers are going to have the worst hangovers tomorrow.”
“Not you?” Steve asked, leaning into the warmth that was Eddie Munson.
“Nah, babe,” he said, pulling out a hip flask. “Rule number one of any high school dance is never trust the punch.”
Steve laughed as they walked back through the double doors and back to the dance.
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Alas, the human experience.
It’s been a rough patch, so much happening, so many hard things, and I forget, that C is in it with me, and it’s happening to him as well.
We had been fussing, and I went to my weekend morning yoga. During yoga, you can pick what to dedicate your practice too, or what to focus on. Under the 8 limbs of yoga, there is Satya, truthfulness or ‘your truth.’ I’ve been dedicating my practice to this for a week now, and during practice, it came to me, that what I want most, through everything, is to come to the other side of this hell (losing mom, dads diagnosis, his plethora of extended challenges surrounding this, the in-laws, all of it) - this incredibly heavy time, with Chris by my side.
In marriage, or any long-term relationship or friendship, I believe you come to these points. Or maybe everyone isn’t tested as hard, or as hard headed as we are, regardless, at this crossroads, I only want to come through this crucible stronger and more capable.
When I came home, we had a long talk - which, is hard with young children - and included too much screen time, extravagant promises to them, and copious candy and junk food bribes.
I’m Lucky in that he also wants to come Out the other side with me in tow. We sorted the real crux; his burnout with work leading to me feeling solo at home, coupled with my frustration in having to re-engage him. There is so much more to it, at the bare bones though, we have been through the ringer in the last 6 months, let alone the last 5 years. It’s human nature to withdraw and think of self at deeply painful and intense times. I’m not sure it’s as natural to look outside yourself for answers and solutions. At least not for someone who has always had to find their own way through.
There is so much past life here, that colors and clouds our thoughts and beliefs on relationships, expectations, you name it. Theres hardly enough space here for that, or hours in the day, to cover it all… suffice it to say, everyone has history, baggage, belief systems, and there are times, in life, relationships, careers, you come to these pivotal points, and you decide, to grow with, and include someone else in that process, or to do that singularly, and potentially grow apart.
Then we hosted Easter for 30 people at our house, and the only real phone I have, is with our son and 2 of my cousins kiddos, sans Lilith -
It’s a beautiful photo 💚
> dads ct came back showing he has 2 nodules that are gone and the large lung mass shrinking in size. This is so encouraging, we know it’s buying time, but damn if it doesn’t feel good to have a little more of that.
> able to get one day a week back for work from home
> spreading out from traditional ‘green’ plants
My zz raven and red secret are 2 beauties I’m playing with. Picked up a killer variegated Thai Constellation as well that I’m just so excited about -
This baby, can come as quite the expense and I LUCKED UP BAYBEE 🤘
My aunt brought me a purple heart-
And c my very first orchid -
> we’ve been in the yard. Garden prepping. Greenhouse planning.
And I found this super fun ‘grill’ birdhouse for the back 💚
May we all grow, as we are intended to grow, and continue to have love and hope in our hearts.
Seek your Satya xx
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Silly Squad 2nd Gen WIPS!
started on a little something something because I can't afford therapy to fix what s3 caused so-
Silly Squad families 10 years or so into the future :)
Find out more about the 'Silly Squad' here!
Star Wars said, "oh no sorry, the interracial poc couple can't be together" so I said fuck that!!! and made all of them poc/inter-species couples with mixed kids!! no i'm not biased at all.
Also, let's pretend that the clone aging thing isn't a,,, isn't a thing because 1) too much math and 2) too much angst potential.
Though it is funny to think about the clones with their fast aging and then their partners are all notoriously slow aging people ("black don't crack" and "asian don't raisin" sort of deal). You got this super old dude and then you look at their partner and they don't look a day over like 30.
No, I didn't cry while drawing this what the fuck are you talking about? Aha,, aha...ha...
Additional info about the families under the cut!
Starburst Family!
ok so since I've had Khea the longest, her family is the most thought out at this point
In order, from top, left to right: Itri (14/15), Marama 'Mara', Maia 'Mai' (both 10, 23 min apart), and Elio Nultez (7)
I made a post about them earlier so for more detailed info on their kids you can find it here!
Khea found Itri when she was about 4/5 years old and decided to take her in as a Foundling (she's also trans)
When Khea brought Itri back and showed her to Wrecker he was in complete shock (he thought she was Khea's biological daughter) but immediately took to the role as being a dad
Twins were an accident (oops) and an absolute handful but Khea and Wrecker wouldn't have it any other way
I saw a lot of people say that Wrecker would have a lot of kids and I agree, he's be a great dad (and he is!)
But pair that up with a Mandalorian wife? I'm sure both of them would adopt any and all kids that come their way
Not pictured is the twenty-something pets that their kids have adopted over the years - they could have a farm at this point
Sharpshooters Family!
I don't know where the idea came from but one day it randomly hit me how I wanted their family to be - but essentially after finishing s3 I knew Cross was just a girl dad through and through so I gave him a daughter
That's Akona and she's half Nautolan and half Pantoran! Oh and a HUGE menace!
Akon is eight and Cross found her when she was six
Since Pantorans have the yellow tattoos to mark their clans, Akona and Tay both got tattoos to represent Crosshair's, well, Crosshair tattoo since they're their own little clan
Tay also capped off his lethorns to prevent Akon from hurting herself and getting poked because she loves to climb all over him
Idk how they came across her but I'm thinking Cross decided to go out on a mission with Echo just this once and found her (and Tay was probably sick at home or something, idk)
Tay was super unsure about it (he's terrible with kids) but Crosshair assured him that things would be fine
And things are fine and better than ever :)
Scompscope Family!
I don't have names for these kiddos yet but I know I want them to be in tribute to Fives and Hevy!
So like,, I know technically Echo probably can't have kids and originally I was going to have them just adopt some clone cadets or something but uh,, me being biased I wanted biracial kids so-
BOOM! He can have kids in this AU.
They probably took some time to decide on the decision to have kids though since Echo and Viram are both dedicated to the cause of helping clones but eventually they do decide to settle down
Like all the Sec Gen kids, these two are absolute trouble makers and never back down from a challenge
They're a little less than a year apart, but they're 8 and 7!
TechPhee Family!
wow, I can't believe that this is actually canon guys!!! :D Isn't that amazing????
Anyways, Techphee kids don't have names yet but I am open to suggestions!!
Also,, these kids are an absolute THREAT. They're smart as hell, they're witty, they can fly a plane like it's nobody's fucking business, they're skilled with pistols and a vibroblade, there is NOTHING these kids can't do.
Except have 20/20 vision. Whomp whomp.
Hey, nobody is perfect.
Daughter is far-sighted and son is near-sighted!
Daughter is 11 and son is 8!
Guardians Family!
not pictured is the ten to twenty other kids that Hunter and Jung have adopted over the years
the super lovely and wonderful @taraneen and I were talking about this timeskip and she mentioned that she thinks that Hunter would eventually go back and adopt some kids after Omega leaves and I couldn't agree more
Him and Jung probably run some kind of orphanage or something where they talk in kids and if they so happen to be Force-sensitive, Jung helps them out with it
Look at these three, they're like,,, having a "who can grow out their hair the longest?" competition (Jung is winning)
Of course Omega loves all her new cousins and siblings as well :)
Omega is around 24 years old here so she's also like a big sister to all of them and they all look up to her and admire her deeply
#maybe i'm a little biased#i barely get rep as a biracial kid so let me have this#star wars said no you don't get mixed black kids#so i said fuck you and made a bunch of them#and the others are mixed too (expect omega obviously)#yeah no definitely not biased#tbb#the bad batch#tbb s3#tbb hunter#tbb echo#tbb wrecker#tbb crosshair#tbb tech#tbb omega#phee genoa#khea nultez#tay'kaa marr#viram cossa#jung-myn yun#oc x canon#poc ocs#sec gen#baddies batch#silly squad#hunter x oc#echo x oc#wrecker x oc#crosshair x oc#techphee
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Day to Day Norm Pt.7
Norm x F!Quaritch!Reader
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.
Warnings: Angsty, shitty songcord written by yours truly (pls don't come at me about it I know it's not good😭)
Spoken in Na'vi
Part 6 Part 8
The early part of the morning had just started but Norm and Jake were anything but happy about the morning. This morning they prepare your body for burial later in the day. While your avatar would be buried close to Tsu'tey's, your human body would be buried at Hell's Gate along with your dad and all of the people who defected with him. Neytiri walked into the kelku where they were preparing your body and she knelt next to your head. She took out the braids from the battle and redid them in a more traditionally elegant manner. She took the song cord she had helped you piece together before the destruction of Hometree and handed it to Norm.
"I will teach you what each part means, the song it creates, so that you may remember her by her accomplishments." Neytiri tells Norm, who ducks his head sadly. His ears drooped back as he nodded.
"Thank you, Neytiri." Norm says and she gives him a small smile.
"We're here for you anytime you need us." Jake tells Norm, who chuckles lightly.
"If I'm correct... You two have something a bit more important to think about." Norm says gesturing toward Neytiri's stomach. The couple looks away from him bashfully. Not because of the events that led to the pregnancy or newly mated bliss, but because they were still sitting next to your body. The one who was supposed to bare his children. The three continue to work on cleaning your body and Neytiri starts humming. Jake's ears perk up and he listens to her as she sings.
"What are you singing?" Jake asks her and she casts a look at your songcord. He takes hold of her hand gently. "Why don't you sing it for us?" She holds her hand out for Norm to return the songcord to her and he does so. Norm as your mate and Jake as your brother return to their duty as Neytiri starts humming a base melody.
"Ma Eywa has given me freedom from my first life." She sang as she ran her finger over the first bead, which Jake recognized as a bioluminescent rock he had given to you when you were accepted into the Omatikaya to train with them. "For this, I give my thanks. We live among the people as one of them. For this, I give my thanks." Neytiri continued to sing as she ran her fingers over smaller wooden beads. The next bead seemed to be handmade since it was mostly yellow, with red dropped in the middle of it. "Ma Eywa has given me a brother, ma Jake." Jake's ears perk forward at that verse since it spoke of him as your family. The chorus repeated and Jake and Norm were both watching her fingers run over the beads. The next was a tuft of hair held together by a small strip of leather. "In coming here I was given a mother. So smart and so strong and beautiful, ma Grace." Neytiri's voice started to waver but she continued determined to finish. "He came to his mind and Sees us. He came back to me, ma sempul, Miles." Jake's ears dip back thinking of how beautiful your songcord is, but how tragic it is when he thinks about those who have been mentioned. The next larger bead was blue with a lighter brown circle on one side. "Ma Eywa, brought ma tsmukan, Miles. The sweet younger brother who will be strong like our father." Her finger drifts over the next noticeable bead which had been carved and painted blue and green. "By Eywa's grace, ma tsmuke(sister), Neytiri. She Sees us for who we are, not where we come from." The song continued with how you had passed your iknimaya and been fully accepted as one of the people. She continues down the cord and smiles at the second to last larger bead. "She gifted me him, my savior. The man I will love for all eternity, ma Norm." She sings and continues down the line. The last bead was where she seemed to freeze for a moment and took a deep breath. The bead was a small rough rock that Neytiri knew the meaning of. She knew because the two of you had added these beads together and she had a matching one on her songcord. "Ma Norm and I, we welcome a new life. It grows inside me right now. A welcome addition to my family." Neytiri closed out the song cord and Norm cast his eyes down to your body.
"Neytiri... Was she pregnant?" Jake asked the question that was swirling in Norm's head.
"She was." Neytiri whispered and Jake felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs. Norm was silent as he looked over your figure, trying to process this information.
"Why didn't she stay out of the war if she knew?" Norm asked Neytiri after he finally found his voice.
"As High Warrior, it was her place to fight beside our Olo'eyktan to free our people." Neytiri told him.
"But how would she have known it had only been a few days since we mated and... Wouldn't that have been too early to tell?" Norm finally asks her.
"No. My mother knew of us both being with child within a couple of days." Neytiri told him and the sob he had been holding in finally clawed its way out of his throat. Jake hopped over your body and held Norm close to him.
"I'm so sorry Norm. If I would've known I could've tried to get her to stay behind with Mo'at." Jake says but it does little to console him. Neytiri continues with her duties of dressing you. She ensures your chest piece and tweng fit your role as High Warrior and drapes the headpiece she had made for you on your head.
"Ma Jake... She is ready." Neytiri says and Jake moves to pick you up but Norm stops him.
"I can do it." Norm tells him as he picks up your body and carries you to where you'll be buried. Norm passes a small family of three consisting of a young girl, a small boy, and their father. The little boy reaches out and grabs the hand that hanging from your body.
"Setxä." The boys' father reaches and removes his hand from yours.
"But that is her!" The boy says and his father nods.
"I know Setxä. I know, but she is with Eywa now." The Na'vi man pulls his son into his arms and away from your unmoving figure. Norm set you down in your final resting place, and he rolled your prosthetic pinky in his hand. He could remember that day like it was yesterday.
-Flashback-
Jake was still in his link pod, Trudy was walking around with Grace outside, and that left you and Norm by yourselves. The two of you were tangled up under the blankets in his bunk. You had long since put on your underwear and one of Norm's t-shirts which were large on you, while he wore his boxers and nothing else.
"I can't wait." You tell him and he chuckles.
"I can't wait either. Everything you and Jake told me about it I can't help but want to experience it too." Norm says and you snuggle into his chest.
"And I'm gonna be right there with you. Every step of the way." You say and he stick out his pinky.
"Pinky promise?" He says jokingly but you take that as a challenge of humor. So you remove your fake pinky and hand it to him.
"I pinky promise." You whisper to him and he outright laughs at the joke.
-Flashback Over-
"You kept your promise." Norm says quietly as he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your forehead. "I love you (Y/n)." He says and steps up next to Jake who kneels next to your grave with an Atorkirina in hand. He had done this many times today already but this one felt heavier. Far more difficult for him to deliver than the others. He was finally able to let go of the Atokirina and it danced around your torso and it settled in your hands.
13 Years Later
"Norm, can I talk to you for a moment?" Norm turned toward Max and sent his friend a tired smile. He had been spending alot of time in his avatar but he didn't stop taking care of Miles, though the boy prefers Spider these days. Matter of fact that's who Max was having to drag him away from. The two men walked away from the group of kids to a silent corner.
"What can I do for you Max?" Norm asks and Max quickly turns and pulls Norm into his private lab. Norm gapes at the room and all of the equipment inside it, especially the growth tube with an Avatar inside of it.
"I'm sure you recognize most of this tech." Max says and Norm nods.
"Yeah, but why do you have it? And who is this for?" Norm asks and Max scratches the back of his head.
"That's my avatar. I needed to make sure it worked before I used it for the purpose it was meant for. Before you and Jake were stationed on Pandora, (Y/n) was able to trick Selfridge into buying all of this." Max says but he stops next to a box that had been open for a long time. "Except this. She saved five of her paychecks to buy this." Max opens the lid of the box and Norm peers inside and his eyes go wide.
"Is this what I think it is?" Norm asks him and Max nods. "But why did she want all of this?"
"Simple. For Spider." Max tells his friend and Norm runs a hand over the growth pod and the transfer device in his hand. "She planned to run the moment she was able to separate her consciousness from her human body to her avatar."
"What changed her mind?" Norm looked Max in the eye, and the shorter man fidgeted as he sat down.
"Spider was born then she met you. Suddenly she had more that she cared about at base than her deep desire to learn in the environment. Then everything happened and she got what she wanted." Max said and Norm gulped down the lump in his throat. "Since you're his caretaker I wanted to know what you thought about me carrying out (Y/n)'s wishes."
"You have my permission. It's what she wanted and it'll make it easier for him." Norm sniffs once and squats to leave the building closing the door behind him.
Meanwhile
Spider sprinted behind Lo'ak and Kiri watching as they raced toward the lab. Kiri was going to visit her mom, and Spider and Lo'ak were going to support her. The moment they were indoors the two Na'vi put on masks and Spider took off his. Kiri went to say hello to her mother while Lo'ak finally took the time to look over all the pictures on the walls. There were hundreds scattered from desktops to the walls and he had never stopped to look at the before. Spider followed behind him finding his sudden curiosity odd. There were four prominent figures in the majority of them. They weren't always together but they were near eachother often. Jake, Grace, Norm, and you doing various things. In one you and Grace are sitting at her desk at Hell's Gate while she teaches you. You had only arrived a few weeks before the picture being taken. The next you held a bow in your hand an annoyed Jake running behind you. Neytiri in the background laughing at the two of your stupidity. The next Grace was hugging Jake's shoulders with a kind smile on her face and Jake smiling as well.
"It is always so weird to see my father not as a Na'vi man." Lo'ak finally confesses and Spider huffs a laugh.
"Oh my gosh. Look at Norm in this one." Spider points to one hanging higher up on the wall. Lo'ak shifts his gaze to it and frowns when he sees it.
"Bro... He looked so happy." Lo'ak says and Spider is confused why until the picture is lowered for him to look at. Norm was with his back against the wall on the bottom bunk of a mobile unit. In his lap, you slept with your arms wrapped around his torso and your head rested on his chest. Norm had his head laid on top of yours and he had a content smile on his face and looked like he might fall asleep himself.
"Yeah, he did look happy there." Spider says sadly but his eyes remained glued to you.
"I think you'd like this one Spider." Kiri had joined them and she took the picture off the side of the fridge and handed it to him. You were in the medical wing holding a small baby boy in your arms. Your dad was holding you as you continued to stare at the boy you held, and your dad couldn't stop staring at both of you. His children.
"Max told me that was the day you were born." Kiri tells him and Spider inhales sharply to hide the stutter of his breathing.
"Hey Spider I want to make sure you don't have any developing allergies. I'm going to draw some blood if that's alright with you?" Max asks him and Spider nods and follows him to a sterile area. Max draws some of his blood and actually tests some of it for any health anomalies.
"How am I looking Max?" Spider asks him and Max smiles warmly at Spider.
"Perfectly healthy." Max says and Spider fist-bumps the air.
"Hey Max. You spent the most time with them. What were they like?" Spider asks and Max nearly drops the vile of blood in his hands. He carefully sets it down and turns to Spider.
"Both Quaritch and (Y/n) were so stubborn and headstrong. At first I thought they were opposites, but I was so wrong. Closer to the war Quaritch showed exactly where (Y/n) got all of her personality traits. Honorable, protective, caring, and selfless. You remind me of them alot." Max tells Spider who tucks his legs closer to his chest.
"I wish I could remember them." Spider said and Max clasped Spider's shoulder.
"They would've been proud of you." Max says and Spider sighs.
"Were either of them funny?" Spider asks and Max starts to answer but moves over to his monitor instead.
"Maybe some of their video logs can answer that better than I can." Max says and moves out of the way for Spider to watch the screen. You were sitting infront of the camera talking about observations you were making on a plant. The sound of fast-approaching wheels catches Spider's attention and Jake comes into view of the camera.
"What the fuck is that?" Jake asks and you look up from the microscope and roll your eyes.
"Panopyra or as the Na'vi call them tawtsngal, which means Sky Cup. They use the liquid in them for a nutritious and healing drink." You tell Jake who looks in the microscope.
"I still have no idea about plant life here." Jake says and you smack the side of his head lightly.
"Skxawng. Don't hurt your head trying to learn." You laugh and Jake turns to you displeased.
"You and Neytiri will cause more damage to my head than me learning." Jake says and you scoff. Jake retaliated by dragging you out of your chair and into his lap as he attacked your sides. You thrash in his hold for a bit until you're able to escape as Norm comes into the room. It surprises Spider how well Norm is able to stay standing when you jump up and attach yourself to Norms back.
"Protect me! Jake is finally taking his revenge for us forcing him to use that lump that's three feet above his ass!" You say dramatically and Norm shakes his head chuckling.
"Children. I live with children." Norm says and you look between Jake and Norm. You then smack the side of his face and jump off of him and take off to hide from them.
"A menace, Norm. You're dating a menace." Jake says and Norm takes notice of the camera that's still on and turns it off. Spider laughed for a good chunk of the time that the video was playing.
Nearly two years later the clan had to relocate after Hometree was destroyed again, and a new war had begun.
A Year Later
"She's waking up now." A voice said but you didn't recognize who it belonged to.
"Can you hear me, Corporal?" Someone else asks. You sit up and shoo them away from you.
"Where's my dad?" You ask them and they motion for someone off to the side to come forward. Instead of your dad a Na'vi man comes toward you and since you don't recognize him you panic.
"Baby girl. Deep breaths it's me. They thought it would be a good idea for you to wake up to them since you spent some time as a POW with the Na'vi." Your Dad says and he casts a sideways glance at the scientists and you catch onto what he saying.
"Yeah. Yeah, I get it, but I need my dad." You said as you wrapped your arms around your dad and he returns the hug. He cradles the back of your head as he plants a kiss on the crown of your head.
"Let's get you dressed." He says and hands you a stack of clothing. You put on most of the clothing but opt to throw your shoes to the side. You follow your father to a locker room where everyone else was waiting.
"Ah. Our guide has finally arrived!" Simmens exclaimed when you walked into the room.
"Simmens. Always a pleasure." You say and he walks right up next to you and wraps an arm over your shoulders.
"We were so worried when you were kept as a POW (prisoner of war). I was relieved we had you do your soul drive two weeks early. We'll need someone with expertise in Pandoran flora and fauna." Simmens says and you sigh.
"I'm not an expert. I never even got to graduate college." You tell him and he shook his head.
"Nonsense. You know plenty that we don't know. Ain't that right everyone?" Simmens asks everyone in the room and most nod and hum in agreement. You slip out of Simmens grasp and sit behind Lyle and Mansk. You plopped your flat hand onto Lyle's head with an audible 'plep' and you giggled.
"Damn Wainfleet. Still couldn't get hair even when in a Na'vi body." You joke and he shakes his head. He turns and playfully hisses at you and you return the favor. His eyes go wide as he stares at your mouth and you get confused.
"Uh, Colonel. You two share a gene." Lyle says and you become even more confused. Your dad turns around to look at the two of you. "Open your mouth, (Y/nn)." Lyle says and you open your mouth and your dad smiles wide.
"Would you look at that. She's got my smile." Your Dad says and you notice his three canines. You run your tongue over your canines and give a toothy smile.
"Extra intimidation factor." You say and your dad chuckles as he throws his arm around your shoulders and you lean into his side.
Later on, as you were all getting ready to depart to go down to Pandora, you, Lyle, and Mansk were joking around with each other.
"Simmens has won the universe's most stubborn asshole." Mansk says quietly.
"Yeah. Still has a giant boner for you even after dying and coming back to life." Lyle says and you you laugh with your mouth closed.
"You guys are mean but not wrong. I think he's a huge creep. I mean he met me when I was a literal 16-year-old." You tell them and Lyle cringes.
"What about lover boy (Y/n)?" Lyle asks you and you look away from them.
"I want to find them again. I love Norm so much and he's still out there... I can feel it." You say and Mansk pats Lyle on the back. "Sorry Lyle but you're like a cool older brother."
"Ain't gotta apologize. You love who you love." He says and you frown. "I mean it. I'd rather keep you as a friend if I can't have you as my girl." He smiles and nudges your chin with his knuckles. You boarded the shuttle between Lyle and your dad and huffed in annoyance at having to wear a mask inside. You tuck your braids behind your ear and lean your head on your dad's arm. When the shuttle lands and you start to walk down the ramp your dad turns to your group.
"Masks off!" He calls out and you nearly tear it off of your face. You scowl when your bare feet touch the pavement and start wishing to grant death to the people who did all of this. Killed off the natural life just to place cold dead material in its place. You prance along behind your dad and Lyle as they lead the group into Bridgehead City. Big ugly concrete buildings that you would have been elated to never see again when you came out here. Your dad and Simmens get called over by some horrid-looking woman for a chat. Your dad motions to Lyle for him to stay near you and he does so along with Ja and Mansk. The group was led to an area that was made for the recoms and everyone ended up sitting around and waiting. Until your dad and Simmens came in and briefed everyone on our mission. Lyle had his arm slung over your shoulders to ground you and remind you to keep calm until later. It was an unspoken thing between everyone in your dad's squad. Everyone could remember everything up until their death. Everyone was led to an armory to grab guns and ammo and anything else they might need. When you got there you found the only weapon that interested you, which was a compact bow and its arrows and a few knives just in case.
After everyone was armed you went back outside heading straight for a couple of ships. You boarded a ship with your dad's squad and thanked Eywa you didn't have to be near Simmens. The moment the ships landed one of Simmens men tried to touch a bright pink flower. You smacked his hand away and glared at him.
"Don't touch that or you'll be so horny for the next 48 hours that you'll have to be isolated." You tell him and he backs away from the plant. You quickly and quietly scale a large fallen tree as everyone else travels on the ground. Their large boots leaving tracks through the mossy and grassy ground. You continue to scout from above making as little sound as possible while you all made your way through the old battlefield. You spot the familiar shack up ahead and press your neck com.
"Damaged mobile unit up ahead." You tell them and your dad moves some of the foliage aside.
"We see it. Stay up high and hidden. We'll need someone to give us an advantage if we get ambushed." Simmens says.
"This is a battlefield. To them, it would mostly be off-limits. Seen as a war grave in a way." You tell him and you see him wave his hand around to dismiss what you said. You scoff and move to a different tree while they all go to the shack. Mansk and Lyle continuously cast glances your way to see if you're signaling them. Their sunglasses were able to pick up on the red light of your laser pointer. You look out over the foliage and feel yourself smile. Even after all of the fighting and explosions life would regrow. You hear muffled speaking and look under the tree you're in and see a group of kids. They were all watching your group hidden behind some plants. You signal Mansk since he was looking in your direction and he nudges Lyle.
Your group starts a pincer maneuver while the kids start to leave. You follow the from above and when Mansk jumps out and grabs the youngest Lyle takes hold of the girl. Both the Na'vi and human boys had their bows drawn and aimed at your dad's squad. Your dad joins the group and shows them a picture of Jake and you shake your head. The Na'vi are honorable and would never sell out Toruk Makto. You decide to put in your two cents and jump down from the tree you're in. Your feet hit the ground silently and you approach the group.
"Calm down everyone. They're just kids." You say and your dad looks at you. "Colonel... They're just kids." You tell him and he nods once and puts away the picture. You stop infront of the only Na'vi boy and take in his features. Some of his features seemed... familiar.
"You're supposed to be dead." The human boy says quickly and you turn to him only to find he's looking at your dad.
"Yeah? What's it to you?" Your Dad asks him and your eyes widen at the familiar golden brown eyes. "What's your name?"
"Spider... Soccorro." He says and your hand involuntarily flies to your mouth. The Na'vi boy had been studying you the entire time. Trying to place where he had seen you before, I'd he even had. Then his eyes fly wide open and he turns to Spider with a shocked expression.
"Spider... It's your sister!" The boy says and Spider finally looks at you and his face pales and falls. You hear approaching footsteps and you look over your dad's group and they all nod for secrecy.
"Ah, you got us a catch huh?" You hear Simmens say and you cringe. Trying to work out a good plan to get everyone out of this alive and hopefully unscathed.
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Part 11
Pairing: Biker!Bucky x y/n
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Language, anti-religious sentiment throughout
Author's Note: Apologies, long delay on this one, got back from London a few days ago and oh my fuck I was exhausted. Kudos to anyone that lives there man I could not hack it at all.
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Your parents’ voices only faded into the distance once the two of you had turned the corner. You couldn’t help periodically glancing over your shoulder, convinced that you’d eventually catch sight of a sprinting, fiercely angry, middle-aged bitch wielding a modestly heeled shoe in one hand while her golden crucifix pendant slapped against her sunken chest. Your mother would make a damn good horror movie villain.
Bucky was quiet. You didn’t sense any anger from him, he wasn’t squeezing your hand particularly tight or stomping his boots against the ground any harder than usual, he just seemed deep in thought. Was this… progress?
He unlocked the street-level door and hoisted both of your suitcases up the stairs, disappearing into the darkness at the top before you’d even had a chance to cross the threshold. By the time you’d made it into the apartment, your clothes were littered all over the place and he was yanking a pair of your best underwear up over his jeans.
“The hell are you doing?”
“I like these.”
“Yeah? It’s a shame you’ve stretched them beyond all recognition, then.”
“I didn’t mean on you.”
You gave him an unimpressed frown and moved to snatch them off him, but he was a slippery little fucker when he wanted to be, making you chase him around the front room for a good ten minutes before you managed to get a decent grip on your property. They were pretty much unusable by this point, but it was a matter of principle.
You were pretty shocked at how good a mood he seemed to be in. You’d expected fireworks, maybe an hour-long tirade about how much of a fuckin’ asshole your dad was and how he should’a laid him out on his own lawn, but it almost seemed like he’d forgotten the whole ordeal. Maybe he didn’t see the old man as enough of a challenge for a full-on brawl? Or maybe he’d finally realised that it just wasn’t worth it? Whatever the reason was, you weren’t about to question it.
You debated properly unpacking all your clothes but eventually reasoned that you were moving soon, so there was really no point putting the extra strain on Bucky’s rickety old wardrobe that could barely manage the weight of his three t-shirts and two pairs of jeans. Instead, you spent the next couple of hours tangled up with him on the couch. It was so nice just being able to relax and decompress after such a shitty situation, usually you’d be arguing or cleaning his wounds. Hopefully this would be the new norm.
You were slowly drifting off, letting the stress of the day melt from your body, when Buck unceremoniously jolted you back to consciousness by jumping up and proclaiming his next great idea.
“Alright,” he started to pace, “there’s gotta be somewhere nice in this stinking town. I’m gonna take you out on a proper date.”
“A proper date?”
“Yeah, somewhere fancy. S’about time I treat you how you deserve to be treated.”
“You don’t have to do that, Buck. I’m happy with takeout on the couch.”
“I know you are, but you gotta let me spoil you sometimes.”
A warm, sleepy smile spread across your face. “Sounds good.”
“You’re damn right it does,” he reached out an arm, abruptly dragging you off the couch and towards the bedroom, “c’mon, let’s get you dressed.”
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You kept trying to guess your destination from the route Bucky was taking but you came up blank, the only time you’d ever been to this part of town was when you were fourteen and your dad brought you along to collect a life-sized, wooden virgin Mary statue that he’d bought from a seedy guy at church. The creepy fucking thing stood at the bottom of the garden for years before termites finally hollowed her out and made her crumble like Sodom and Gomorrah.
With every corner you turned your stomach tightened with a mixture of excitement and dread. You were looking forward to the evening, sure you were, but you were also struggling to forget that the last time he took you for a night out, he ended up leaving in a cop car. No way could you deal with that shit again.
He pulled you into his side as you were walking. “We’re nearly there.”
“Will you tell me where we’re going now?”
“Nope.”
“If this is another dive bar I swear to god-”
“You really think so little of me?” You shot him a side-eye. “Alright, fair enough.”
As you reached the last corner, he scuttled behind you and placed his hands over your eyes, carefully nudging your legs forward with his knees. You asked him if these theatrics were really necessary. He insisted they were. You were only blind for a couple of steps before the dramatic reveal and, to his credit, you did let slip an audible gasp.
It was a little Italian restaurant, tucked between some vague office buildings but lit up like a white-gold Christmas tree. A small canopy stretched over two wooden tables sitting on the cobbled sidewalk, both occupied by smiling couples nursing huge glasses of inky purple wine. As Bucky took you by the hand and led you to the door, you realised that the inside of the place was barely big enough to seat ten people, most of those seats being already occupied while two smartly dressed waiters rapidly buzzed between their customers, the bar and the kitchen door.
You spotted an empty table tucked in the corner, illuminated by candlelight. Bucky looked back and gave you a smile as one of the waiters led you over. He’d really nailed it, the place was beautiful.
As soon as Bucky’s butt hit the seat, a lengthy wine list was wrestled into his hand. You tried to smother a chuckle as he scanned his eyes over it and tried his best to look knowledgeable. He eventually gave you a wink and pointed to a random name about halfway down the list. Smart move, avoid coming across too cheap but also avoid risking a hundred dollars on some potentially nasty grape juice. You knew there was a reason you liked him.
The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a minute, taking in your surroundings. Maybe it was more than a minute, you weren’t too sure, you’d gotten a little lost in your thoughts.
“What’s up?” Bucky snapped you back to reality. “That’s your deep thinking face.”
“Oh, nothing, I was just-”
You were about to brush his question off with your usual, automatic response, the kind that pivoted the conversation away from your feelings, but the genuine sincerity in his face made you catch yourself. You had no reason to hide yourself from him.
“It’s strange, I guess, but I just keep forgetting that we’ve only properly known each other for a few weeks. It feels like we’ve lived a lifetime together.”
“That can’t be a bad thing though, right?” He reached a hand over the table and placed it over yours. “I wouldn’t complain about a lifetime with you.”
Your lips curled into a wide smile and you interlaced your fingers with his. “Me neither. I’d just really like the next lifetime to be a little less stressful.”
“I’ll do my best to behave.”
“I’d appreciate it.”
He smirked and leant back, nodding at the waiter as he placed the wine down on the table and half-filled both of your glasses. His eyes flicked back to yours and he chuckled deeply as he took a drink with his free hand, wincing slightly before swallowing, his expression telling you that he’d taken a fat loss on the wine list lottery. You braved a sip, it tasted like ass. The two of you fell into laughter together.
Your food arrived and you decided to finally address what was on your mind. You’d been meaning to bring up the events of the morning on the walk over, but you’d struggled to find the right moment or come up with wording that wasn’t unbelievably patronising. Well done for not punching my dad, by the way. Really proud of you kiddo. Maybe not.
“I also wanted to say,” you pulled your plate towards you and swallowed harshly, “what you did today, it really meant a lot.’
“What, wearing your underwear?” You gave him a playful scowl. “Sorry, go on.”
“I know sometimes you struggle to control this self-destructive streak, but you walked away from a fight today. I’ve never seen you do that before.”
His eyes dropped and his smile slowly faded. Shit, had you upset him? That was about as diplomatically as you could have worded it, maybe you should’ve just kept quiet. You were about to attempt a swift topic shift when he finally piped up.
“It hardly makes up for all the other times, though.”
“Maybe not, but what you do now matters a hell of a lot more than what you did in the past.”
He was staring at your hands, your words obviously not making a dent in the spiral he’d suddenly found himself in. “Y’know, before you came back, the stuff I did… it was some kind of miracle that I survived.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true. It was more than a self-destructive streak, I really just had nothing to live for.”
Jesus, that knocked you back. You felt like you’d been winded. The worst part was that he didn’t even look upset, he’d just fallen into this heart-breaking expression of sunken acceptance. You’d never seen him like this before.
You reached out and squeezed his hands hard. “Things are good now, and they’ll be good from now on. That’s what matters.”
He nodded, looking back up at you and forcing a smile. In that moment it became incredibly clear to you how important it was to get away from this town and start again. Granted, a simple change of scenery probably wouldn’t be enough to completely disconnect him from the guilt of his past, but it would at least make it all seem a little further away. You just knew that you were desperate to help him, and you were willing to try anything.
You gently tried to dig a little deeper into the subject but he swiftly pivoted once he realised how upset you were, his usual cheery demeanour reappearing as he tucked into his meal. It was almost impossible to get more information out of Bucky once he’d stonewalled.
The rest of the evening was lovely and calm. He flagged down the waiter and ordered two beers after the sewer water he’d ordered had all gone, and the two of you quickly discovered that the restaurant took their ‘bottomless breadsticks’ promise a little too seriously, all but force-feeding you by hand to get them gone.
You just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was hanging over you.
You knew you’d have to talk to him more about it soon, even if you didn’t particularly want to. It was his face as he said it. You never wanted to see that again.
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Part 12
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I also don’t know if anyone has done this but what about a Billy lives in the Upside Down with Barb and the rest of the flayed, building a small community where they try to piece things together and see if they can still go back home?
Imagine Billy waking up to see a redhead who he only vaguely remembered from the missing posters he’d seen scattered along Main Street. Imagine him being brought to their camp, seeing all of the flayed and breaking down at being the reason they’re there and all of them comforting him because they knew it wasn’t his fault. Being part of the hive mind made them aware of each other’s lives and stories, even that of Henry Creel’s so they knew how to get around and survive the Upside Down based on his knowledge.
Imagine Billy spending the next 8 months learning how to survive but at the same, having his first real chance to live ever since his mom left. With everyone there, he didn’t have any room to hide because they knew his innermost secrets and understood how he thought. Sure, some of them had problems with his homosexuality but the threat of becoming like Neil if they acted on it weighed heavily on their minds and forced them to reconsider, especially when Billy became one of their best hunters and their best cooks. He felt guilty about landing everyone there so he ended up endearing himself to everyone by always trying to help.
It turns out that all of the nightmarish camping/hunting trips that his dad had forced him to attend with the rest of his military buddies had made Billy into one of the few people there qualified to teach them their survival skills. Not everyone could hunt but some could scavenge, could sew, could cook, could figure out how to clean water and store it. Every single person in their camp developed their roles and the monsters of the Upside Down quickly realized that their camp was off limits from the amount of monsters turned into barbeque by a vindictive crew. Even Henry didn’t dare come near because they’d gotten a few sniper rifles ready in case they saw that son of a bitch who’d landed them all there.
Imagine Billy hearing from a few scouts that they see things that may be portals start appearing out of nowhere. Some of the braver ones dare to go through the one they found in the forest and when they realize that they’re back in the real world, cries of joy escape from everyone’s lips. They quickly dismantle their camp and make their way to the gate. The elderly and the youth are sent through first, with the able-bodied teens and adults staying to see everyone through. None of them have any idea that they were declared dead eight months ago and that the appearance of “ghosts” amids the series of murders was enough to cause mass hysteria.
After everyone is mostly out, Billy convinces Barbara and Heather who have become his rocks during their time in the Upside Down to come and patrol with him one last time before they left the hellhole, only to stumble upon Steve and the rest of the crew beating off the demobats. They rush to help, only to be beaten by Nancy, Robin and Eddie. They stare in shock at the people they used to know, not daring to get close enough for them to spot.
When Billy sees Steve interact with Eddie, he sees the sparks rising between them and it hurts because he loved Steve and he never got the chance to say it even if he did try to show it when they were still together. It hurt to see himself be replaced with what Heather called another version of himself and because both Barb and Heather knew about his secret relationship with Steve, all they tried do was comfort him and convince him that it was time to get back to the real world. However, Billy was stubborn and he wanted to know why the hell they were even here in the first place.
Billy saw them heading in the direction of the first gate the scouts saw, so he got Heather and Barbara to take a few shortcuts they’ve found with him so they could beat the group and still be safe. Part of Billy wanted to just go through the gate and leave while they still could because there was no guarantee they would be able to leave. The rest of their camp should have made it to the real world and part of Billy wanted to see it with his own two eyes, just to he could be sure. Another part of him though wanted to see what Steve’s reaction would be to finding out that he’d been here for 8 months, to see if he had even bothered to mourn the loss of him at all and that part won.
Weridly enough, Eddie was the one to spot them first. As soon as the others saw what he was pointing at, Nancy was running at full speed towards Barb, unsure if it was a figment of her imagination or if it was real. Robin followed closely behind, having mourned the loss of her band buddy once she found out what truly happened to her. Steve was stuck, reeling in shock at the sight of messy blond curls, the same ones he used to run his hand through only to marvel at their softness.
Billy watched as the girls had their tearful reunions before turning back at Eddie dragging a pale and shaking Steve to him. Billy had been friends with Eddie because good weed was hard to come by and they traded tapes to save money since they had similar music tastes so it wasn’t that odd that it was Eddie who’d embraced him first, asking how he survived Starcourt. Billy explains a little on how one moment he’d been dying and the next, he was waking up here with the rest of the flayed. After Billy and Eddie had gotten lost in conversation, Steve had finally dared to come close to him, to touch the scar in the center of his chest which marked where the Mindflayer had skewered him and he marveled at the fact that Billy was alive, pulling him close and shedding tears.
All of Billy’s anger faded in that moment and he reveled in being in Steve’s embrace after missing it for so long. Heather patiently waited for both groups to catch up but when she noticed a few bats start circling, she interrupted them both to get their asses moving. They make it to the other side with Nancy still being possessed and shown knowledge but Billy feels a bit of Henry’s anger at having the flayed escape, leaving a promise to get them back.
Max can’t believe her eyes when she sees her brother in the flesh. She doesn’t know how to react when she first sees him and hears him call her shitbird after thinking that she’d never get to hear his voice anymore. She practically tackled him into a hug, tears falling from both of their eyes at finally being reunited when they’d both had no hope of it ever happening.
During their planning, Billy gets a few of the more able-bodied flayed to join them so they had more fire power on their hands. When he finds out about Max’s plan to sacrifice herself and that she’d been a target, he’s pissed at himself for getting her in that situation. He wants to protect her and keep her safe from harm so he can at least try to fix their relationship but that won’t happen if either of them was dead.
Max convinces her that she can handle it and to soothe Billy’s conscience and overprotectiveness, Heather volunteers her and Robin to help Max out. Heather had found out about what happened to her best friend, Chrissy and if she got the chance to see Jason Carver, she needed someone to hold her back from killing that bastard. Both Barb and Billy would be joining the rest of the crew with the flayed in dealing with Henry Creel once and for all.
With adults who were trained to handle firearms and explosives, they were able to distract Henry enough that El was able to take care of him. With Eddie running the sacrifice play and Billy giving up his chance for direct revenge to save Eddie, no one else was killed except Henry and on else was severely injured minus Jason Carver who met the fury of Heather’s softball bat.
Bily grudgingly learned to appreciate Eddie and he understood exactly why Steve was attracted to him when he didn’t hesitate to put himself in danger to give them a fighting chance. Eddie’s old crush on Billy resurfaced after he’d watched the blond use a flaming bat and a makeshift shield of a car door to keep them safe. Steve never stopped loving Billy and had formed a crush on Eddie ever since he got to know the raven haired man for real.
With the owner of the newspaper, 30 other witnesses who had the exact same story and a not-so-dead police chief that came from being a political prisoner, it was exceedingly difficult to hide what the people had been through but the government refused to admit their faults, instead preferring to throw money at it with the promise of smoothing things over to bring people back to life and to set them up to never have to work again.
All of the flayed chose to stay in Hawkins, to get their stuff back as much as they could and to pretend the entire year where everyone though they were dead and the simultaneous fight to get what they deserved never happened. Everyone in Hawkins knew what had happened because word of mouth spread quickly in a small town like that but everyone was willing to overlook the past to focus on the fact that their friends and families were alive. They mourned the three additional victims that Henry had killed in his quest for power and it made parents more aware of how they needed to raise their children properly.
The flayed still had a special bond since they knew most of everything about everyone. They were protective over each other because there was a time that they only had each other to rely on. This meant that both Steve and Eddie had to endure a shit ton of shovel talks before they got to date Billy, the same went to Robin and Heather and Barb and Nancy.
The kids were given the chance to get through the rest of high school somewhat normally and Billy was able to fix his relationship with his sister and his step-mother once they’d explained everything. Hawkins slowly went back to normal, eventually turning Henry Creel into a bogeyman the same way that Freddie Krueger was. At the heart of it was a camp of 30 people who’d fought to survive and treasured their chances to live again.
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What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 18
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17
Well, I don't really like this one but I want to get something out today! Only two more parts, it's bittersweet in a way. I did not think that the first fic I ever wrote would have so many parts or be over 70 pages on a google doc.
I'm already working on a few new fics though I don't know if I'll end up posting them. One is a Steve superpower fic and the other is an angsty one with Steve and Eddie leaving together. Would anyone be interested in reading those?
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Steve was feeling good. While he had initially been nervous to see his family again after being ignored and leaving town, he recognized that he may have judged the situation too harshly. The entire Party, besides Erica who was still at summer camp, was sitting at one of the picnic tables set up in the Byers’ backyard. They were all laughing and catching up until Hopper cleared his throat and brought up the dreaded topic.
“So, I know we’re all having a good time here but I think we should talk about what happened,” he said, immediately bringing everyone’s attention to Steve.
Steve chuckled nervously, “Um, I don’t think we do. Everything’s fine, we’ve all moved on.”
Steve didn’t need anyone else pointing out his flaws. He’s already been made aware that he misunderstood the situation and acted too hastily, he really didn’t want to talk about it again. And if there was one thing he hated above all else, it was seeing people become sad when they were supposed to be happy. He saw the kid’s smiles starting to fade at Hopper’s words and he desperately wanted to keep them there. “Besides, I’m back right now! Let’s focus on that. Where’s the ice cream?”
Hopper glared harder at his pseudo-son and gruffly muttered, “we are talking about it. You left without telling anyone, had us looking for you for months thinking we might find a body, and then you show up acting like nothing happened!”
He turned his angered gaze to Eddie sitting next to Steve, “And don’t think you’re off the hook either, Munson. You were talking to him for weeks without telling any of us. Then you disappeared too. I had to deal with Wheeler trying to push me into charging Steve with kidnapping.”
At that, both Steve and Eddie nearly gave themselves whiplash turning to look at Mike. “What the hell, bro?” Eddie was surprised and somewhat touched at his concern.
Meanwhile, Steve felt the opposite. He was offended, he’d known this kid for years and he still hated him despite everything he’d done. The fucker was permanently on his shit list now. “What the fuck, Wheeler? You little shit!”
Hopper cleared his throat once again to drag their offended expressions away from the scowling teen. “Language! You both should know better than to disappear without telling anyone, especially with what we all have gone through. So what happened?”
Steve looked at Eddie. Eddie looked at Steve. Everyone else looked at them looking at each other. Steve sighed and tried to explain in a way that wouldn’t expose his vulnerability. “I didn’t think anyone would care if I left. My dad kicked me out and I didn’t have anywhere else to go. None of you had talked to me in weeks at that point so I just started driving. I ended up in Chicago and now I really like it there.”
Everyone around the table looked slightly horrified. They had all played a part in his departure, they knew. But they didn’t consider how distant and unreachable they had made themselves.
“Kid, why didn’t you come here? Joyce and I told you that you could stay here whenever you needed to. Why didn’t you come to us?” Hopper asked, his gruff voice strained and congested.
Steve just shook his head, his fingers twisting Eddie’s in search of comfort. “I didn’t want to bother you guys. You already have three kids, I didn’t want you to have to take me in because of pity.”
“So instead you went off on your own like a dumbass?” Max said.
He glanced at her, “I’ve been alone my entire life so yeah, it wasn’t that bad. I found a job and an apartment. I’m happy now.”
“Why didn’t you reach out to anyone, Steve? We were really worried about you,” Joyce added.
“Everyone seemed to be going about their normal lives when I called. I didn’t think you guys really noticed that I was gone and I didn’t want to bother you. I really don’t want to talk about it,” Steve said, frowning and making moves to make himself appear smaller.
Eddie, sensing his boyfriend’s inner turmoil, placed a comforting hand on his knee, an action hidden from view of the others at the table. Steve shot him a manically desperate but appreciative close-lipped smile. His eyes begged Eddie to do something to draw the attention away from him.
And Eddie would always do what he could to help his boyfriend. Without hesitation, he blurted, “Steve and I are dating!”
With that, Steve’s self-inflicted disappearance was forgotten. The reactions ranging throughout the group were extreme. Hopper had the most dramatic spit take of his life and spit his iced tea all over El and Mike that sat opposite him at the table. El looked confused at the situation before leveling her father with a glare for drenching her new shirt in iced tea and spit. Mike was glowering at Steve looking absolutely disgusted. Will and Joyce had small, surprised smiles on their faces. Nancy and Johnathan’s jaws dropped in surprise, staring at the two in the utmost shock. Lucas and Dustin similarly looked shocked like they had expected anything else. Max was blankly looking at them like she already knew. Robin was looking at Steve nervously, anxiously awaiting his reaction. And Steve? He was looking at Eddie in horrified shock. So that wasn’t the distraction that he was gunning for then.
Mike, unsurprisingly, collected his wits most quickly. “Are you fucking kidding me?! First my sister and now my Dungeon Master? Do you have no fucking shame, Steve?”
His indignation brought Steve out of his shock quickly, defensiveness overtaking his initial horror. “Okay, watch your fucking mouth, Wheeler. This has literally nothing to do with you. Nothing! I don’t know why you’re always so invested in my love life but it’s weird, dude. Stop.”
Mike sputtered and seemingly could not find anything justifiable to say in response. Robin jumped in then, face still aflame in a heavy blush. She said, “Well I support you and I am happy that you are happy! Right, guys?”
She turned to the others that were still recovering from their shock. They all nodded except for Hopper. His blank expression made Steve anxious, even more so when he got up from his seat and moved towards him.
“Hop, I just… I’m sorry… I just-”
He was silenced when Hopper pulled him into a bear hug. “I’ll always support you kid, even when you’re interested in the likes of Munson here. I might not understand it but I accept it.”
Steve hugged him back with tears in eyes, “Thanks, Hop.”
They both pulled away after another moment and Hopper went back to his seat next to Joyce. The whole table was up in arms debating on whether they had seen this coming (Max, Lucas, and Will said they had; Dustin, Mike, and El definitely did not). Steve just smiled at the chaos that was his family and pulled a blushing Eddie up by the shirt collar before tugging him close. Steve looked into Eddie’s eyes and whispered against his lips, “you’re such a dipshit.”
Eddie smiles and runs his tongue along his lower lip, “yeah, but I’m your dipshit.”
Steve barked a laugh in response before giving him the grossest, messiest kiss he could manage. Even with the disgusted outcries from the Party and the berries being thrown at them courtesy of Robin, kissing Eddie and being surrounded by family had Steve feeling happy and complete.
Part 19 Part 20: Epilogue
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Speak Now *sequel to The Kids Will Be Alright*
Chapter 8
Single dad!Bucky, Single mom!Reader, Clark Kent x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU
Summary: Bucky and Y/n are dealing with the aftermath of Y/n’s engagement to Clark. Everyone has mixed feelings about the engagement, seeing as it is too quick, but they’re all just trying to be supportive of her and Clark, that is everyone except Natasha. Natasha and Y/n are still not talking. Sam and Natasha are also having marriage issues, Sam not agreeing with the way Natasha handled everything, while Natasha wishes he’d just be on her side. Bucky is trying his hardest to push down his feelings for Y/n, but as time continues on he can’t help but feel sadness as he sees Clark and Y/n plan their wedding. He continues to suffer in silence, while Steve watches his best friend slowly deteriorate. Y/n is out of her mind stressed, debating whether to call this whole thing off, or just elope.
Warnings: none
Word count: 2991
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“Natasha, did you want me to call dinner in?” Sam calls out to her, walking into their living room where Natasha was sitting on the couch. She was on her laptop going over her schedule for the work week ahead of her.
“Yeah, I’m down for whatever you want to eat,” she tells him, as he walks in to sit next to her.
“I’m going to order from that Indian place we like,” he sits down next to her, pulling out his phone to place the order.
“What the hell,” Natasha says, looking down at an email.
“Okay, then I won’t order Indian.”
“No, Indian is good,” she says, “I just got an email from Diana Prince.”
“Really?” He says looking over at her laptop, “Why?”
“What the hell,” she pauses, reading over the email.
“What?” Sam says, leaning over to try and read the email.
“She’s asking if I’m representing Bucky in a custody battle with [Y/N],” she tells him.
“What the hell?”
“I know,” she says confused, “Did you know he was going for full custody?”
“No,” Sam shakes his head, “I’m more confused as to why Diana Prince would be contacting you about this and not Loki or Pepper, or someone else in the family law department.”
“Babe, I’m just as confused as you are,” she says, “She mentions how my name was brought up when meeting with [Y/N]. What would [Y/N] even tell her? I’m not a family law attorney. She knows that. Why would I, a criminal defense lawyer, take on a child custody case?”
“I mean if she says [Y/N] mentioned you, you kinda have to assume why, right,” Sam says.
“Why would she even bring up what's going on between us in a meeting with her lawyer? How does that make me involved in this custody case?” Natasha says, completely dumbfounded why [Y/N] would tell Diana Prince she had any involvement in this, “Diana Prince is the last person I would ever want to know what’s going on in my fucking personal life. Especially one that now involves her new client.”
“Very bold of her to get Diana Prince on the case,” Sam says, knowing Natasha’s history with Diana.
“She clearly doesn’t want to lose custody.”
“Yeah, but that’s the part that doesn’t make sense,” Sam says, “Why would Bucky even threaten to take Daisy away? I get things between them haven’t been as great as it was pre-engagement but I just don’t see him going straight to that option. It’s very unlike him.”
“Very unlike him,” she agrees, still lost in thought over the entire situation, “That’s the last thing he would do. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt Daisy.”
“Do I just ignore it?” Natasha turns towards Sam, “Do I respond back? Do I call Bucky?”
“This is clearly a private matter between Bucky and [Y/N]. And he clearly didn’t want us to know. But,” he pauses.
“But what?” Natasha pushes.
“Thinking as a lawyer. You don’t really want to let Diana know that. Right? That you don’t know what’s going on. Because for all we know Bucky could be doing just that, and seeing as we are way too close to the situation. We ethically shouldn’t be involved as his attorney.”
“So should I call him?”
“There is one other person that comes to mind that he might’ve asked. The only person in our group who’s an actual family law attorney.”
“Do you really think Loki would do that? Plus he’s on paternity leave,” Natasha says.
“He might. If Bucky asked.”
“So do I call Loki?”
“No. Because if he didn’t then we would just be gossiping about something that you and I are clearly not supposed to know,” Sam says.
“So do I call Bucky?” She asks again.
“That’s probably the best option.” He shrugs, still unsure about this whole situation.
“Okay,” she sighs, and picks up her phone.
“Hey Nat, what’s up?” Bucky answered the phone.
“So I’m just going to be straight up with you,” she says.
“Okay, about what?” He asked, taken back by her greeting.
“So I got an email from Diana Prince, regarding a custody battle between you and [Y/N],” she tells him, “she was basically asking me if I was representing you in this custody battle.”
“Please tell me this is some sick joke,” Bucky deadpans.
“It would be a very sick joke,” Natasha tells him.
“I can’t believe she’s really doing this,” Bucky sighs. Natasha can hear the exhaustion laced in his voice, “If she only listened to me for five fucking minutes she would see that this has been completely thrown out of proportion.”
“So you’re not filing for full custody?”
“No, fuck no,” he says, “I just wanted us to meet up with a lawyer to have our agreement made legal. So we can’t fuck each other over.”
“So you don’t have a lawyer?”
“I do,” he tells her, “but not in the way she thinks I do. I asked Loki to help me draft up our agreement. Nothing would really change aside from the fact that we both need to communicate better with each other. And that she can’t do anything shady regarding Daisy. Like for instance she can’t just move Daisy away from me. That we both need to be in agreement when it comes to Daisy.”
“Honestly I just needed a legal way to protect myself as Daisy’s father,” Bucky stresses.
“Yeah well it looks like it’s going to be way more than just that,” Natasha sighs, feeling sorry for Bucky and the situation he’s currently in.
“I’m not trying to take Daisy away,” he says, “I would never do that. That would just do more harm towards Daisy. And I would never in a million years put that stress on her. She doesn’t need to be dragged into this shit show of a mess, purely because her parents have a hard time communicating.”
“That’s why I was so confused why Diana Prince would even email me regarding this,” she tells him.
“I can’t even imagine what she’s telling Diana about this whole situation,” he sighs in defeat, feeling a headache coming on, “the last person I would ever want to know what’s going on in my life.”
“That’s what I said,” Natasha says.
“Just don’t email her back,” Bucky tells her, “I’ll talk to Loki about it, and have him send her an email explaining the situation on Monday, after I talk to [Y/N] tomorrow when she drops Daisy off.”
“Okay, if you need any help don’t hesitate to ask,” Natasha tells him before they hang up.
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Bucky spends the early evening scurrying around his little townhouse, getting things ready for when Daisy gets dropped off. He already had dinner ready for her on the stove.
The knock on his door takes him by surprise for a split second. He quickly goes over to open the door, expecting to see [Y/N] and Daisy. He definitely wasn’t expecting Clark to be with them also. He can’t help but to let out a light scoff.
Guess this is how it’s going to be now, he thought.
“Daddy!” Daisy exclaimed, throwing her arms around his legs.
“Hi honey,” he smiles, hugging her.
She lets go of his legs and runs off to go put her backpack in her room.
“Can we talk?” Bucky asks [Y/N], “just five minutes.”
“I don’t think that’s best,” Clark says.
“No offense but I was talking to [Y/N],” Bucky says, annoyed not bothering to look at Clark, “Please [Y/N]. It doesn’t have to go down this route. Please just let me explain everything and you’ll see this was all just a misunderstanding.”
“What route are you talking about?” She asks.
“I’m not an idiot, [Y/N]. I know you’ve got Diana Prince representing you. In whatever you think this might be.”
‘You’re the one that set that in motion the moment you told me you got an attorney to discuss our custody agreement,” she tells him, “you did that Bucky.”
“I didn’t even do anything,” he tries to keep his voice down, so Daisy can’t hear them.
“But you threatened me that you would.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” Daisy yells, as she comes skipping into the room. All the adults go silent.
“Okay, Dais,” he smiles, “go wash up and dinner is all done in the kitchen.”
“Can we watch Frozen while we eat?” She asks, eyes lighting up.
“Of course,” he smiles at her as she runs off with a squeal.
He turns back to the door, “Please [Y/N], don’t do anything yet. Please. Just give me a moment to explain everything.”
“I’m sorry Bucky,” she shakes her head, “it’s already done.”
Bucky just stands there in shock.
“We should go,” Clark says, ushering her away from his front door, he turns back towards Bucky, “from now on I think it’s best if we just go through our attorneys. We won’t be discussing this with you any further than needed.”
Bucky stood there watching them walk away. Fighting every inch of his body telling him to punch Clark in the face. He really wanted to. But the last thing he wanted was for Daisy to see any of that drama. Plus he knows that the couple would just use it against him.
“I’m ready Daddy,” Daisy says, coming back into the room.
“Sounds good,” he closes the door, and turns to look down at her, “let's eat.”
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After making sure Daisy is asleep for the night, Bucky calls Loki.
“Hey Buck,” Loki answers, “How did it go?”
“Bad,” he answers, “So bad, that I guess now we have to talk through our attorneys.”
“Really?” Loki asked surprised that this is all coming down to this.
“Apparently so,” he says, collapsing onto the couch, “Clark made sure I knew to no longer discuss this with them.”
“Who did [Y/N] get to represent her?” Loki asks.
“Diana Prince,” Bucky tells him.
“You’re kidding me?”
“Nope. Apparently [Y/N] told her she thought I got Natasha to represent me.”
“Why would she? That doesn’t even make sense.”
“None of this is making any sense anymore,” Bucky sighs.
“I’m just going to ask this one final time, are you sure you want to go through with this?” Loki asks him.
Bucky pauses for a moment. He knows he can end it all right at this moment. If he were to tell [Y/N] that he is dropping it all and just wants to keep things the way they were, she would. But he knows that it won’t change anything and things won’t be like how they were. They just simply can’t and now he has Clark to worry about.
In the end he’s doing all of this for Daisy, if he gives up it almost feels like he would be.
“Yes,” Bucky says so surely in his answer, “This is the only way now.”
“I’ll email Diana Prince, letting her know that I’m representing you, along with the agreement we have drafted up. I’ll also go ahead and set up a meeting for all of us to talk it through,” Loki explains how this is all going to go down, “have your secretary send your schedule to mine so I can pick the date that works best.”
“Okay, I will. Once again Loki, I’m very grateful that you’re doing this for me,” Bucky tells him.
“I’m sure that’ll change once you get my bill,” Loki jokes.
Bucky lets out a boisterous laugh. He hears a crying baby in the background.
“I’ve taken enough of your time. I’ll let you get back to the family.”
“Just one last thing,” Loki says before hanging up, “Be prepared for the good, the bad, and the ugly. Things are probably going to get worse before they get better. But don’t let it get the best of you. Child custody cases really know how to bring the worse out of a person. Just try not to let it affect you. You know you’re a good father. Everyone does, including [Y/N]. At the end of the day, this is all for Daisy.”
“Thanks Lok, I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”
“Goodnight Bucky,” Loki says.
“Goodnight,” Bucky hangs up the phone.
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“Do you have those samples for the Tanner’s kitchen remodel?” [Y/N] asks Valkyrie as she walks into her office.
“Yes, I do,” Val says, digging through the items on her desk, pulling out the samples needed, “they ended up changing the cabinet colors. Again.”
“Again?” [Y/N] sighs, “this is the third time. Are they serious about keeping this color? Because I’m headed to finalize everything with the contractor.”
“Might want to give them a call before you go.”
“Will do,” she sighs, grabbing the samples.
“Is everything okay?” Val asks, noticing [Y/N]’s stressed out look.
“Things have been a bit stressful at home,” [Y/N] says.
“What’s going on? Feel like I have no idea what’s been going on with you lately,” Val says.
“Yeah, we haven’t had a girl’s night out in awhile.”
“It’s been a couple of months,” Val says, festering to the chair in front of her desk for [Y/N] to sit.
[Y/N] takes a seat and sighs.
“So what’s wrong?” Val asks.
“Bucky and I are about to get into a custody battle.”
“Wait, what?” Val says surprised by that confession.
“Yup,” she sighs, “Bucky got a lawyer a couple of weeks ago.”
“Why? I thought things were good with your agreement?”
“So did I,” [Y/N] says, “until he mentioned wanting to have a meeting with his lawyer to discuss our agreement.”
“Why would he do that?”
“He thinks I’m going to just move and take Daisy with me without considering him.”
“Are you moving?” Val asks.
“No, I don’t plan on moving,” [Y/N] shakes her head, “at least not in the next five years. Also I wouldn’t take Daisy away from him. But he seems to think otherwise. And now things are escalating way too fast.”
“Was something just not working with your agreement?”
“He wouldn’t say. He just kept saying he has to protect himself,” [Y/N] says, “I have never once threatened to take Daisy from him. I’ve never tried to use her as a pawn. Things have always been good between us.
Things have never been this bad between us. Not in all our years of friendship.”
“I mean things were bound to change,” Val says, “especially with you getting married.”
“But me getting married doesn’t mean I’m going to take Daisy from him.”
“Yeah, but maybe he needs this as reassurance.”
“But why does it need to be this extreme?”
“He is a lawyer,” Val shrugs, “Maybe you two just need to sit down and talk it over.”
“I don’t think that’ll be a very good idea at this moment,” [Y/N] sighs, “we got into a bad argument. Clark thinks we should keep it short and anything regarding this should be discussed through our lawyers.”
Valkyrie is taken back by this information. She’s surprised Clark is having any say in this situation.
“Don’t you think that just talking through your lawyers is a bit extreme?” Val asks, hoping to maybe get [Y/N] to change her mind and just talk to Bucky.
“Maybe.”’
“Also don’t you think this should just be between you and Bucky?” Val says, “No offense to Clark, but do you think his involvement might be playing a part in all of Bucky’s frustration?”
“Maybe,” [Y/N] ponders over that thought, “Probably. Most likely.”
“Do you want Clark involved in all of this?” Val asks.
“He’s been very helpful with the whole situation,” [Y/N] says, “he set me up with his lawyer friend who will be representing me. He’s also going to be Daisy’s stepfather once we get married. So he’ll have some sort of say.”
“Yeah, that is true,” Val nods, “but you guys aren’t married right now. Do you think Bucky finds his involvement in all of this to be a bit…much?”
“I’m sure he would prefer Clark to stay out of it,” [Y/N] says, “I’m sure he sees it as Clark interfering on something that doesn’t involve him, and potentially making things worse.”
“Do you think Clark will make things worse?”
[Y/N] takes a moment to ponder the question. She knows Clark is just doing what he thinks is best for her, and he’s been so incredibly helpful and supportive through all of this. But even she knows Clark’s input will be more biased towards how he sees things and how it’ll affect them as a couple, future family.
She thinks back to being in the lawyer office and them discussing holidays. [Y/N] never wants to exclude Bucky in anything especially when it involves their daughter. So she never saw their holiday agreement as anything strange, it was their normal. She never saw it being an issue. That’s mostly because it was never an issue. She and Bucky grew up in New York, both their families are there, so it was always easy to include everyone in everything. With Clark not being from here, it does change things. She knew he wanted to say more on the holiday stuff, but chose against it. And she meant to bring it up to him, but she just doesn’t know how to go about it. Plus right now her only focus is Daisy and this thing with Bucky.
“[Y/N],” Valkyrie softly calls out, breaking [Y/N] from her thoughts.
“Sorry,” she whispers, “I think Clark just makes things more complicated.”
“In a good or bad way?”
“Both?” [Y/N] thinks out loud.
“I guess only time will tell where the scale will tip,” Valkyrie says, leaving [Y/N] to ponder more with her thoughts.
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There is something about Sydney feeling despondent when she revealed that Carmy cooked her favorite meal. Because there’s layers to this confession, it was almost as if she didn’t want to say. Admittedly, she was upset with him, however, the revelation felt a bit touchy for her. It was if this information was something she held close to her chest for a long time and didn’t want others to know. Like him cooking the best meal she ever had was something only for her to know. She can’t even look at Marcus when she says Carmy was the chef. It was almost as if she was revealing the secrets to her soul and to look at him would leave her vulnerable. Compared to Marcus who is jovial when she confirms what we all suspected.
Why is thus revelation strangely intimate? Not between Marcus and Sydney, but due to Sydney telling this guarded tidbit about her New York adventure.
I don’t think she has feelings for Carmy (yet), she’s just guarded and used to feeling misunderstood. And, in that moment, confused and feeling a mish mash of emotions.
She met her hero, now what?
It wasn’t as simple as meeting someone you admire letting you down because this wasn’t that or, at least, this was more than that. More than that as in they’ve developed a relationship and a system. She was his partner in a sense and right hand person. They shared a lot of the same beliefs about the culinary world and how they wanted to do some things differently. No job, no person, no cdc has ever given her that much freedom. Remember she said one chef had her zest for 8 months. Just zest. Where as Carmy listened to her and allowed her to make decisions, influence the menu, and run the kitchen.
The other part of that is no one else probably understood her passion for cooking. Like they supported her wanting to be a chef, but they don’t get it and wouldn’t have gotten her admiration for Carmy. They would’ve teased her and called it a crush. When, most likely, eating Carmy’s meal changed her life, it solidified the path she was on. She likely followed his career and kept up with his moves from that point on. Probably had plans to go to New York again and eat at his restaurant.
Because I don’t think it’s coincidence that she happened to find out that he was back and Chicago and hiring. And I’m not even sure the story about her dad was true. Lol. Sydney doesn’t seem to have any attachment to the Beef or the food. She didn’t push back on Carmy getting rid of the spaghetti—the most popular menu item. Or him changing the menu at all. And if her story was true, for the nostalgia alone she would’ve said something. Hell, I get mad at fast food places for taking off menu items I like. I’m still not over Taco Bell getting rid of their churros and that was like a decade ago. Even though McDonald’s brought it back, I was peeved when they got rid of the hi-c orange for like 3 years. Yet, Sydney doesn’t blink twice when Carmy changes the menu???
I think she lies about why she wanted to work there because she doesn’t want to seem pathetic, desperate, and stalkery. Yet, after getting to work with Carmy and closely at that, she finds a kindred spirit. Someone who gets it. Someone who gets her.
So she tells this personal thing to Marcus because she kinda has to. She brought it up and it would be weird to be so guarded about the chef. But she’s also hurt and probably feeling a sense of loss. Mourning what maybe the end of something that was shaping up to be great. She also was probably processing how difficult it is to completely rid yourself of that Brigade trauma and how it resulted in him lashing out at her. She felt betrayed! They were supposed to be better than that.
That scene just sticks out to me because of how personal and revealing it was for Sydney and why.
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Chapter 1: A Cursed Birthday
I woke up this morning thinking all was well, and it was just another ordinary day, for me, anyway. But no. I don't even get one birthday of peace. It's always something every year. I mean, last year, a bunch of rats ate the cake. The year before that, my hamster, Charle, the magnificent, committed suicide. And this year, my 15th birthday, I get sucked into a magical portal. Yay.
It was normal. Nothing happened the entire day, and to be honest, I was sceptic. But no. The one thing that couldn't have happened (due to its... well. Impossibleness) just had to happen. Thanks a lot, God. I swear I'm cursed or something.
It was around 8 pm by the time I finally let my guard down about my evil-birthday curse. I was walking my amazing dog, Ruby. She is this adorable black and white pitbull that puts any and all other dogs to shame. So naturally, I was showing her off... at 8pm, in winter. In my defence, I'm definitely not the smartest person I know. I mean, what lunatic would be out at 8 pm in winter, in the UK? Besides me, of course.
I was walking through the nearby park, like I usually do. But this time, something had caught my eye. The park was empty except for me and Ruby, but there was an object emitting some sort of light. The kind that if you were to look at it for more than a few seconds, then when you would finally look away, you would have little dots dancing around your vision. When I picked it up, which I kind of see was a bad idea, it was like holding fire. I dropped the glowing thing, and Ruby started to bark at it, the burning feeling still prickling my hand. Then, right where the object had dropped, some sort of vortex had started to open, sucking me in. The last thing I remembered after that was falling.
Thankfully, the forest that I fell into had some pretty tall trees that cushioned my fall (not really). I angelicaly landed (crashed) onto the ground.'Ow! Dang it, who put trees here?' I yelled because it really, really hurt. My body made this cracking sound, and my leg had bent in a super unnatural way. There was bone and a lot of blood. A lot. I blacked out (I don't really know why, though)
When I woke up, I was on a bed in a sort of cabin-like room. To my right there were 2 green sofas against the walls facing each other, with a little coffee table in the middle and a kitchen, in which I was in the middle of on a table, not a bed, which was probably why my back hurt like hell. There were two people in the kitchen, one baking some sort of bread and the other washing some dishes.
'Ow.' I winced as I tried sitting up. Pain shooted to my lower body. 'Oh! You're awake.' Both people had turned around and were now looking at me. 'Your leg was pretty badly hurt. How did you manage to do that?' The girl said, looking at me with disapproval. She had long, blonde hair that looked so straight she wouldn't have to brush it for days, and it would still have zero knots in. Her green eyes seemed to dance like a flame. She wore a lovely white dress dotted with purple flowers and all sorts of jewellery. Her ears pointed in a slightly unnatural way. 'What?' I questioned, still not entirely sure of what was happening.
'I found you out in the forest. You were unconscious and badly hurt, so I took you and brought you here. We had to do something about your leg, though. Sorry.' She said, which confused me until I looked down.
'AHH!' I screamed. 'Calm down, it's not that big of a deal.' The man, a strong, muscular dude with dark skin adorned with freckles that looked to be in about his forties. 'Not that big of a deal!? My leg is gone!' I yelled. 'Where did it go? I had my leg this morning.' 'Now you dont.' He replied with a proud looking smile.
'Now I- where is my leg!' I demanded. I mean, who just takes people's legs off without asking? 'I told you we should have asked, dad.' The girl said to the man. 'Exactly! Thank you!' I said. 'You guys can't just take my leg! 'Not my fault i dont know how to fix bones,' said the guy. I yelled, directing my words at the man. 'I'm Jericho, just call me Eric though, since you didn't even ask for my name before you chopped my leg off!' I said (cool name, I know). 'I'm Ariel, and this is my dad, Sebastian.' She said. 'Well, Ariel, lovely to meet you.' I said, shaking her hand.
'I can get you a new leg, Jericho; I have a bunch. No need to be a baby, now, is there?' He said with a massive grin on his face. Rude. Before I could say an awesome comeback, he started measuring my left leg (which was still there). After a while, he walked away to go get my new leg, letting me talk with Ariel. You could tell she was one of those really pretty girls who didn't try to be pretty. She helped me onto the couch because I tried to stand up, forgetting my recently chopped off body part.
'Soo... where is this because the last thing I remember is falling out of the sky.' I said, looking at her expectingly. 'This is Emaia. Also, what did you mean "falling out of the sky?"' She questioned, looking confused and tilting her head to the side. 'Well, I was just walking my dog, Ruby, and I kinda just fell, and there was this glowy thing and- My dog! Ruby!' I yelled, standing up from my position on the sofa, forgetting about my leg and immediately falling to the floor. 'Ow.'
I'd forgotten all about Ruby! Did she fall through with me? Is she safe? Is she hurt? Did some crazy wacko chop off one of her legs? A million things were going through my head, and I didn't even notice I had started hyperventilating until Ariel's dad, Sebastian, was he? had started to shake me lightly. I had managed to tuck myself into a weird looking ball against the couch because my right leg was, well, obviously not there. After a long, long time of uneven breaths and being told everything would be okay, I finally was able to slow my breathing. 'Sorry.' I said. I mean, I just wasted these nice (ish) people's time. 'It's alright, mate,' He said in the same soothing voice he had been using for the past 10ish minutes. This was incredibly inbarassing. Ariel had been trying to calm you down for a bit before I came back in here because I found you a leg that would match you hight. Your short.' He said, laughing to himself. I'm not that short, I'm 5'5! That's kind of tall.
He went and got me the leg, and after him showing me how to take it on and off, he let me look in a mirror. Well... I looked like I had just fallen out of the sky. My dark hair was more matted than usual with a few leaves sticking out, a few cuts that would easily heal on my head from falling through branches, my new leg which was made out of a amazing-looking black metal that looked super cool, and my clothes, including my favourite blue jumper, were covered in blood. While I was checking myself out, Ariel had explained what had happened before Seb had gotten there.
'Yeah, we are probably gonna have to find you some new clothes.' He said, patting me on the shoulder. "For now, you'll just have to borrow some of mine.' He said, Ariel going upstairs and grabbing me a pair of clothes that were 1000% too big. Man, he is bulky. The outfit looked like it came directly out of Pirates and the Carribian, but still, I looked at amazing as always.
The prosthetic was really weird getting used to, but after three days, I was good enough not to trip every five seconds. I didn't want to wait any longer because I didn't want Ruby to be out there any longer. In my time staying, it wasn't that hard to figure out that I was nowhere near home. These guys didn't even know what Sonic the Hedgehog was!
Me and Ariel left to go look in the forest around where she found me, and Seb had to stay because he runs a bakery! The man had a real sweet tooth, too (Who would've thought.) We left at 7, after having the best food I have ever eaten (except for the cake at my aunt Jessie's funeral. That was some good cake).
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Comic Book Break: The Venom Symbiote
Featured art by
Ron Lim: Covers for Marvel Tales #266-268
Mark Bagley: Carnage/Spidey/Venom Poster
Ron Frenz: Cover for Amazing Spider-Man #252
I grew up as a Spider-man fan in the 90’s, which means I (predictably) thought Venom was the coolest villain of all time. My Dad introduced me to Spidey’s ‘modern era’ shortly after Carnage first hit the scene, which means the Symbiote villains were a hot topic. As such, my first introduction to both Venom and Carnage would be in the pages of ‘The Amazing Spider-man’ #365, and boy did that issue leave an impression.
You see up to that point my fascination with the web head was moderately new, and I remained largely ignorant to the finer points of his lore. My Dad had just begun to re-discover comic books for the first time since his childhood, and this particular issue was a extra sized anniversary edition, replete with a holographic cover, character histories, and even a handful of bonus stories that were framed around various side characters who could reminisce about Spider-man’s classic tales. It was a handy way to bring new readers up to speed, and it worked well enough on my Dad (much to my approval) for him to continue collecting until the Clone Saga ruined everything. ASM #365 also featured this absolute BANGER of a poster by Mark Bagley. Check it out!
That image was seared into my brain, and two things became abundantly clear to me 1) Those villains were unequivocally, the greatest characters in modern literature, and 2) I needed to know why. Obviously I asked my Dad who those guys were, and he proceeded to explain the basic premise of the Symbiote suit and it’s history with Spider-man. Needless to say, I became obsessed with finding an issue, ANY ISSUE, that featured Venom and/or Carnage; I wanted to know everything about these guys. The only obstacle that stood between me and my goal was my age, as I was still quite young, and I think my folks were just the tiniest bit leery of exposing me to a characters who looked and behaved like, if we’re being honest, bloodthirsty hell demons (or brain thirsty, as the case may be).
As luck would have it, my dad found a pretty fair compromise in the pages of ‘Marvel Tales’. MT was a series that featured reprints of classic-or-topical spider-man comics from days of yore, often with new cover art by a current artist. Since the introduction of Carnage was turning heads towards the Spider-man books (also around the same time the comic book speculators boom was taking off) it was a prime opportunity for Marvel to reprint the issues of ASM that introduced the original symbiote creature (written by Roger Stern). So, my dad bought me several issues (pictured up top, and immediately below) to satiate my curiosity for another year before I finally got finally see Venom himself, and in the mean time I was simply delighted to be reading the origin story as I went.
Since those days, my interest in Venom has wavered dramatically depending on the project/medium/who’s writing him, and I’ve found much of what’s been produced fairly underwhelming; but my admiration of the design for Spider-man’s black costume has remained steadfast. If I’m being (perhaps heretically) honest, I almost prefer the black costume to the original. Something about it just feels so correct for the character, and clearly I’m not the only person who felt as much. Despite some initial push-back, the black costume had garnered enough support by the end of the 8-issue symbiote saga, for it to be brought back as just a ‘regular costume, but with the symbiote aesthetic.’ From that point on, it would feature regularly for several years before Venom officially inherited the look.
And just to be clear, no I wouldn’t ever truly want to replace Spider-man’s classic look, but you gotta admit, the black suit looks mighty slick.
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Take Your Mom
A STORY BY
MIKE
My name is Ryan and I was half way through my senior year at Texas A&M and I was home for the holiday, and it was Christmas day 2019. I’m 6 foot and 8 in and I’m at 200 pounds even. I’m an avid outdoorsman who loves to camp, fish and hunt, but I only shoot things with my camera. I shaved my head, well my everything really for swimming in high school, liked it and so everything is still hairless. I have a full Fu Manchu style mustache, gray eyes and while I’m not a troll I am for the most part just an average looking guy.
~
Mom has never been able to sleep much later than 5:30 on Christmas morning and this day was no different. I heard the bedroom door open and could hear her pad over the hardwood floor to me on bare feet. “Ryan,” She sat on the side of the bed putting her hand on my thigh, “Santa came, so get up.”
I rolled to my back looking at her in the dim light sitting with her left leg tucked under her as she was, I put my hand on her knee. “You know what I wonder? I wonder if Santa has any idea how beautiful Misses Clause is.”
She moved to get up and squeezed my thigh, “And thoughts like that, as sweet as they are, is why Santa only brought you a box of coal. Come on, put a wiggle in it.”
“Ok, ok let me pee and I’ll be right there.”
~
Dad as always was sitting in his recliner with his eyes closed and mom gave him the look that always scared me. “Pete either go back to bed or wake up.”
I picked up his coffee cup and took it into the kitchen, filling it again as I got myself a cup, “Mom, do you want some more coffee before we start?”
Sounding a little exasperated she said, “No baby, just get your butt in here.”
Now I know it’s supposed to be wrong and I know I’ll probably go to hell for doing it and I can’t seem to help myself because my mom is smokin hot. She is 5 feet 2 inches tall and curvy with a small B cup breast, slender waist and beautifully perfect legs.
And on this Christmas morning she was in a quarter sleeve cotton pajama top with little blue flowers all over it and matching boxer style bottoms. As I looked I wondered if she knew that they were just short enough to put a couple of inches of her lovely round butt cheeks on display. Or if she knew it was especially fun to watch when she bent over or was crawling around on her knees getting things from under the tree.
Having no control over it as I watched her having so much fun playing Santa I grew to be about half hard in my boxers. I’m pretty well hung making it fairly hard to hide and it was when she was giving me my 4th gift I saw her look at the bulge in those boxers and when her eyes met mine her cheeks went pink and I mouthed, “Sorry,”
She smiled, shaking her head just a little as she winked at me and went back to Santa time with nothing being said.
~
All through the rest of the winter and then early spring dad and I had planned a biking trip to Sandy Creek Park on Lake Travis. It's a primitive park with water only and the public toilets are out houses. The park is about 75 miles from our house with nice roads to ride our Recumbent tricycle style bicycles on and having made the ride before I knew with stops along the way it would take about 9 hours to get to the park.
I bought and made custom changes in a couple of small bicycle trailers so we could each pull the supplies it would take to spend a week roughing it while camping beside the lake.
Every weekend I would make the hour drive home from school on Friday and spend the whole weekend planning and putting around trying to make the trailers just right so that pulling it with a couple of 100 pounds on wouldn’t hardly make any difference in how we rode. I just wanted things to be perfect while getting everything all set to go.
For as long as I can remember most of the time mom ran around the house wearing a blouse with pantyhose as pants. Again I tried to not look at her in a lustful way, but most of the time all it did was stoke my fantasy. It was always about her legs, she simply drove me crazy, and after seeing me get half hard Christmas morning I was pretty sure she had a good idea what she was doing.
It seemed that dad was almost always gone and while I was working in the garage most of the time she would do whatever she had to do in the house and then come out and spend time sitting in an old directors fold chair with me. So with it being just me and her, we spent hours talking and as we talked more and more we became much more open and comfortable with each other.
~
When I graduated with a degree in Radiology there was of course a big party and I had got a job in a mid-sized hospital that I would start a couple of months after we got back from our camping trip.
We were going to leave for the lake at daylight on Sunday so with dad working like he always did I spent Saturday getting both trailers all loaded up and packed and repacked.
Mom and I were watching TV and it was about 9 pm on Saturday night when I got a text from him, “Ryan, son I’m sorry but I’m on an airplane heading to Jerusalem. The way things have blown up over there, well I just didn’t have a choice. I think your mom would go if you asked her.”
“Son of a bitch!”
Her head almost spun off her shoulders, “Language young man.”
“Sorry, sorry. Dad just canceled our trip. Well the part of him going on it anyway.”
And there was that scary look in her eyes. “Yes I just got a text as well. What did yours say?”
I read it to her and she smiled just a little, “Well he's right I would like to go with you if you’ll have me.” She was quiet for a while just staring at the TV, “You do of course know he took his PA Linda with him. It seems she always goes wherever he does.”
Tring to step away from the subject because I had kinda sorta caught them once so I knew for sure he was screwing her, I got up, “I would like to take off about daylight if you're up for it.”
“I’ll be ready.”
~
The next morning I was having a cup of coffee when Mom came into the kitchen, “I don’t know how you can drink that. If I have a cup we will have to stop every 10 minutes so I can pee, and wait…She turned to look at me, “What do you do if you have to pee out in the middle of nowhere?”
“Oh my, you have led such a sheltered life. I just go pee.”
“You mean like you go pee in your bike shorts?!”
Now I laughed, “Most of the time you're sweating out so much water having to pee isn’t a problem but yes when I have to go I just go, as do most of the people I ride with.” I wagged my eyebrows at her, “Men and women.”
She frowned, shaking her head, “Well I don’t know about all of that.”
Once we got her backpack full of whatever a woman puts in a backpack stuck in the trailer where dad would have gone holding out my hand I said, “I bought these voice activated radios that will kind of be like an intercom and as I put hers on for her she looked up at me. “Ryan honey, I promise to try and carry my own weight this week. You know I have done 50 miles a lot of times but I have never been as far as this.”
“You’ll do fine. All we have to do is pace ourselves so we run 9 or 10 miles an hour and as long as you're in the right gear it shouldn’t be a problem. Besides, we'll stop in every town along the way for a candy bar or a snack of some kind. I think we should be able to make George Town about lunch time so we can take a nice break and eat there. I don’t think it's much more than 20 miles from there to the campgrounds at the lake.”
There wasn't much conversation along the way. Even if you're not out of breath it takes a lot more air to try and talk and peddle at the same time. And with her in the lead so I could keep an eye on her she set a nice easy pace and every once in a while I’d ask, “Are you doing ok?” and she would throw her hand up in the air with her thumb sticking up.
We were just about halfway between Taylor Texas and GeorgeTown when she squealed, and “SSSShhiit!” came through my earphones and I saw water coming through the nylon webbing of her bike seat leaving a wet trail for about a block.
When it stopped I laughed into the microphone, “Feel better?” I chuckled when I heard a soft “Yes.” came back to me and in a not so motherly way her hand came up and she flipped me off as a soft chuckle came through my earphones.
~
Because the pace she had set was just over 11 miles an hour we were just on the outskirts of George Town a little before noon and as we were coming up to it she pointed to an In and Out burger, “I’m starving.”
We sat and ate on the outside patio, refilled all of our water bottles and stretched. She looked at me with the corners of her mouth turned up in about a half smile. “I have never in my life even dreamed I’d pee in such a public place and never in front of you. Ryan I am so far out of my comfort zone here the only thing I am sure of is that the sky is blue. I also think if things like that are going to happen on this trip you or mostly I might do better with you calling me KC.” She put her hand on my arm. “I don’t think, well for the first time in 20 years I think we have left your mom at home.”
I pulled her hand up and kissed her finger tips, “I love you and you have set a good pace so keep it up.” and we were off.
~
Because we had stopped here and there farting around having a snack or whatever I had been right, it had taken us just over 9 hours when we rolled into the state park..
There was a camp spot that I had used before that I was hoping was empty and it was. It sat right on the lake shore and was well shaded from a couple of old Texas Oaks. Sitting right on the lake as it was, the campsite had a great view for watching the boaters and was just beside a rocky point that had always in the past been a great fishing spot.
I pulled down into the campsite and KC rolled to a stop next to me and looked around. “Ryan, no wonder you like to come here, honey it’s beautiful.”
I had got off my trike and was pulling my lycra bike shirt off over my head. “It’s always cool here because of the breeze coming off of the lake and these trees.” I pointed, “There is a water faucet there by the picnic table,” and I pointed to some large rocks, “And you need to remember to watch where you're putting your feet when you walk around and be sure to look around before you bare your cute little bottom when you squat to go pee because there are snakes here. This is their house and I have never thought that they like sharing it with us very much.” As I pulled the cover off of the trailer I went on. “Honey it’s Texas and you can wear as much or as little as you like out here,” and again I pointed, “The out house is way the hell over there and it’s nasty. I have some plastic bags you can open and spread out on the ground and when you're done you can tie the top off and toss it into that trash can over there.” I smiled as I looked at her standing and looking around, “And you can pee anywhere there isn’t a snake and you're comfortable doing it.”
“Is there anything else I should know?”
“Yes. I love you very much and my heart is full that you're here with me.”
Her cheeks went pink, “Good because I love you too. Now what do I do first?”
~
It didn’t take long and as KC put out some things on the picnic table I set out our tent. It’s a self pop up style with plenty of room for 2 and if need be wide enough to put things in to keep dry if it rains. I had also brought a queen size air mattress that when done right rolled up into almost nothing and used my lungs as the air pump had it spread out in no time at all. “KC honey I think it’s going to be a little too warm to sleep in these sleeping bags. So what would you think if we open one up and sleep on top of it? I'm sure we can cover up with that huge Beach towel I brought?”
“I took out the summer sausage, cheese and some crackers if you're hungry, and using that towel as a sheet will be fine. Ryan I hadn’t thought much about modesty until just now. Honey I um…well I don’t like to sleep in much. Um, will that bother you?”
I chuckled, “I have seen a naked woman before, and while I have never seen one anywhere near as beautiful as you naked I’m sure I can handle it.” And that was also the 2nd time since we had started setting up camp I caught her looking at the lump in my bike shorts.
We ate our sausage and cheese and chased it down with filtered and purified lake water and while KC cleaned up our little mess I moved through the Masket and Cedar Trees looking for firewood.
I had lined the bottom of both trailers with 2x4 blocks but I knew they would only last one or maybe 2 nights. By the time I got everything back to our camp I had a nice pile of wood for an evening fire.
When I had everything set up KC looked at me, “I saw a bar of soap in a plastic bag.” She pushed her lips to the side and then bit her bottom lip. “I feel kind of like I may have pissed my pants today so would you come down to the water with me while I bathe?”
I smiled, “Sure, after our trip out here and then stomping around in the trees I would take one too. That’s if you don’t mind.”
“I’m ok with it.” She went to her backpack and pulled out the same shorts I had seen her wearing at Christmas and pointed to the water, “And I’m sure you know a flat spot to stand on while we are washing up?”
She had left her lycra bike riders onesie on as we had got our camp set up and now with her clean shorts in hand she was walking just in front of me, and I watched that beautiful ass jiggle all the way to the shore line. She was smiling as she pointed out over the water “Find me a flat spot my man.”
~
I stepped in front of her and held out my hand. “Take a step, big rock. Take a big step and there is another big rock. Take a step and it's a smaller rock. Now step forward and you're on the rock bottom and it's the edge of a shelf that drops off to pretty deep water just about 25 feet farther out.”
We were standing in water that was just a little below waist deep and showing no shyness she slipped the shoulder straps of her onesie off over her shoulder. She watched my eyes as breasts her came into view and of course I looked, KC chuckled, “You know if someone had told me a week ago I would be standing waist deep in a lake and would not be only stripping naked in front of a man, or that I would kind of like him looking at me I would have told them they were full of crap.” She rinsed her onesie out and took a couple of steps back to the rocks back to lay it out.
When she turned to come back I had taken my shorts off, “Here catch and lay mine out to please.”
After the first shyness left I took the mesh bag with the soap in it. “Here hold the bag while I do your back.” I didn’t try to make it anything other than what it was, me washing her back and when I was done I took the soap bag and she washed me. Soon enough feeling refreshed I again held her hand as still naked we went back over the rocks.
With no one parked close around us we didn’t bother to dress when we got back to our camp. It was just starting to get dark so I set the small Solar battery powered lamp out away from us to try and get the night time bugs to follow it. It didn’t work, and we were fresh meat and they were hungry.
“Come on you're going to get eaten alive so let’s get you into the tent. There is a nice enough breeze that it shouldn't be too hot inside.”
With the screen closed and the dim little night light on KC shook out her hair finger combing it. I put my hand on her knee. “Are you doing ok with all,” I waved my arm around, “Of this. I mean I know this kind of camping can be more than a little hard.”
“Yes baby I’m fine, but thank you for asking. I’m just super tired, the ride over here almost kicked my butt.” She laid down, “But I made it.” And just like that she was asleep.
~
It was just getting good and light outside when I opened my eyes to find her half laying on me, her firm breast mashed into my chest. When she felt me move a little her eyes came to mine as she looked at me, “Sorry I didn’t want to wake you but honey I really have to pee.” I watched as she zipped the tent door open and stepped to the downhill side of the tent and squatted. My eyes were drawing to her bottom and what was going on between her legs like a magnet to steel.
She smiled, “A gentleman would look away.”
I chuckled, “And whoever told you I was a gentleman lied to you, and beside a lady would have turned the other way.”
And from right out of nowhere came, “Ryan, do you like what you see when you look at me?”
“Oh my goodness yes! Only a blind man or one that was gay would say no, and I know a few gays that would like to get a look at you.”
Her cheek flushed, “Are you ok with me only wearing these around out here?” She held up the shorts she didn’t put on after our bath.
“Yes very much so, Um…and I have some sunscreen in here someplace. We wouldn’t want those lovely nipples to sunburn now would we,”
“Oh no we wouldn’t!” She shook her head, “I burnt them once when I was in high school, no, no we don’t want to ever do that again.” Her eyes ran over me, “I thought after you quit swimming you’d also quit shaving.”
“I found that I like the smoothness of it,” I shrugged, “So I just never stopped.”
“How do you keep your back shaved?”
I chuckled, “Well little miss nosy, I have a lady friend that took care of it while I was in school and living in College Station. She would shave my back and wax my junk about once a month.”
KC looked a little thoughtful, “A Couple of things just ran through my mind, I guess you're not a virgin, and who's going to take care of it for you now that you're living at home again.”
“No KC I’m definitely not a virgin,” I shrugged, “And it’s only an hour drive back to College Station.”
Completely changing the subject, she pointed to the lake “Maybe we should think about trying to catch something to eat.
~
KC slipped on her skimpy little shorts and showing no shyness at all, put together her fishing pole and walked to the point of rock jutting out into the lake. She was wearing a crumpled up old felt cowboy hat she had stuffed into her backpack, her skimpy shorts with wading shoes. She had a belt with a small pouch that held a couple of fishing lures and her fishing license in it and her pole. I watched her looking through her sunglasses at where to step when she said, “Whoever catches the smallest fish has to clean them.”
I laughed, “I’ll take that bet.”
She picked a spot on the south side of the rocky point and began to cast while I stayed 20 or 25 feet away on the north side, and out of the blue came, “I always wondered if you dated.”
I smiled, “Well with me taking a full load of classes and working 5 hours every night I really didn't date. I just went out once in a while.”
“How did you meet Miss I’ll wax your balls?”
Now I laughed out loud, “We worked at the CVS store together.”
As she made another cast said “Don’t look now but here comes the Ranger, or Game warden one or the other.”
“I chuckled, “Well me being a man if I saw a beautiful woman standing almost naked on a rock I’d have come over to check her out, I mean look at her fishing license.”
The guy was using an electric trolling motor to move the small John Boat along and stopped the boat dead still about 3 feet away from the rocks, “Good morning.”
Again KC acted as though she walked around mostly naked all of the time, “Morning. She smiled.
He smiled looking at me as I laid my fishing pole down and walked over to them. “Honey, get me your fishing license out of your pouch so I can wade it out to him.” And over the next few minutes as he looked at our paperwork he talked about what was biting and I was sure he spent the whole time checking out KC’s tits from behind his dark aviator style sunglasses. After giving our license back to me he finally backed his boat quietly away, “Y’all have a nice day now.”
KC had never stopped fishing and chuckling said, “Do you think he got a good enough look?”
I smiled, “Yes I’m sure of it.” I was a little taken back by her lack of modesty. I mean if she was home and we saw each other it was one thing. But whenever she went out someplace she would be covered from head to toe. “I like this self-confident you, in fact I like this side of you very much.”
She looked at me with a slight smile. “I told you I left that other woman at home.”
As luck would have it she caught the only fish and it was a nice 3 pound bass. I of course had to clean it and it cooked up nicely on the over the fire small folding grate I had brought.
We spent the day playing cards, and at one point we were holding hands as we were walking around the campground just enjoying each other. We talked about a 1000 things with both of us finding out we didn’t know one another nearly as much as we thought we did.
~
I don’t know what time it was but it was well into the night when one hell of a thunderstorm rolled through. I don’t remember the last time I ever saw so much lightning and about the second big boom of thunder KC was over next to me and wrapped up in my arms. It lasted about an hour and with me at her back and her spooning into me, I grew very long and very hard.
With the rumbling slowly going on to the south she turned in my arms to face me. She put her head on my shoulder with her lips up close to my ear. “Don't you ever tell your mother that I looked but when you're soft you are about 3 inches longer than your dad and when you're,'' Her hand went around my cock, “hard like this. Well it’s like your oh my god big, and it’s kind of fried my brain.” She didn’t let go of me as she went on, “Life with your dad since he hired Linda a couple of years ago turned what was already a rocky marriage into not a marriage at all.”
I didn’t know if she even thought about it and while her hand didn’t move much it was enough, “Mom.”
She was quickly moving and in an instant had my dick in her mouth and her hand massaging my balls, “Oh god MOM!’
I felt my dick swell and it was as though it pulled every muscle in my belly right through the tip of my dick as I growned, “OOAAaahhh.”
She stayed with me letting me hump up into her face and when she felt my cum slowing she turned moving over me and as I tasted my seed in her mouth she moaned, “UMmm.” As she lowered herself slowly down onto my still very hard cock.
I knew she was going slow trying to adjust to not only my length but the girth of it as well. “Oh fuck so big. Oh honey hold me, please hold me.” and as I pulled her tightly to me I bottomed out and she began to shake all over, “Oh god, oh god, I’m cumming AAAaaah go aaaa. A aaaa!” she pushed down on me and I felt her begin to rub her clit into me “Ohhhh noooo more, og ”
And she began to pump herself onto me very fast. OHHFUCKAAAAAA!” And she collapsed on me. Trembling and gasping for air and as I held her in my arms I pushed up, “I’m going to cum.” Giving her the chance to tell me to pull out. And she didn’t.
And as I held her and her breathing began to change she whispered, “Will you take me home in the morning?” and she was asleep.
~
There was nothing said about our love making, but KC seemed to be happy, and then we were on our way home. She laughed into my ear, “I was going to jump your bones again this morning but I’m fucking sore.”
We stopped for a nice breakfast and as we were just leaving GeorgeTown KC pointed off to the right to a camping trailer super center. “Follow me.” Came to my ears.
She took us down to the showroom and acted like she wasn’t naked except for the onesie bike suit she was wearing and parking us in front of the showroom where she got off her trike. She was looking around and I locked them together.
A smiling sales guy came out, “Hi my name is Frank.” He smiled looking at our loaded down trikes, “Can I help y’all find something.”
KC smiled “Hi frank. After the storm that came through our camp last night my husband and I are looking for something up off the ground. She pointed out maybe one of those, Um… I think they are called teardrop trailers.”
And good old Frank was very subtle as he took in KC’s charms but he for sure looked as we spent the next 30 minutes looking at this one and then that one until she came to one that sat up off the ground a little higher than the others. KC went through the thing with a fine tooth comb asking both me and Frank about everything. It was when she was going through the small kitchen that was built into the back of the trailer that was hidden under a big door that she looked at me. “Do you like that fridge? I think it’s a lot bigger than the others we looked at.” She looked at it, sizing it up, “It doesn’t look like we would lose any space from someplace else?”
I hooked my arm around her waist pulling her to me. “No your right and honey,if it's what you want then I think it’s perfect.”
Looking at Frank KC smiled, “We want this one.”
When we got to the office and he began doing the paperwork Frank said “We have an excellent finance program.”
KC smiled beautifully at him, “Oh sorry I should have said something and asked. Is there any kind of a discount if we pay cash?”
Frank just about passed out when KC handed him her credit debit card. 15 minutes later we were back on the road home
With plans to come back the next morning with my truck to take the trailer home.
~
There still had been nothing said about the sex on the ride or when we got home. Once we were parked in the garage I smiled at her, “Honey I can see your beat, I'll unload everything in the morning unless you need something.
“I just need my backpack,” KC smiled, “And someone to come wash my back? Then let's order some pizza.”
This time when I washed her back I was much freer with my hands cupping her breast and washing her flat tummy and as our lips met I ran my hand over her closely trimmed mound slipping my soapy hand between her legs washing all the way down to her feet…There were big fluffy white towels in the linen closet and I took my time making sure not to miss a spot and again our lips met as I dried her, and she dried me.
After the pizza guy came and we were sitting in the living room on the floor. “Ryan babe I like this us, but I think there has to be a couple of rules. Baby, I’m going completely crazy here, not only about how crazy illegal it is and I know that it should never have happened…” She looked at me, “But I’m very happy that it did. Um, I guess the most important thing is after what has gone on with your dad, honey I won’t share you. I understand you're young and might find a woman you want to marry and have kids with. I get it, but the second there is someone else in the picture you and KC are done and mom moves back into your life.
That night we were both pretty whipped from the bike ride home and it had been pretty late by the time we ate. She stood up and held her hand out to me.”Come on, my man and take me to bed.”
I was on my back with her half on me, her lips by my ear, “This is so nice.” And only a second later her breathing changed and I knew she was asleep.
We were both up early and when she moved to me it was so different, it was a woman I loved and as she snuggled into me she chuckled, “I’m still way sore. I’m going to have to work at getting used to” her hand closed around my morning hard, “this bat.” She moved over on top of me and kissed me like a woman kisses her man. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” She stuck her tongue into my ear, “Come on and take me to breakfast and then let's go pick up our new trailer.”
~
We were waiting at the door when the sales office opened and when Frank met us, he was all smiles. As we hooked the little trailer up to my truck he went over a few things like how the leveling jacks worked, how the power hooked up and the 12 volt charger worked to keep everything working if we were camped in some place like Sandy Creek State Park.
As we left the camper mall KC looked at me, “Honey I think we need to go over to the Academy Sporting Goods and outfit our girl back there.”
I gave her a sideways look, “Oh she's a girl is she?”
KC slipped across the truck seat sliding right up next to me, “Oh yes and honey she is not only a girl she is a very dirty girl and I think you're going to love camping with her.”
While they were shopping KC was suddenly quite taken aback by how attentive Ryan became. Oh he had always been right there for her, but now as they walked through the sporting goods store he held her hand or touched her someplace even if it was just to put his hand on her back. And by the time they were through shopping thay had everything anyone could possibly think of needing to camp. They had even bought a 2 place kayak with a rack to put it up in the truck when they had the trailer behind them.
But what had made her day perfect was when he leaned in and kissed her cheek, saying in a voice loud enough for anyone around to hear said, “I love you wife of mine.”
~
KC was the one that had all of the money when she had married Ryan's dad.Thankfully her dad had the foresight to make him sign a prenup and because she had enough proof he was fucking around with Linda the only thing she left him was with the house with it’s payment.
I don’t think he ever really knew what kind of bus had run him over because one day he left for a work trip sitting on top of the world and 3 weeks later he came home to an empty house and divorce papers on the kitchen counter.
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In the meantime KC had found she got really wet but it was much better for her if they lubed Ryan up and that became very much a part of the game and their foreplay, she also absolutely loved getting on top and riding him until she couldn’t move. He had a way of growling when he was close and KC found when she pushed down on him the explosive wet heat he pumped into her belly would make her cum and she loved that.
Through their experimentation KC found that she had always been wrong. The out hole wasn’t just for out but it could be very fun for her when he put things in as well and she loved letting Ryan play with her back there. They had several different butt plugs including 1 that was a red fox tail and 1 that was a silver fox tail. But KC found the one she liked best had 3 chains of different length with bells on them.
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They had bought a little one acre place in Somerville Texas where no one knew or cared about them and were living very happily as a couple…
They had pulled their little camper over to Lake Crocket in East Texas and had spent the first night out making love until neither one of them could go again.
They were laying with her wrapped in his arm as he spooned into her when she turned, pushing him onto his back.“Ryan honey We need to talk.” She sat up Indian style with the dome night light making her skin look as though she was glowing.
He moved back to his side, coming up to rest on his elbow. “What’s wrong? Shit KC are you sick I can have us packed and heading into town and the Hosp…”
“Rayn, Rayn stop. Oh honey no, honey I’m fine. But there is this one little problem that I’m kind of happy about and scared to death to tell you about.”
Ryan sat up, “What is it?”
“Honey I must have missed a pill or skipped one or something but anyway, babe I’m pregnant.” She couldn’t read the look on his face, “Oh honey please don’t hate me for this. We can have…”
He moved so fast she almost didn’t know it until she was in his arms and he was holding her tightly to his chest. “No we won't, don't you even think like that! God KC a baby, us..Um with um wait what about you. Are you ok with it I mean… I love you but I really hope you want to keep it, but it’s your body so you're driving the bus.”
“KC snuggled into him, “Honey you’ll make a great dad…
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