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gegewrites · 2 months

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Harvey (SDV)- One Glass Was all it Took (SMUT)

Hi, just dropping off this fanfic for you. Eat it up. hope yall enjoy I started this legit at 10am TODAY. This is the fastest I’ve written in a bit and the first fic I’ve finished in months (I’m so sorry)

The Harvey brain rot is real.

4-7-24

5.2k words

Your pov-

The sun was setting and I was relaxing on the porch swing, looking at the sky changing colors. It was a relaxing day, it rained in the morning, which made it easy to pet and collect from the animals, but annoying to harvest the crops that were ready. It stopping raining at about four, and by then I was already done for the day. I contemplated going fishing or heading to the mines for a few hours to make up some of that wasted time but I ended up just cleaning and re-arranging some of the house. The birds were singing, still warm out but a cool breeze drifted through the trees. It was perfect out.

"Enjoying the sunset?" I heard Harvey ask, I looked over and he was by the produce bin. I wasn't expecting him at all.

"Yeah, so pretty tonight." I smiled. He didn't come up into the porch, he leaned against the railing in front of me, a bottle of wine in hand being held out to me.

"I had to go to Zuzu City today, I picked this up on my way out. Think you'll enjoy it." He smiled as I leaned off the swing and grabbed it from him.

"This is my job." I giggled. It's a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, the label boasting a 10 year age and top quality French grapes.

"Just a little bit of payback for all the stuff you've brought me." He smiled,"I-"

"Should I get glasses?" I asked,"you don't have to leave so soon do you?"

"I can stay for a bit." He leaned off the railing as I stood up.

"Perfect, come in."

Half and hour later-

"…Just a bunch of city and small town doctors and donors looking to shell out money. If I was convincing enough hopefully a few donors will step up and donate some money to the clinic.” He took a sip from his glass and looked at me,” It's a decent drive to the city, i don’t mind it. I use to intern at the Zuzu hospital, but when I heard they didn't have a doctor in this town, that the other towns also driving to the city for healthcare, I settled in." His eyes looked away from the now dusky blue sky and looked at him, which were watching him intently," why are you here? Besides your grandfathers passing, I don’t think you’ve told me.”

"I wasn't doing so well back home...so when we did get the news grandpa died my parents saw it as a way for me to get a new fresh start...and it worked, but boring I'll be honest. Three years, everyday almost the same." I shrugged my shoulders and finished the last of my glass. We both were only on the first glass, talking more than drinking.

"I get that. In a town so small it's easy to fall into a repetition...only reason why I've kept my car. I could sell it, put that money into the clinic, but when people in the outside towns needs assistance and they can't get here I get to switch it up and go to them." He looked down at his glass and then back to me,"it's important to find joy in daily life, especially when you're life is a lot of physical work....its also important to find the time to relax."

"Yeah, but there's always something that has to get done over here or someone needs something." His hand came down and sat just above my knee.

"You need to start making time for yourself." His face was serious, but not scolding. His brows lightly furrowed together, but his eyes held a caring look.

"Doctors orders?" I smiled, a chuckle trailing behind the words and I felt my cheeks flush. Luckily it was darker out but the porch light was still on.

"Doctors orders." He smiled, his eye contact was held with mine. He did look like he was contemplating something, his eyes slightly looking down below mine before locking back with mine.

Usually it would take me a third glass to get the confidence to make any sort of move, but over the few years I've been here, the conversations we've had, professional settings and non professional, it gave me the confidence.

The swing wasn't big, our legs were comfortably touching, and his hand still sat on my leg. I pushed up just a bit, my lips connecting to his, my heart was pounding out of my chest, but he returned it quickly, the hand on my thigh came to my check and my heart rate relaxed a bit. His mustache tickled my nose but I didn't mind it at all. We both tasted like wine and I heard his glass tink against the table in his side, his newly free hand softly held my other cheek, mine still holding my glass. He was the first to pull away from the slow kiss.

"(y/n)..." he whispered before pulling back more and my heart sped up, awaiting rejection,"are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything, Harvey." I replied quickly but not forcefully, he took the glass from my hand and placed it with his on the table behind him.

I could tell he was thinking, quickly contemplating the decisions he could make. He turned back to me, pushing his glasses further onto the bridge of his nose.

"I'm a thirty four year old doctor stuck in place." His thumb brushed my cheek as he spoke.

"And im a twenty five year old who couldn't hold down a job long enough to have a chance to be stable." I confessed,"my last relationship ended with cops and a restraining order."

"I'm sorry to hear that. But (y/n), you said you're bored, you're bored here... I watch the history channel and live quietly."

"You don't get it, Harv. I'm bored cause I'm alone, everyday I wake up and it's just me, you're stuck in place cause it's just you. Don't humans need others around? We are social animals." He let out a quiet and sharp exhale from him nose, hand still in my cheek that didn't even realize I've relaxed into.

"There are others-"

"Please Harvey, I've already tried, they've all got their own dreams in places I've already tried to live and couldn't....i want quiet but I don't wanna be alone." His hand slid away from my cheek, just to hold onto my chin,"there's no reason to not try."

"You have to understand that I'm still your doctor and if it doesn't work-"

"If it doesn't work my ass Harvey." I grabbed lightly onto his other wrist,"I've never been more sure of anything.."I leaned forwards,"and you haven't been only charging me half for no reason, don't think I haven't noticed. You can say you're not the right one but it's obvious Harv-"

He cut me off with his lips, his hand coming to my waste, pulling my body a bit closer to his. I kissed him back quickly not wasting any time, my body was twisted a bit, my hands held onto his jacket covered shoulders. Our lips moved in sync, tongues tangling with each other, heat and want radiating from the both of us.

My hand grabbed onto his tie as I slid off the swing and stood up, our lips didn't disconnect, his big hands sat on my waist as he sat up higher before standing. He was taller than me, so he was bowed down to keep the kiss going and my back pressed against the railing of the porch. He pulled away, and stood up straight, looking down at me. His hand left my waist and he pushed his glasses back up. God he was handsome.

I decided to ditch the glasses that were on the table and lead him inside by his tie.

When we got to my bedroom he took off his jacket and I loosened his tie before I started undoing his belt while he kicked off his shoes. His hands coming to the bottom of my shirt, slipping it off of my body, dropping it to the floor as he walked me back, the back of my legs feeling the mattress and he unclipped my bra. My thighs pressed together a bit, feeling that pulse between my legs and myself getting wetter. He slid it down my arms and I sat down, his hands running down my body as he slowly got down onto his knees.

"This bruise is concerning." He ran his thumb on the right side of my ribs and I rolled my eyes.

"I can't even feel it Harv." I rolled my eyes with a smile and cupped his cheek, his cheek and jaw was a bit tickly. He placed a kiss to the top of my chest, kissing my collarbones and then down between my breasts,"if you want to know it's from my goat getting too excited and accidentally butting me."

"I'm glad.." his hand cupped my breast, fingers massaging it, my nipple pressed into his palm as he placed a kiss on my other. My hand sat on the back of his neck, my nails lightly scratching his scalp, his shaggy hair between my fingers," it's nothing serious…but goats are pretty strong,” he looked up at me,”could’ve broken a rib.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as his lips returned to my breast. I propped up on my left arm, his tongue swirled around my nipple, teeth teasing it lightly and I grinded down to on the mattress from the pressure of need building up inside of me. While he places kisses to my breasts his hands came down and undid the button of my jeans, and unzipped them. He pushed up slightly placing a kiss on my sternum and I laid back on my forearm. He hooked his fingers into my jeans, I raised my hips a bit and he pulled them down slowly, my panties going with them. His eyes locked with mine, until the fabric fell to the floor, and now I was naked with him between my legs.

Both of us paused. Suddenly I wish I had drank another glass. His eyes trailed down my body, taking it in.

“Harvey?” I asked, and he looked up at me, his look alone told me I was the one feeling off.

“Sorry…taking it in now.” He pushed my thighs out, spreading my legs wider, and he grew taller, kneeling only on one knee now,”once these glasses come off I can’t exactly see you the best.”

I felt my face blush as his hand ran along the inside of my thigh, and my pussy tighten from his touch. It’s been awhile, a good four years since I’ve been with something other than a vibrator. I felt his thumb slide up my lips, feeling how wet I’ve gotten, then his thumb slipped between and immediately found my clit. My lips parted the moment his thumb pad touched my clit, he slowly and softly dragged his thumb in a circle against it and my head lulled back a bit and I let out a sigh. He trailed a few kisses on the inside of my thigh, mustache tickling and dragging against my skin. His thumb worked a bit faster and my thighs quivered a few times.

“Harvey please.” I pushed out with a breath and I heard him hum lightly. His thumb left my clit and I felt his middle finger circle my wet hole before dipping in causing a moan to rumble in my throat as I bit my lip. His fingers were nice, he had nice hands at that. His fingers were long kind of thick, but nimble none the less. He curled his finger to the curve of my walls as he slowly dragged it in and out. I didn’t realize where he was till I felt the left side of the bed dip a bit.

“Absolutely soaked.” He whispered into my ear and a shiver ran down my spine and I tightened around his finger,”you haven’t had anything in a while, huh?”

“Too busy..mm, too tired at the end of the day.” I answered, feeling him kiss my neck, his stubble scratching lightly at my skin.

He kissed my shoulder with a hum, his middle finger leaving me, but coming back with his ring finger in tow. His fingers slipped right back in, my head couldn’t help my fall back, the front of my neck completely bared to him. He curled his fingers to my anatomy again and he sped up the slightest. I could feel how wet I was, it was almost embarrassing, but come on…it’s Harvey.

My hips rolled into his palm and his fingers found my gspot, I bit down onto my lips, my eyes fell close.

“Right theere.” I moaned, and he changed his fingers positions, a deeper curl. I heard something light fall onto the bed and my eyes opened the littlest. I saw his glasses. I raised my head, timing perfectly with him lifting my left leg onto his shoulder. His stubble rubbing against the inside of my thigh, before feeling his tongue against my clit, he kept a steady pace and motion with his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at my clit,my hand finding the top of his hair, not tugging but sitting in it, holding it out of his face. I was breathing heavy, breathy moans just slipping out. His lips latched on to clit, a mix of licking and sucking, making my body tense and my moans grow louder.

“Oh God.” I moaned out, my heel digging into his back just below his shoulder blade,”Fuuuck Harv.”

He pushed up onto the bed, his left arm wrapped around the front of my thigh, holding the inside of it with his hand and he pumped his fingers deeper and faster. I heard a groan erupt from him as his tongue dipped in with his fingers before sliding back to my clit, giving it a harsh suck. My hands gripped into his hair, my body pushing into his. My head felt light, my thigh tensing in his grip, being held open to avoid squeezing his head. The way he was circling, sucking, and licking my clit roughly paired with his fingers “come hither” and just how deep his fingers were inside of me I was on the verge of cumming. I could feel my slick dripping down my ass, definitely soaked in the comforter, my walls tightened around his fingers. My moans were more present, louder, and longer. My body felt like it was on fire in the best way possible.

“I’m gonna cum Harv.” I whined out, releasing his hair for a second before griping back on. My thighs started twitching and the upper half of my body curling forwards yet my head lulling back,”I’m gon-gonna cum baby.”

He didn’t change was he was doing, and my toes curled, my eyes rolling back, my teeth digging into my bottom lip as my body tightened. that knot in my abdomen snapping, cumming on his fingers. We kept his pace steady as I rode out my release, only slowing down when I started whimpering and hips near spasming into his face.

I fell onto my back, as his fingers slid out of my pussy, his tongue lapping up my release. His hand left the inside of my thigh, and I heard his glasses drag towards him, before wrapping around it again. He placed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, his mustache wet. I was catching my breath, coming back to reality when my thigh dropped from his shoulder and I felt his thumb swipe across my bottom lip. I opened them and his finger laid on my tongue, I closed my lips around them, cleaning my cum off of them.

I opened my eyes when he slid his fingers out of my mouth. He was standing in front of the bed, looking down at my pussy, the bulge in his dark brown corduroys prominent. I sat up, and pulled him to me by his tie, kissing him heatedly, tasting myself on his tongue. My fingers started undoing the buttons of his shirt, tugging it out of jeans and pulling away from him, a light bite dragging his lip before letting go. His lips were pink, so was his face. He undid his tie enough to get it off over his head and took off his long sleeve as I placed kisses down his stomach, slowly unzipping his pants.

He wasn’t a “fit” man, he had a dad bod but no kids(not yet), but he was attractive and sexy as hell nonetheless. He brushed the hair out of my face as I kissed down his happy trail. I slid down to my knees and he took a step back. I looked up at him through my lashes as I hooked my fingers into the waist on his pants and boxer band, and slid them down. His cock sprung out and I stopped pulling down his pants. He was decent size, long enough to where he wouldn’t be able to get all of it in but most, but he was thick. It made sense for a man as meaty as he is.

I kissed up his thigh, which had impeccable grinding quality. His fingers carded through my hair, my hands sat on his hips as I kissed up his body till I was standing, a bit wobbly, but his hand came around to my back.

“I wanna ride you.” I kissed his chest and he chuckled, his hand sat on the side of my neck and lower part of my jaw, his thumb brushed over my jaw, before he angled my face to look up at him.

“You can, but you have to go easy.” I gave him a pouty furrowed brow look and he smirked with fondness,”you haven’t had sex in awhile. Feeling how tight you were-and just with fingers, you have to take it easy.”

“You saying I’m too small for your cock, Doctor?” I whispered intimately and I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy toes, my chest pressing into his, his cock pressed against the front of my thigh. His face flushed even more as his hands held onto my waist. My hand came around to the back of his head and I pulled his head closer to mine and I whispered,”guess it’s a good thing I’m absolutely soaked for you.”

He let out a breath I don’t think he realized he was holding in and I lowered down onto my soles. He hasn’t gotten a moment to speak, this pussy has his tongue caught. My fingers dragging against his skin as I backed up and crawled onto the bed. I propped up onto my arms, facing him, and spread my legs open, my heels stable on the edge of the bed.

“Do you wanna be the one to stretch this pussy then?” It looked like his brain stopped working for a second, before has hand gripped onto his cock, his tongue quickly swiping along the bottom of his top lip and he smirked lightly, more adoration then the lust his eyes held.

“I probably shouldn’t, no condoms.” He crossed his arms, oh he looked good.

“What did you go into the city and fuck a stripper?” I joked and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“We’re unprotected.” His hands moved to his waist and I looked at him with a dumbfounded look.

“Harvey…you’re the dude who gives me my birth control every month.” He rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses.

“I’m aware of that, It’s still unsafe nonetheless.” His hands sat on my knees before grabbing the back of my calves.

“Live a little, just for tonight.” His grip tightened on my calves and he looked to the side and then back to me before pulling me edge of the bed, I fell onto my back as he held my calfs on his waist, his cock sitting right over my soaking cunt. His head tapping against it as it bounced lightly.

“For tonight.” His hand let go of my calf and I held it against his waist. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose and his caressed my cheek, him thumb brushed against the cheek bone. He used that same hand to drag the head of his cock between my slick lips, running it against my clit, then rubbing his tip against my needy hole, he watched his cock slide between my lips before he looked up at me.

“Need a pillow.” I quickly grabbed the fluffiest one from behind me and handed it to him. I tightens my legs around him but he peeled them off,”where’s your bathroom?”

“Why?” I asked sitting up.

“Just need a towel.” I just fell in love with him. Luckily there was a bathroom in my bedroom so I pointed to the door and he walked over. Man has a nice ass, he is just good looking in general.

He came back with one of my thick towels, dark grey. He folded it into two and put it over the towel. I laid back down, holding my knees close to my chest and he grabbed my calf’s, spreading my legs and placing my lower half onto the pillow.

“That’s better.” His hands guided my legs around his waist, spitting into his palm and stroking his cock. I swallowed and bit down onto my lower lip as he stroked his cock through my lips. He was right, this angle felt better. His tip circled my entrance and he looked at me,”you ready?”

“Mmhmm.” I nodded and he paused for a moment before he started pushing the tip in. I immediately gripped onto the mattress below me my eyes squeezing shut, he was so right. He always right.

“I think I-“ he stopped pushing in mid tip.

“No no, just keep going…Fuck Harv.”

“Just tell me if it hurts, I’ll go easy.” He started pushing it in again. My walls stretching around him yet clamping down on him. It was a mix of absolute pleasure and pain. A deep throaty grain erupted out of his chest, I opened my eyes to see his head tilted back before coming back to look down at his cock stretching into me. I when he bottomed he pressed deeper into me and pushed out a shakey moan from my lips.

He stopped for a moment, giving my body a chance to relax around him, his hand ran up and down my thigh comfortingly as I breathed in and out, my brows twisted together.

“Move, please” I said softly and he did just that, he slowly slid his cock out of me, even his tip, and slid it back inside. Another moan left my left, my lips stayed open as he pushed in deeper this time, pulling out to his tip and pushing back in. He kept it slow and steady, listening to the whines and groans that fell from my lips.

“Shit (y/n).” He groaned out, I felt his thumb press against my clit, rubbing tight and slow circle against it, my legs tightening around his waist. He moved his hips a bit faster, his cock dragging against my walls. His thumb abandoned my clit, and his hands grabbed onto my hips, holding them tightly, fingertips pressing deeply into my ass.

“Fuck me Harvey.” I breathed out.

“How do you want it, darling?” I pressed my lips together and a small giggle sounded in my throat from the pet name that fell from his lips, I felt my body curl a bit as his hand touched my check. His tone was as smooth as whiskey dripping with lust,”tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“Faster…” I swallowed and took a breath, my voice a bit shakey,”and deeper.”

His movements did become a bit faster, still focused on not hurting me, but he did pressed his cock deeper into me on each thrust.

“Good good.” My lips fell open as he started thrusting harder, his tip starting to hit that spot in me,”oooh yess.”

“found it?”

“Uuhuh.” I moaned, and he thrusted his tip against it again, but harder, to confirm and it was confirmed with an unsolicited moan.

“You’re taking me so well, (y/n). So daaamn good.” He groaned, his thrusts stayed sharp and even but he sped up more, rocking his hips into my pelvis. I tightened around him getting lost in the feeling of his tip sliding through my walls, the sound of his skin now slapping against mine, and the way groans and light moans fell from his lips. My heels dug into his back and his name trailed out of my lips. I felt my slick drip down my ass and into the towel, hearing how wet his motions sound now. I felt his body lean forwards, his thrusts kept steady, but slowed down a bit, fucking deeply into me, his cock grinding perfectly against my g-spot now.

“Oooh! Har-Harvey!” I loudly moaned out, it didn’t hurt, well a little bit, but it felt too good to complain. He was tall so his forearms laid flat on the bed trapping my head. He placed a kiss on my forehead, my hands wrapping around his back and gripping onto his shoulders. I couldn’t help but moan Into his ear, erotic moans falling from my lips as my pussy got wetter.

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock like this.” He strained out, my nails were digging into his skin as he sped up more. My eyes clamped shut, sob like moans ripping out of my throat, that heat building up in my lower abdomen telling me I was the verge of spilling over.

“Ha-Harvey,” I breathed out, my words whined ,”I’m gon-I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my cock, darling.” He groaned into my ear. His breath was hot against my skin, and the erotic groans falling from his lips were a perfect music to my ears. My left hand slid off his back, and I felt his weight shift, and I peeled my eyes open. He didn’t have his glasses on, and he was propped up on left arm, his right hand went back to my pussy, his hand pressed down on my pelvis, his thumb rubbing my clit quickly.

“Harvey! Aaaah fuuuuck!” My back arched up and a moan tore out of me, as my orgasm ripped through me. I saw starbursts behind my closed eyes, a rush of heat covering my whole body as it tensed up. My walls clamped around him as my right hands nails scraping against his back and he let out a strained groan.

“That’s it…That’s it.” He cooed, and I felt

His cock twitch inside of me as he fucked me through my high.

He kept his pace as steady as he could, going back to standing, his thumb abandoned my clit. I looked at him with heavy lids, watching his face,his glasses were back on, his lips were parted and his eyes watched his cock thrust in and out of me , and how his hands gripped onto my thighs.

“Come on Harv.” My tone tripped with ecstasy, as I propped up on my arms a bit to watch him and his body better, his eyes met mine, half lidded, before looking down, watching the way my chest moved from his thrusts,”cum for me Harvey.”

I felt his cock twitch more inside of me, his thrust still felt good and I couldn’t help but moan.

“Fuck.” He groaned out, his neck straining, his body tightening, and I bit my lip at the sight of him on the verge of coming undone, but there was something holding him back, himself really.

“You-you can cum inside of me Harv..” I breathed out and swallowed and he locked his eyes with mine,”you can cum wherever.”

I relaxed my legs grip on his waist, and with those words he finally came undone. He slid out of me quickly, his hand stroking his cock roughly, spirting white cum onto my stomach. His head lulled back as he stroked his cock, slowing it down that last bit dripped down the bottom of his head and onto my stomach.

He breathed heavily as my legs fell from his waist and he sat down in the edge of the bed and fell into his back next to me. I closed my legs and r looked up and over at him, hand on his chest, catching his breath. I kissed his shoulder and he looked over at me, a blissed out look on his face and I smiled.

“You got game Harv.” I giggled and looked down at my stomach, and he sat up.

“I’ll get you cleaned up.” He leaned to me and placed a kiss on my lips before standing up, and proceeded to do just that.

The next day, noon

Harvey slept over last night, but when I woke up at six he was already gone, there was a note on the kitchen table in his hand writing that advised me to hydrate and thanking me for the good night. The wine glasses that were left outside were clean and on the drying rack as well. I had already gotten what I had to get done outside done, but it was another rainy day, absolutely down pouring. I had to change my clothes even though I had on my rain jacket, so I decided today would be a day that I would take to myself.

I was laying in the couch reading, some cable show playing on the tv. My reading was interrupted by a knock on the door, so I placed my marker in the book and got up quickly and headed to the door. I unlocked it and opened it.

“Hi.” Harvey smiled, one hand held a soaked umbrella, his other was behind his back.

“That umbrella didn’t do you too well.” I giggled, seeing the rain spots on his button up, he looked at his shirt and chuckled.

“I guess not, at least I’m not soaked though…I’m sorry I walked out early, there was a shipment coming to the clinic at six thirty I had to be there for.” He explained.

“That’s alright, thanks for cleaning the glasses.” I wasn’t in front of the doorway he could walk in but he hasn’t,”what do you need Harv?”

“I…I wanted to give you this.” The hand that was behind his back came out and revealed a gorgeous bouquet. My lips fell over in shock and soon those like formed the biggest smile. My cheeks flushed as I took it from him, I looked at it for a few seconds before looking back at him,”you’re right…maybe this could work.”

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voxofthevoid · 8 months

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Time for Time-Travel Fuck-It Wednesday #3. I was torn between picking porn or gen. Settled on the latter since that's more recent.

If any of you want a far less serious take on the goyuu in this fic, here ya go.

“Satoru-san! Satoru-san, wake up—”

“I’m up,” Satoru says, going from sleepy to wide awake in a second at the panic suffusing Yuuji’s voice. The view that greets him is no less concerning, Yuuji looming over him with wide, frantic eyes, the whites eating them up all the way to the irises. “What’s wrong?”

“Grandpa,” Yuuji gasps. He’s stopped shaking Satoru, but his hand’s still on his shoulder, digging into muscle hard enough to bruise, and Satoru knows it’s never a good sign when Yuuji forgets to regulate his strength. “I need—I need to see him.”

Satoru throws a quick glance at the clock on the opposite wall. “Yuuji, it’s three in the morning.”

“I know!” Yuuji snaps. “Sorry. I know. But I need to see him. Please.”

Satoru sits up, and Yuuji moves with him, finally letting go of Satoru’s shoulder. They’re both naked, but that’s nothing new these days. Satoru’s more concerned about the sweat gleaming on Yuuji’s skin. It seems to have drenched the sheets, a large wet spot staining Yuuji’s side of the bed. The covers have been flung away, and that alone would’ve woken Satoru up even a few weeks back, but he’s too used by now to sharing the bed with a sometimes-restless, sometimes-peaceful body.

Yuuji’s still staring at him with imploring eyes, but it’s the frenzy writhing under the plea that convinces Satoru.

“Alright,” he sighs. “Put some clothes on, maybe clean up a little. You’ll scare Wasuke if you show up like this.”

“Scare…” Yuuji looks down at himself, expression flickering with surprise as he registers the state he’s in. “Right. I’ll be quick.”

And he is, a whirlwind of motion as he darts between the bathroom and Satoru’s half-invaded closet, and Satoru takes the time to clean and dress himself. He doesn’t bother questioning Yuuji further. With the first shock of the question gone, Satoru can make an educated guess as to why Yuuji’s freaking out like this.

It’s the June of 2018. More precisely, yesterday was June 13—the day Wasuke originally died. Satoru hadn’t told Yuuji that for the longest time, only revealing it yesterday after he’d taken him to see his grandfather alive and well—not particularly healthy, but as spirited as ever. He’d meant for it to be reassuring. Things were changing. Things had changed. Better healthcare may not buy Wasuke many years, but it’s still something.

Satoru just hopes it’ll keep him alive for long enough that Yuuji won’t have to mourn him a second time. It won’t be kind on Wasuke, but Satoru doubts he’ll outlive his grandson by much anyway. This way, at least Yuuji will hurt a little less.

He’s not surprised that telling Yuuji the date has backfired. It’s only been a day, and Yuuji was on edge all night yesterday, only sleeping when Satoru bullied him into bed and wrapped himself around the boy like a koala. He should’ve expected the worry to follow Yuuji into his dreams.

Satoru doesn’t waste time once they’re both ready, wrapping an arm around a visibly restless Yuuji and warping them directly into Wasuke’s hospital room. He usually avoids that, mostly because he’s religious about avoiding Wasuke himself, but between the hour and Yuuji’s concern, Satoru doesn’t mind braving the ire of a man who has every right in the world to hate him.

“Grandpa,” Yuuji cries out the moment they materialize in the room, darting forward in a frenzied burst.

Satoru makes a good-faith attempt to tune out the noises of Wasuke waking up and the exchange that follows, even if the tone alone tells him more than he should strictly know. Wasuke handles Yuuji’s concern with a negative amount of grace, not that Yuuji’s much better in that regard. It’s unduly fascinating, the way these two interact.

Or maybe Satoru’s just hungry to know more and more of Yuuji—all his wants and vagaries.

Satoru inches closer to the sole window in the room, staring up at the half-moon. It’s bright and beautiful, not a single cloud cloaking it. There’s the idle thought that he should take Yuuji up there. When Satoru was young, newly and fiercely proud of making space solid under his feet, the night sky was his favorite place to escape to. The wonder of it faded after the first few months, an inevitability he’d been prepared for, but the peace remained, more or less.

Yuuji might appreciate it more than Satoru ever did though. That boy has a love for the world, for experiences, that’s nearly alien to him. But he likes drinking in the sight of it on Yuuji’s face. He likes it even more when all that awe is turned on him.

“You.” It’s a snarl of a word, and it’s not much rougher than what Wasuke typically sounds like when talking to Yuuji, but Satoru just knows he’s the one being addressed this time. “What do you think you’re doing here?”

Satoru’s barely managed to open his mouth when Yuuji says, “Grandpa, don’t. Not this time. I’m the one who woke Satoru-san up in the middle of the night and asked him to bring me here. He didn’t even complain.”

“Of course he didn’t,” Wasuke grumbles. “Least he could do.”

Yuuji sighs heavily, posture tense, but Wasuke says nothing else, only glaring at Satoru with sunken eyes that are no less ferocious for it. Satoru smiles blandly back, unsurprised when Wasuke’s scowl only deepens.

Yuuji sighs again, but the tension has drained out of him, mostly, and it’s clear that the frantic worry of earlier has also faded. But he’s still clutching the bedrail with a force that threatens to dent the metal, the vicious strength in stark contrast to the gentle, almost fearful way he’s holding one of Wasuke’s hands.

Satoru has an early morning tomorrow, with a few missions in Shinjuku that he has to finish before returning to the school for afternoon classes, and so does Yuuji, since Satoru’s been sneaking him into more and more missions as per his request.

But they’re both fully capable of working well on little sleep.

“I’ll wait outside,” Satoru tells them. “Take your time, Yuuji.”

Yuuji closes his eyes for a moment, expression one of stark relief. It’s echoed in his voice when he says, “Thank you, Satoru-san.”

Wasuke says nothing, as expected.

Satoru exits through the window, not the door, smirking a little at the noise Yuuji makes behind him. He takes to the sky, leaping up high, well past the hospital roof. He can see Yuuji through the window, the Six Eyes showing him with crystalline clarity Yuuji’s wide eyes and parted lips as he stares after Satoru. He can see the awed surprise turn into something unspeakably fond a moment later.

He watches Yuuji until he turns back to his grandfather, and he keeps watching after too.

Under him, the air is solid; above him, the moon is bright.

He wonders if Yuuji would like it up here, if he’d trust Satoru not to let him fall, if he’d dance with him under the stars.

He wonders if it’ll haunt him when it’s all over.

#goyuu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk snippets #wip wednesday #my fic #fic: everything burned

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callsignspark · 10 months

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holding hands during a stressful situation for the intimacy prompts with Mary and Bradley!!

hi anon! thanks for sending this one!! I got the best idea for this and I loved the way it turned out!

surprise?

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, mentions of cancer, pregnancy, alluding to abortion, this is set once they’re already together, so many goddamn pet names, also you don’t need to read Mar[r]y Me to read and understand this but you should anyway

word count: 1.6k

note: I'm wandering somewhere around Boston at the moment, but please enjoy this! I'll be lurking when I can so please send stuff! I’ll see you on Monday!

“Honey, please sit down.” Mary is trying her best to be comforting, even as she feels the annoyance creeping up in her chest.

I know you’re scared, but I’m fucking terrified. Is what she wants to yell at him; it’s been a tense week, and his pacing is not helping her anxiety.

But she doesn’t.

She knows how stressed Bradley has been, how stressed he is. He’s kept a brave face on for the girls, but now that it’s just the two of them, she can feel his emotions bouncing off the walls.

“Okay, so based on what you’ve told me, I think our best course of action is to run some tests and see what’s going on.”

“Could it be cancer?”

“Mr. Bradshaw, I won’t speculate on what it could be, there are several things that-”

“I’m just asking if it’s a possibility. Her family doesn’t have a history of cancer, but they’re also not the best at going to the doctor, so who knows.”

Doctor Hong leans back on the stool, crossing her arms over her chest. She must see the terrified look in his eyes because she softens. “Mr. Bradshaw, like I said. It could be several different things that are causing these symptoms. I won’t lie to you; there is a possibility that it could be cancer. But we don’t want to worry about that until we officially have a diagnosis. Other than her recent problems, Mary is very healthy, and I’m confident that we’ll be able to handle whatever is going on.”

Her words during Monday’s appointment had done little to comfort Bradley. He had spent the entire week with his eyebrows creased. It’s Friday, and Mary is starting to worry that it’s going to be a permanent expression on his face.

They both took the day off, leaving the girls in the care of Grandma and Grandpa Mitchell before heading to the healthcare complex. Mary had spent most of the morning going through the tests Dr. Hong had ordered.

Blood pressure.

Urine test.

Blood work.

Pap smear.

Abdomen ultrasound.

Then, she was released and informed that the doctor would review her results that afternoon and call them if anything urgent showed up.

Her phone rang halfway to the house.

Bradley made the first u-turn he could legally make, tires squealing, and now they’re waiting in an office. Mary’s leg bouncing as Bradley paces up and down, across the carpet and back, tenser than she had ever seen him.

“Please come sit with me.” The shake in her voice finally getting him to stop.

“I’m sorry.” He mummers, grabbing her hand and squeezing. “I’m just scared.”

“Me too, Bradley. But it’ll be okay.”

“You can’t promise-”

“Honey, we’ve handled a lot. We’ll get through whatever this is, okay? Because it’s us. We made vows to each other, and I’m not done with you yet.” Her voice cracks on the last part, tears springing to both of their eyes.

“Fuck, I’m supposed to be comforting you, baby doll. I’m sorry I’ve been such a bad husband this week.”

“I get it, honey, it’s okay. It’s a bit too similar to your mom for comfort.”

“But that doesn’t make it okay! Shit. I wish I could talk to my parents about this. Dad wasn’t there, but I know he would have been so much better about this than me!”

Mary pulls him in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Breathe, handsome. We don’t know what’s going on yet.”

“Baby doll, I don’t want to sound like a paranoid asshole, but them calling us less than twenty minutes after we left can’t be good.”

Dr. Hong enters the room, cutting off any further worrying. “Hi guys, thanks for coming back in so quickly. Just let me get your file pulled up, and we’ll go through the results.”

It’s a tense few minutes, the clacking of the keyboard grating on the couple’s nerves, before the practitioner turns to them and folds her hands on the big oak desk.

“I reviewed your test results, and everything came back normal. We did find something on the ultrasound.” Bradley’s hand starts to crush Mary’s. “But it’s nothing to worry about. If you could just look at the screen right here.”

All three heads swivel to the monitor on the wall, a grainy black-and-white image showing up. “So everything looks healthy in here, Mary. The only thing we found was a baby. Congratulations, mom and dad! It looks like you’re about-”

Dr. Hong keeps talking, explaining how far along Mary is and what the baby's due date will be, but it’s white noise to the Bradshaws, blood rushing in their ears.

“I’m sorry, wait.” Bradley croaks. “She’s pregnant?”

“Yes, it looks like you’re about 13 weeks along. And everything is very healthy.”

“I don’t- I- I don’t…” Mary trails off, her heart racing at the news. “A baby?”

“Yes. If my interpretation of the scans is correct, you’re thirteen weeks pregnant.” Dr. Hong talks slower, used to patients’ shock at unexpected news.

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Bradley can hardly catch his breath. “I had a vasectomy last year. I did all the follow-ups and was cleared. How is she pregnant? I mean, we’ve been having a lot of sex, but I’m shooting blanks.”

She’s heard a lot of things in her time as a healthcare professional, but for the first time in her career, Stacey Hong is unsure how to proceed. Mainly because if she opens her mouth, she’s afraid she’ll start laughing at the horrified look on her patient’s face. She has to bite her tongue when Mary slaps her husband’s arm, hissing his name as her face turns red.

Breathe. Don’t laugh. These are some of your nicest patients. Don’t laugh at them. Breathe.

She pushes through, ignoring the last part of his question and addressing the real issue. “Vasectomies are a very effective form of birth control, but unfortunately, they aren’t 100% effective. About 1 in every 1,000 vasectomies fail, and that failure usually reveals itself within the first year following the procedure. So you’re right in that timeframe.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Bradley bends over his knees, running his fingers through his hair before bouncing up like a Jack in the Box. “Mary? How are you feeling? You okay, honey?”

“I’m- I… I don’t know. So, all my symptoms were pregnancy-related? This is not how I was with the twins.”

“Every pregnancy is unique, so it’s not unusual that this time would be different than it was with your girls. We’ll have to wait for the results of your pap smear to be completely sure, but I’m fairly confident that we can attribute everything - including the exhaustion - to your pregnancy.” Dr. Hong stands up. “I’m sorry to rush you, but I do have another appointment to get to. I’ll have Ashley set up a follow-up appointment and get you set up in the system for this pregnancy. They can print off some ultrasound photos at the front if you'd like them. I’ll see you soon; congratulations again, you guys!”

They move at a snail’s pace, slowly making their way to the front desk in a daze. Mary stuffs the informational folder in her purse and grabs Bradley’s hand as they walk to the Bronco. They sit there staring at each other for a few minutes before Bradley pulls the ultrasound photos out of the folder.

“Another baby…” He stares in awe at the low-quality screenshots. “How are you feeling? I know we decided we were done after the girls, but this obviously changes things.”

“Are we too old to have another kid? We were already older when we had the girls, but we’re really gonna be old when this one comes.”

“So we had kids a bit later in life.” He shrugs, shuffling over the bench seat towards his favorite person. “We’re still the cool parents in our forties.”

The laugh she lets out is wet, tears streaming down her face. “Hey, are you okay? If this isn’t what you want, we don’t have to do this, Mary. I’m happy with either way.”

“No, it’s not that, Bradley. I know it’s not what we planned, but now that we’re here, I absolutely want this.” She squeezes his hand. “It’s just hitting me again that I never thought I’d get this life. A wonderful husband who supports me so much. A little group of kids.”

“Still no dog, though.” He mummers, kissing her tears away. “You think Lily will accept a baby brother instead of a puppy?”

“You think it’s a boy?”

“Yeah, I just have a feeling. Do we still have that list of baby names? We’re gonna need it again.”

“Mav is gonna cry again, huh?”

“Give me a minute, and I will be too.”

The kisses they exchange are tender, identical to the ones they shared after they found out she was pregnant with the twins. Happiness radiates through the car.

“There is just one thing I need you to do.” Mary pulls back, smiling as Bradley presses kisses against her face, excitedly whispering about how they’re going to be parents again.

“Anything for you. Whatever you need, mama.”

“You have to call Dr. Lewis on Monday and schedule another vasectomy. This has to be the last one, or we’ll be 60 and still popping out kids.”

“You’d be so sexy as a pregnant 60-year-old.”

“Bradley…”

“I’ll call first thing, baby doll. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She kisses him with all the love she has. “Let’s go tell our family we have a new member coming to join us in February.”

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stirringwinds · 2 years

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hey, love your art and all your headcanons, I was wondering if you think all the nations smoke a little bit or if most have stopped the habit except from Yao... Like do you think Kirkland, Kiku and Alfred smokes? Idk why I care, but I'm just curious ^^ There are people in my country for example, but not many statistically

hey! glad you like my art. and heh, that's an interesting question. as i see it, most of them today don't smoke as much as they do in the past.

sir lord arthur bloody kirkland: was an addicted serial chainsmoker until after WWII where he got a kick in the arse from the newfound NHS to get healthier in all ways, including cutting back his liquor. it wasn't overnight for sure (a lot of the drop is from the 70s onwards), but i think by the present day, he doesn't smoke as much (which mirrors how much smoking has declined in england). probably still enjoys an expensive cigar now and then, but he is trying to go clean, with nicotine gum and all. universal healthcare is very convincing.

alfred: similar story, i reckon! so many people used to light up— i see him as smoking a fair bit, but being nowhere as much of a chainsmoker as his father—a lot more of a social smoker. like you'd always find him cigarette in hand in the 1940s when chatting with someone. he's also cut back nowadays; i see him as the sort of person who really gets into all kinds of health kicks. now you're more likely to find him guzzling some kind of fancy new bottled water rather than holding a cigarette, lol, because hydration is IN!

kiku: not as big a smoker as 50 years ago too (it was a whopping eighty percent for men at one point) but he does light up a bit more often (the govt owning a huge share of japan tobacco is kind of a conflict of interest in how smoking culture has evolved; cigarettes aren't as pricey as in other countries). japan is one country with a fairly big gender divide re: smoking too with a lot more men doing so then women. i think that like alfred, he's more of a social smoker nowadays though, and he can be fairly disciplined about limiting it personally.

yao: ah. my great grandpa. 100% a lost cause right now. he goes through so many packs of zhonghuas. it's a habit he should kick he knows, but he isn't too fussed right now. it's still far more ingrained in socialising; offering people cigarettes at a social gathering, or as gifts to show appreciation, in a way it's really not so in say, england nowadays. so that's why i see the old man still being a heavy smoker.

#hetalia #hws england #hws china #hws america #hws japan #hetalia headcanons

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stargazer-sims · 1 year

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*slams these on the counter* 🖊🖊🖊 three of your finest gushes, please!

lol the way this was worded made me grin @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

I'm putting this under a cut because it's ridiculously long. Seriously, anyone who actually reads all this deserves a gold star and all the cookies. 🌟 🍪

Hope you're ready for way too much information on the Abbottsford family...

Cam & Violet

Fox's parents are Violet and Campbell (a.k.a. Cam) Abbottsford.

Cam is a mechanical engineer who specializes in the design and development of medical and healthcare devices. He's a partner in his engineering firm, and is essentially his own boss. Violet is a red seal chef, and has been the head chef at the Harbourside Haven Hotel in Newcrest for several years.

Violet loves to travel. Cam isn't as thrilled about travelling as his wife is, mostly due to his anxiety, but he's fine as long as he and Violet are together, and he usually enjoys himself on their adventures. Their favourite place to go is Tartosa, as they both love warm weather, water sports and going to the beach. Violet loves Tartosan food, and Cam loves to photograph and paint Tartosan landscapes. They typically take a trip there for two weeks each year, coinciding with their wedding anniversary.

Violet and Cam have two children, fraternal twins Fox and Clancy. Fox is a registered social worker and works in the area of child welfare. Clancy is an officer with the Willow Creek Police Department.

Cam likes to joke that the gene for twins is exceptionally strong in their family. His mother and aunt, Catherine and Fae, are twins, Cam and his sister Fiona are twins, and he has two sets of twin grandchildren, Camellia & Forest and Midori & Willow. (Technically, Midori and Willow are two-thirds of a set of triplets, but they’re identical to each other).

Cam and Violet had a lot of misgivings about their son's relationship and subsequent marriage to another man. They didn't think Takahiro was an appropriate match for Fox, not only because he's a guy but also because he's from another country and English is not his first language. They were equally upset by Fox and Taka's decision to have children through what they refer to as "the alien science method".

Violet changed her mind the moment she saw Camellia, Forest and Matsu for the first time. She decided that if she wanted to have the privilege of being a grandmother, she would have to learn to set aside her prejudices. It wasn't easy for her to unlearn all the pre-conceived ideas she had about people from other countries, the morality of same-sex and mixed-race marriage, and the ethics of Sixamish reproductive technology, but now she considers her efforts more than worth it. She loves to spend time with her grandbabies and spoil them shamelessly.

Cam is still not entirely comfortable with Fox and Takahiro and their big, happy family. He can't say he doesn't love his grandkids, but he continues to struggle with his own beliefs. Although he does his best to keep his opinions to himself when he’s around the children, Taka and Fox are fully aware that he's not okay with many of their choices.

Forest is Cam's favourite. Camellia and Matsu, who are very perceptive, have already seen through Grandpa's efforts to hide his prejudices and they are not his number one fans. They don’t like spending time with him nearly as much as Forest does.

Fox and Taka won't allow Cam to be unsupervised with the kids. They prefer Violet or Clancy to be around as well. Both Violet and Clancy know why this is, but they've never discussed it with Cam as they know it'd likely cause a situation that none of them really want to deal with.

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Fox & Takahiro

Fox is a social worker, and he works for the provincial government, for the Department of Child and Family Services. His area of specialization is child welfare, and his caseload involves overseeing the wellbeing and developmental needs of kids in foster care, including ones who are being placed for adoption and those who are being re-integrated with their biological families. He's often thought about fostering, but he and Takahiro already have a full house, and it wouldn't be practical for them at the moment.

Takahiro is an early childhood educator. He currently works at a preschool, where all the students are three and four years old. His dream is to one day own and manage a daycare, but he thinks that will have to wait until his own kids are a bit older. Right now, he and Fox have their hands way too full to take on any extra responsibilities, especially something as big as that.

As a couple, Fox and Taka are a dynamic duo. They're good at balancing each other's strengths and weaknesses. Fox is a planner and organizer, and Taka is a person who gets things done. While Taka is good at seeing the big picture, Fox is extremely detail-oriented. They work well together as a team, and people who know them often joke that it's like they're thinking with the same brain. Of course that's not true; they have their disagreements, but they prefer to work out their differences in private. It's easy to appear as if they agree all the time about everything when they generally settle things between themselves before it somehow becomes public.

One of their secrets to success in their relationship is that they always put each other first. They both love their kids wholeheartedly, but no one is as important to them as each other. Despite the utter chaos of their work and home life sometimes, they make a conscious effort to have "grownup time". They still go on dates regularly, and every couple of months they try to get away overnight or sometimes even for a weekend without the kids. (The kids' favourite babysitter is Victor Okamoto-Nelson. Don't tell Aunt Clancy or Grandma Violet!)

Some of their friends don't agree with their approach, but they both think it's emotionally healthy for them to have time alone together. It allows the kids to get used to interacting with people other than their parents in a controlled, safe way in their own home, and it gives Taka and Fox the chance to rest, recharge and focus on things in their relationship that might need attention. It may be atypical, but it works for them.

As a matter of fact, there's nothing much that's typical about Fox and Takahiro's relationship. Their course was set on the day they first encountered each other, and they've been colouring outside the proverbial lines ever since.

After completing his Master’s degree in social work (child development & welfare), Fox decided to take a year to travel abroad. This was against the wishes of his extremely overprotective parents, who were convinced he’d never be able to look after himself and that something terrible would happen to him. Fox felt like he was essentially running away from home when he boarded a flight for Japan, and his parents felt the same way.

Fox struggled with being on his own in a new country, but he didn’t regret his decision to go there. He was having fun exploring and making art, and even though he was still scared and anxious sometimes, he found that he had far less anxiety while being on his own than when he lived at home.

He met Taka completely by accident; a fortunate and happy accident, as it turned out, as Taka quite literally saved his life.

One thing about Fox is that he has Type 1 diabetes, which he was diagnosed with at the age of six. He's insulin-dependent and has to maintain a balanced meal and snack schedule, and regularly monitor his blood glucose. When he does a lot of physical activity, his blood sugar can drop quickly, so that's something he always has to be aware of... but sometimes he gets distracted and he forgets.

That's what happened to him while he was hiking on Yukimatsu. He was busy taking pictures and daydreaming about all the paintings he was going to make based on his photos, and wasn't entirely paying attention to his footing. Because his blood sugar was already low (which he also wasn't really paying attention to), he wasn't as steady on his feet as usual and he fell and seriously injured his leg. Another symptom of low blood sugar is disorientation/confusion, and he was also in shock from his injury, so he lay in the snow for quite some time and didn't have the wherewithal to figure out that he should use his phone to call for help.

Taka was up on the mountain walking his dog when he noticed Fox lying under a tree. Long story short, Taka was able to call for help. Later, Taka came to see him in the hospital and check up on how he was doing, and what started as a chance encounter on the mountain suddenly became a friendship.

If anyone were to ask Fox and Taka, they'd both say they don't really believe in love at first sight, but they do believe in attraction at first sight and they're both firm believers in destiny. That day on the mountain, both of them somehow knew they were meant to be together.

They met in November, and by spring, they were sure. Fox proposed to Taka in June, and at the beginning of August when Fox returned to Canada, Taka went with him.

They may have promised themselves to each other quickly, but they had a long engagement. Taka went to college in Canada and earned his diploma in Early Childhood Education, which took two years. After that, they returned to Japan to get married and have their honeymoon there as well.

Currently, they live in Willow Creek, but they're having their new house built in the nearby town of Newcrest, not far from Fox's parents and sister. They're hoping to move into it soon, in time for their older children to start at their new school in September.

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The Abbottsford Kids

These six beautiful kids are here thanks to the scientific miracle of Sixamish reproduction technology. From oldest to youngest, they are Camellia, Forest, Matsu, Midori, Willow and Takashi (this isn't the order they're arranged in for the picture, unfortunately).

Fox and Takahiro didn't actually plan to have six kids, but they're not complaining about it in the least. Initially, they both went through the alien reproduction procedure at the same time and assumed they'd each have one baby. In hindsight, Fox thought they really shouldn't have been shocked he had two, considering the high instance of twins in his family tree. Camellia, Forest and Matsu all have the same birthday, with the twins being only a couple of hours older than Matsu.

Later, they tried again, once more assuming that it'd be a singleton (and being very wrong about it yet again). They decided that Fox should be the one to do the procedure for a second time. Despite the doctors telling them the first time that Fox was the higher-risk candidate for the procedure, it was Taka who had all the complications. Fox breezed though it the first time, relatively speaking, so it seemed more logical for him to be the one to repeat the process.

Fox's second procedure wasn't nearly as smooth sailing as the first one. The Sixamish doctors hadn't found it out of the ordinary when both implants had turned out to be viable with the first procedure, so they weren't surprised at all when there were two viable implants with the second one as well. Things started to go off the rails a bit when the doctor performed a scan and realized that there were actually three fetuses. Monozygotic (identical) twins are fairly uncommon with the procedure, although certainly not unheard of, but what made the circumstances so rare was that the second implant had also remained viable.

The doctor recommended a fetal reduction to terminate one or more of them, because of the increased risk of complications with carrying multiples, but Fox and Taka wouldn't even consider that option. They couldn't imagine losing any of them and decided the risk was worth it. Fox was unwell to the point where he spent the last couple of months before the triplets' arrival on bed rest, the final three weeks of which were spent in the hospital. In the end, the triplets came a few weeks earlier than full-term. They were small, but they were all perfectly healthy, and everyone was beyond relieved that everything had worked out.

Birthdays in the Abbottsford household are easy to remember. Camellia, Forest and Matsu share their birthday on 23 January, right in between Fox's birthday on the 16th and Taka's on the 29th. The triplets' birthday is 9 August.

Camellia, the oldest by a couple of minutes (as she frequently reminds her twin brother Forest), is the clear leader among the siblings and the self-styled Queen of Everything. She's outgoing and fearless, and enjoys defying expectations. She loves playing all kinds of sports, camping, doing tricks on her bike, climbing trees, playing in the mud, and generally wreaking havoc. Camellia is definitely not a girly-girl, and her dads have given up trying to get her to wear anything pink or anything with lace or frills. One of her favourite things is gardening, and she has her very own little vegetable patch as well as some camellia flowers.

Forest is the polar opposite of his twin. He's shy around strangers and hesitant to try anything new, and he can be extremely clingy, particularly with Fox. His favourite things to do are reading, listening to music, learning to play piano, and making art. Forest is already showing signs of being artistically gifted, and he loves nothing better than to spend a quiet hour or two upstairs in the studio, painting with Fox.

Forest and Camellia are very close, so much so that some people think their attachment is unhealthy. Fox knows better, of course. He's extremely close with his own twin, Clancy, and the two of them shared a room up until the point when he moved out of their parents' house. He doesn't mind that Forest and Camellia insist on staying together in one room, although he and Taka would like them to have their own rooms when they get older and are working towards that once they move into their new house.

Like Fox, both Camellia and Forest have Type 1 diabetes. They were diagnosed within weeks of each other just after they turned five. Camellia is completely unfazed by the necessity of getting insulin injections every day and even wants to try doing it by herself. Sometimes Fox lets her "help" him with his own injection, which makes her feel super important and grown up. Forest, on the other hand, hates getting shots and doesn't even want to look at the needles, much less try to do it by himself. Fox constantly encourages him to get involved in his treatment (and to be more brave in general) because he doesn't want Forest to develop irrational fears of everything, like he did.

Matsu, the third child, is the social butterfly of the group. He makes friends easily and seems to know everyone. When he was little, his dads had to keep a close eye on him whenever they went out anywhere because Matsu had a tendency to run up to strangers, introduce himself and try to hug them. Matsu continues to be affectionate and loves cuddles, especially from Taka who is the undisputed hugging champion of the household.

Matsu loves all kinds of sports, but especially soccer and swimming. He's full of mischief and is up to any challenge his sister Camellia throws his way. On any given day after school, Matsu and Camellia can be found playing in the mud with their toy trucks, building tree forts, kicking the soccer ball around, or racing around the block on their bikes. Matsu's other favourite thing is cooking and baking. He loves to help in the kitchen, and thinks it's great when somebody comments on food that he's helped to prepare.

Midori is the oldest triplet, with identical sister Willow coming next. Takashi, the youngest triplet, is the baby of the family by a few minutes.

The running joke in the family is that Midori and Willow are clones. Not only do they look identical, but they're also similar in personality. They can be silly and mischievous at home or around other family members, but they tend to be more reserved around people they don't know well. They're not shy and will happily play with other kids, but they prefer to be approached first. Willow is slightly more outgoing than Midori and seems to be the leader more often, with Midori as her willing follower.

Willow and Midori have already figured out that they look exactly the same, and that many people can't tell them apart. They like to pretend to be each other just to confuse people. This works especially well on Grandpa Cam, who still can't tell them apart. It does not, however, work on their dads, and the girls are extremely confused themselves as to why Daddy and Papa always think it's so funny when they respond to each other's names.

Midori's favourite things include playing in the kiddie pool and splash pad, dancing, and being read to. Willow loves to paint, dance, and sing. Taka and Fox may not have gotten a girly-girl the first time, but they have double the opportunity with Willow and Midori, who are princesses at heart and will joyfully wear all the ribbons and frills.

Takashi is a lot like his sister Camellia in personality. He's a charmer and a huge ball of energy. If there's paint on the floor, food on the wall or any other sort of mess, it's a safe bet Takashi is responsible for it. He's constantly moving, and it's really a group effort to keep an eye on him at all times. Takashi will climb anything, crawl into any small space and generally do any wild thing that pops into his little head.

Takashi loves to run around and try to play ball with his older siblings. He's always happy when Camellia plays trucks with him, and he especially loves it when she makes up her own adventure stories to tell him. He's also very cuddly, and will happily go to anyone for attention and hugs.

Random fact about the kids - Camellia, Forest & Willow have middle names, while Matsu, Midori & Takashi don't.

#sapphire answers #the abbottsfords #meet the abbottsfords #stargazersims

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eohpmdsteams · 1 year

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Destino: So what, you just go around doing missions for other Pokémon? *they do an incredibly exaggerated yawn* That sounds just so boring. So much responsibility. Like, do you even get paid enough for this?

Bluey: "But since I doubt the answer of us liking to help and wanting to be heroes will please you, I can give the more monetary answer. We got over 700 poke from just one mission. So the pay is good."

"Plus there is plenty of food, decent healthcare, and parental leave of absence as needed. Both of our families were explorers, officers, or guild workers. I mean my Grandpa Verde was no joke in his guild! Plus my dad was a fairy type who liked to help people, maybe it rubbed off on me."

#blueythepawniard #pawniard #ask-the-royal-absol #destinotheabsol #absol #ask #askblog #pokemon #forgive her she a salty sasspot

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First, I want to say that you don't have to respond to this ask!!! but I saw your posts about feeling pretty discouraged about work and I wanted to drop a quick message to remind you that you are doing great, even if you don't feel it. I am not a nurse and I could never be a nurse but my mum is an RN so I'm not completely oblivious to what it is like. Let's be honest, working in healthcare (especially these days) is insanely difficult! And being a young person going into the work sphere as an actual professional is insanely difficult! And doing both at the same time?! Holy smokes! So no doubt things are tough right now (and shift work messing up your sleep schedule definitely wouldn't help). You are in a stressful environment with likely high levels of burnout but that does not reflect negatively on you at all. But take a deep breath and remind yourself that you are doing great, because you are. It will all work out in the end so if it hasn't worked out, it's not the end. Be kind to yourself ❤️

(and I realize this is totally unsolicited so I sincerely hope this message doesn't make you feel worse or uncomfortable, just want to say that you aren't alone. And if you ever need a sounding board, my inbox is always open. Sending you big hugs)

hi bub <3 first of all i really appreciate you taking time out of your day to even send this to me :( i’ve been feeling incredibly alone and overwhelmed during this time in my life, like i moved, started this crazy intense and high stress job, went through my grandpa passing away, and just overall struggling to find healthy coping mechanisms that help for me especially at work 😭 this week was really bad performance wise for me and i got a new nighttime preceptor since my other one decided to go casual, and to be honest i have not been able to connect well with her :( she kinda gives me the cold shoulder and does not make me feel competent in the slightest ;( it’s been really hard esp bc i’m halfway through orientation already and they’re starting to give me harder patients. i just don’t feel supported maybe is what i’m trying to say, and like, no matter how much i open up about other coworkers, they’re always like “you’ll get through it it’s normal to be this way” but honestly is it really ?? am i too stupid to be here? did they make a mistake in hiring me? will i ever be competent enough to be on my own with difficult patients? i really am finding it hard to see light at the end of the tunnel right now 😭 i need to find support somehow bc if not i fear this second half of orientation is going to eat me up alive :(

i knew healthcare was hard and i wanted to be a helpful person and take care of babies but i didn’t know how much this was going to affect me so i just really hope it all works out in the end bc right now it doesn’t seem that way :( i apologize for word vomiting all over this, i guess i just don’t know what to do and i feel so overwhelmed and i feel like a disappointment and failure … idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

#asks #being simba #i really appreciate your kind words truly they are so nice and supportive #i just think this is a thing im going to have to o welcome myself but i just need to proper support :(

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Hi! I found these amazing question inspired on Taylor Swift’s album, so I thought your swifties MCs would appreciate them :) idk if Zoe is, but feel free to answer for her too ❤ (is there even a Taylor Swift in her world? Lol) 1/2

Debut: when did you find out your life’s passion?

Fearless: what is one thing you did that scared you, but you did it anyway?

Speak now: what is something you did by yourself that you are most proud of?

Red: what life event put through hell, but you ended up better for it?

1989: what makes you feel most free/at ease?

Nonny, this is such an interesting/fun series of questions. I will answer for Casey & Kaycee as one since they have the same background until the beginning of book 2, but in cases where they do veer (if it's an event that took place after, or since they have different personalities, they may differ), I will point it out. Because I'm extra - I'll also give their favorite song from each album - which def may be different.

Debut: When did you find out your life’s passion? K/C knew they wanted to be a doctor from a very young age. Rose nearly died when she was four, and they wished they could help her. That, coupled with a toy doctor's kit her grandpa gave her, already had her thinking that was what she wanted to do, and she never veered from it. It was also this experience, seeing her family struggle terribly financially, the lack of support systems in place for families dealing with critical illnesses, and the disparity in healthcare in the US, which was already evident to Casey, and it already pissed her off. She was well on the path to what she would become. Kaycee's favorite: Teardrops on my Guitar Casey's favorite: Our Song (No reason, they just like them and remind them of that time in their lives. My fave? Tim McGraw - why? I saw her perform it before anyone knew her name, and I said, "She is going to be huge?" My friend Gary said, "No, she isn't," and I have never let him live it down. lol)

Fearless: What is one thing you did that scared you, but you did it anyway? OK, different answers here.

For Casey, it was pursuing her goal to be a doctor and wanting to be the best at it. She wasn't the first in her family to go to college, but she was the first that went to top schools, who lived away from home, and who was in some of the most rigorous programs in the country. It was new, it was scary, and she did it without a huge financial safety net. But she never wavered, never gave up, even when some tried to convince her that taking it down a notch may have been a good idea (never her parents, but other family members did this.)

For Kaycee, all the above is true, but for her, it was pursuing Ethan even after his Amazon stunt. In her heart of hearts, she knew that they were meant to be together, but she also knew that she was only half of that decision-making process. She really struggled with if she should just get over him or try to see this through, and in the end, she knew she had to try, even if it broke her heart.

Casey & Kaycee's favorite: Is Forever & Always. It got them through some rough breakups lol (My fave? That and also The Way I Loved You and You Belong With Me, no real reasons, just do. lol)

Speak now: What is something you did by yourself that you are most proud of?

For both, it was going away to NYU and pursuing their dreams, knowing it was such an upward battle. But she did it, and she excelled.

Favorite song: (for both) Back to December - because it's a freaking classic. (That's one of mine, but Mean and Never Grow Up have such personal meaning to me, they're tied.)

Red: What life event put you through hell, but you ended up better for it?

Offh. Tough one. Both women have several Their mom's illness as a child for sure, their first heartbreak with Tomas, and of course, the chemical attack come to mind. For Casey, the birth of her third daughter (and the aftermath) would also be up there.

Favorite song: Like the whole damn album. lol Ugh, to pick? I mean, All Too Well has to be theirs, mine, and everyone else's because it's perfection lol Casey might think We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together because it was her reset era song, and Begin Again because it reminds her of when she and Tobias got together. Kaycee may say I Almost Do and Starlight. Me - I say the whole freaking album - and some of the songs on the new version are gold.

1989: What makes you feel most free/at ease?

The same for both women, but with different men. Being in love with Ethan (Kaycee) and Tobias (Casey). When love is the real deal, it's your home. It's where you can be yourself and always feel loved, accepted, and understood. IT's one place you never have to hide, and that is the most freeing feeling in the world.

Favorite song: Hmm. Style and Blank Space. Trite. Perhaps, but they're good songs. (My favorites too, but this was not my favorite album)

I'm going to do the part 2 of this real soon! :)

#taylor stuff #asks answered

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(topics mentioned in post: ER, psych hosp, medical neglect, cops, death/grief, self-injury)

okay!! the life update is that I was in the ER again with Robin on Saturday from like… 1:30 to 7:30 pm? ish? because he wanted to have an inpatient psych hospital stay because he’s been feeling really bad and needs to be able to adjust meds in a supervised environment without having to also handle the bullshit logistics and general extreme neglect of [Local Big Queer Health System], that is the super brief summary, and going to the ER is the starting point to being referred.

It didn’t work that day because the ER was ridiculously busy and there weren’t beds; also someone there was in acute crisis and smashing up the nearby room they had been locked in. So like, we’re in a bright loud hallway full of beds because there are zero rooms and zero private curtained areas even, hearing sounds of a really distressed person physically trying to batter down the door/escape by throwing heavy objects at it, and healthcare people being weird and shitty about that; so cops came to arrest that person(!) and things were extra chaotic and slow.

Anyway, we left without anything really happening other than staff making some phone calls, and he left the house early Sunday to stay with his parents and try again at a different ER today.

Then Lace came over and I hung out with them for a long time, which was lovely and helpful.

I took my birthday and Friday off so I’m trying to catch up on work today but also all of this + my grandpa’s death and funeral and shiva + just like. extended ramifications of health and social issues that happened over the past few months have really fucked me up and I’m freaked out about being mostly alone for an extended period of time yet also have fairly little capacity to socialize or “check in” with people or figure out what would help etc. I don’t think I can work normally rn so I’m trying to maybe get some leave or a reduced schedule or something? Being alone actually helped me regulate a bit because I didn’t have to be helpful or calm but like also I don’t think I’ll be normal for some time, my arms are all bruised up from biting myself in my own distress earlier, I can barely concentrate on anything, I clearly need to be taken care of and rest myself but I don’t know that I have that many options because I’ve missed all this work already. I don’t even have a therapist rn because I haven’t had capacity or energy to look for a new one after my old psychiatrist-therapist ghosted me, since I want someone who isn’t stupid about my myriad BASIC life circumstances like being trans and queer and ???autistic and nonmonogamous and whatever. I keep wanting to call him but literally everyone I talk to is like “it was unprofessional of him to ghost you, you should not see him again and you should be mad at him about this” so I guess I won’t even though I still don’t feel mad at him.

thank u for reading my distressing ramblings, I may continue with distressing ramblings in the days ahead and probably delete some after. Also if you are looking at this and you know me irl and live nearby but haven’t offered any help recently with our general situation, do not offer now, I’m really not interested in or capable of communicating about this in a nuanced way that will leave you feeling good. I don’t think anyone who falls into that category is reading this, but just in case.

#mine

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for me, i was always aware of kpop but no groups really caught my attention until mamamoo but i didn’t really follow up with them until i got into ateez and started finding about more groups

the testing went okay, there were news reporter at the place i was taking the test and was praying they won’t ask me about how it went cuz i’d probably bawl my eyes out. the results don’t come out until the 27th which is pretty nerve wrecking but i think it’ll be fine, after that (hopefully) the next time i send an ask i’ll be a uni student woohooo honestly why’d no one ever say about how hard it is to choose a major 😭😭 losing my mindddddd

HOW DO YOU DO IT

OMG!! i was wondering abt you!!! i'm happy to see you back !!! <3

i didn't really know abt kpop until 2016. i'm not sure if i even knew it existed?? that's so cool that ateez was your first group!!! what was your first comeback w them???

and omg!! yay uni!!!!! i hope for positive results omg!!!!!! i wish i could tell you that there's no use in worrying because that won't help, but ik that's just a load of bullshit and you'll worry regardless lmao

i also applied to a uni!!! and i'll also reveal some of my backstory lmao so!! at 18 i chose a program that would open doors to a job that offered job security and good money and healthcare and all that jazz!!! but the program!! fucking made me extremely mentally ill. the time i started writing on tumblr was one of the darkest points in my life, and it was. very bad! i won't go into details!! but i tried to stay in the program because, at that point, i had put two years into it and i knew my family really wanted me to go through with it. i knew it was the best option for me and my skills.

but during july a few things happened. my grandpa fell and broke his hip and that like. idk? snapped something into me? and it made me realized i needed a job where i felt fulfilled as a person, where i was able to do the things that i love. so, without telling anyone in my family, i dropped out of my program and got with an advisor and made plans to switch into the liberal arts department and focus on getting an english diploma. i told my family everything after i had solidified the plans (don't do this!! i didn't do this on impulse. i did tons of research on the requirements for an english bachelors and the best way to do it and what everything i would need to do, etc. i don't do big steps impulsively, no matter what it seems like). and this spring i will be finishing up one half of my degree and come autumn i will be at uni beginning to do the second half of my english bachelors and getting a teaching certificate!!! i'll also probably try to do a minors in history.

all this being said: you don't know what you want to do. at 18 i went into the first program knowing i didn't want to do it but trying to bear it because it was the best path to try and get myself into a better financial and social standing than my parents. but it wasn't until literally four months ago? that i knew for sure that i couldn't do the program and i wanted to do something i loved.

i don't know how college works in your country!!!! and idk if you've already been going through college!! but i strongly recommend just getting the general things out of the way before you even think about worrying about what you want to do. through doing general coursework you can get an idea of what you like to do and what you're good at. i really believe in getting all the facts of something before you make a decision, and i recommend getting all the facts about who you are, what you like and what you love, before trying to commit to something that'll last a lifetime.

#katie: talks #from runneren #ask #long post #— jupiter is talking

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“You don’t even have free healthcare” BECAUSEEEEE listen there’s a saying like ask stupid questions get stupid answers and then fuck around and find out this is the find out

My grandma and grandpa (next door neighbors to me) took care of me and my sister during the day/night when my mom worked and we played outside because tf else were we to do we were poor

And the neighbors one day came down from the top of their hill and started yelling at my grandma about us so my grandpa came out and was like “don’t yell at my wife you talk to me if you have problems” so he swung and my grandpa laid him out

He went to the hospital, never seen him again but he had to sell his house cuz he was a douchebag he fucked around he found out

Another one of my neighbors had a meth lab and if you don’t know what that is then never mind and it blew up one day while he was inside he fucked around he found out

Another one decided he was going to stand on his horse and his brother kicked the damn thing and of fucking course it flipped its shit he fucked around he found out

In my town alone there were five cases (all dropped) of defending property because people, again, decided to fuck around and they, obviously, found out

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Surprisingly, being an atheist in healthcare is lonely. via /r/atheism

Surprisingly, being an atheist in healthcare is lonely.

I guess I just need a place to vent to people who will understand. I work in a hospital in the southeastern US doing cardiac ultrasound. I think it’s a great job, and very rewarding, but….it’s a hospital. Not everything is pretty, and not everything ends well.

All of my coworkers as well as my superviser are Christians. This in itself doesn’t bother me as it rarely comes up, and none of them have ever said anything disparaging about non-religious people. But every now and then something unusual will happen. A patient who was doing very poorly turns a corner and makes a recovery, for example. They always say “oh, that’s god. That could only be god.”

Well was it god who made them so sick in the first place? Did god give all those people Covid and let them die alone? Did god give the newborn sepsis? What about the failed surgery that landed an otherwise healthy person on ECMO (heart/lung bypass machine)? Seems like god is trying his hardest to kill everyone.

I know my coworkers have been in the room when someone has died unexpectedly, or something goes wrong. We have all seen cancer patients and congenital defects and mental illness and dementia. But “god” only gets praises, because “god” only does the good things: the successful surgery, coming OFF of the ventilator, the “recovery” from a stroke even if the patient can no longer care for themselves.

Not long ago I had a patient’s family member in the room as I was doing my scan, and they started talking about how amazing god is for making the heart so intricate and how people could never replicate it, and “people who don’t believe in god….something’s wrong with them.”

Hm, I don’t know, maybe because this “design” actually sucks for being executed by an omniscient, omnipotent being? Your family member just had a stroke. Yeah, fucking brilliant.

I wish I had been able to respond with more than noncommittal silence. Sometimes the baby dies on Christmas Eve. Sometimes the person going for a routine procedure never comes home. Sometimes Grandma has to be put in restraints because her brain is eaten by dementia. Sometimes Grandpa’s aorta ruptures and he doesn’t even make it to the hospital.

We see a lot of suffering- we also see a lot of recovery, which I love. But I hate feeling like I’m seen as the asshole for challenging their god, who made hospitals have to exist in the first place.

Submitted January 05, 2023 at 06:25AM by lurklark (From Reddit https://ift.tt/O5kmD4e)

#reddit

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comradekatara · 4 years

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people keep saying they want this AU so okay here you go here’s the AU

I call it: grandpa aang

imagine that dumbass roku actually did his job and convinced sozin not to commit genocide against the air nomads and colonize the world

sozin’s still a terrible person, but maintains that shittiness to within the borders of the fire nation, wherein he bleeds the lower classes dry, defunds the arts, kills dragons for sport, privatizes healthcare and education, etc. his notions of imperialist conquest remain a long-forgotten pipe dream by the time he dies

azulon carries on his father’s legacy of being a power-obsessed dickhead, but he doesn’t wage war

his second son, ozai, wants the throne, clear as day. he thinks the world deserves to know their nation’s glory

crown prince iroh’s son, lu ten, dies. ozai uses this opportunity to put promote himself in front of his father. it does not go well. then it does. he is crowned firelord shortly after

his son speaks out against the war his father has begun waging on the world. he is challenged to an agni kai and banished.

the avatar is a jolly old airbender named aang. ozai tells zuko “bring him to me in chains, and only then can you come home.” zuko, being the traumatized 13 year old that he is, believes him.

iroh advises him against this plan. he tells zuko he does not have the proper training to go up against the avatar. he tells him that even if he did, what would it accomplish? zuko yells at him for being a fat, lazy old man who doesn’t understand honor. iroh sighs.

zuko shows up at the southern air temple barely a week after he can get out of bed again after the injury. there’s a huge bandage covering his eye and ear, and he’s embarassed about the fact that he stumbles when he walks. he can’t even firebend properly anymore because he finds the slightest provocation of a flame terrifying.

no matter. he needs to capture the avatar. that is what his father said would redeem him, so that is what must be done.

he demands to see the avatar, so that he may fight him. iroh ...questions this tactic, but zuko insists that this is how one should capture the avatar—with honor. the air nomads are just like “who is this strange lost child and how did he break into the southern air temple which was heretofore inaccessible to non-airbenders?”

they take him to see aang, 109 and fit as a fiddle. aang’s like “oh have you come here because you want me to heal whatever happened to your head, considering the size of that bandage?”

and zuko’s like “what???? no???? I’m absolutely FINE. GREAT, EVEN. I’ve come to FIGHT YOU.”

aang’s like “oh no I don’t do that. I’m a pacifist. also you’re like..... a baby?”

meanwhile, iroh is totally geeking out because he’s never actually been to an air temple before and it’s so beautiful and lively and full of joy and spiritualism, so unlike the culture of the fire nation.

zuko is very mad that aang won’t fight him. if aang doesn’t accept his challenge then it’s not a fair match. and he’s like “no you don’t UNDERSTAND I have to kidnap you FAIR AND SQUARE.”

he says fuck it, azula would probably just shoot a fireball at the old man anyway, so he does. it’s a pretty big fireball, all things considered (he is very angry). nonetheless, aang blocks it easily. zuko keeps attacking him, but aang just walks over to him and is like “okay that’s enough of that.”

zuko is distraught because without aang he can’t go home and he’ll be banished forever. aang’s like “wait what?” and gets zuko to explain to him what happened. so aang’s like “okay then, change of plan: you’ve captured me. let’s go to the fire nation.”

zuko is so relieved that he actually gets to go home, he doesn’t understand why aang just surrendered to him, but he doesn’t really care. the fire nation is pretty heavy on the anti-avatar propaganda so zuko gives him the smallest room on his ship and makes half his crew guard him so that he doesn’t escape. aang doesn’t mind. he’s ready to have some Words with the firelord.

on the journey home, he tries to talk some sense into a very angry and traumatized zuko. zuko’s laments that he’s even worse than uncle

zuko shows up with the avatar in chains (aang could break free at literally any moment but none of them need to know that). ozai’s like “what the fuck.” aang’s like “WHAT THE FUCK IS RIGHT.”

“this boy is twelve—“ “thirteen, actually, and practically an adult??” “okay, fine, this LEETLE TEENY BABY BOY is THIRTEEN, and you BURNED HIS FACE OFF???????”

“there is a perfectly logical explanation for that,” says ozai, “and that is because. I hate him.”

aang asks if there were any witnesses to the affair. he soon learns that “of course there were, the entire court was there to spectate the event!” he knew that agni kais were a thing, but only as a vague idea. he didn’t realize people actually maintained the practice, to this day, frequently. he likes to think of himself as a pretty open-minded guy who understands and values cultural differences, but that’s totally barbaric and definitely crosses the line.

he declares that as the avatar, as it is his job to maintain balance, he cannot allow for ozai to keep the throne, as his quest for power would clearly harm the whole world. his new best friend/adopted son iroh takes the throne instead. he doesn’t particularly want it, a changed man ever since his son died, but if it is what must be done.

aang stays in the fire nation for a while, helping to oversee a peaceful transition between firelords. he becomes zuko’s (and azula’s) honorary grandpa, and they feed turtleducks in the garden every day.

#AUs #aang #zuko #iroh #ozai #HE GOT NO DEPTH PERCEPTION AND HES READY 2 FITE GOD!!!!!

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FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ASKS ABOUT HOW YOU LIKED THAT CHAPTER

OR IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT PLEASE TELL ME WHY

THANK :)

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 13:

Anchors Away

Clay was bored, wandering around the mall with nothing to do. Thomas was at practice, Noelle was at work at the aquarium. He was alone again and he really didn’t like it. Leo was busy cleaning the apartment for his mom who is showing up later tonight and Reg was hanging out at the rink.

Clay thought about going to the rink but everytime he goes for longer than 20 minutes he gets a head cold. He was walking past a recently closed store and heard faint music coming from inside. He walked in and noticed a small table set up with two men who were jokingly singing along to the song.

Clay took note of all the posters around the small store.

‘Feeling like you need a purpose in life?’ Yeah, he does. Everyone around him is doing actual things with their lives. Reg has started going to art school for errotic photography and portraits. Leo has been selling horses over video calls with rich clients and helping his mother set up times for the clients to go down and visit the horses at the ranch. Obviously, the hockey boys are playing hockey. Noelle is a year away from graduating and was recently promoted, and Clay just kind of existed…

Leo jokingly called him a houseboy when he mentioned how he just stays at home and cleans, now that's all he is ever called by Leo and Reg and it really makes Clay feel worthless. He knows they don’t mean anything by it but…. It still stings.

He moves on to the next poster. “Want financial benefits, healthcare, and more?”

That would be nice, to make his own money for once instead of his parents randomly filling his account with too much money. Something he knows he shouldn’t complain about but he wants to make a name for himself.

‘Join the U.S Navy.’ He paused, he doesn’t know a lot about his birth family, but he does know they were in the military. He has no clue which branch and he knows if he asked his parents they would help him in a heartbeat. But maybe this was a way to find out on his own.

He left the mall feeling lighter, a pep in his step.

He just enlisted in the navy. He was going to make something of himself and maybe even feel like he isn’t just watching his friends and partners pass him by.

Then it hit him, the one thing Leo and him promised each other they would never do is join the military. Because they both know how it fucks people up. Leo lost his uncle, and Clay’s dad lost his own father to PTSD from not having proper care after. Maybe he just screwed up…. But there was no going back now. He wouldn’t.

Walking in the house, Noelle was looking beautiful. She was wearing a pair of sweats rolled up twice at the waist and one of Clay’s old ratty t-shirts. Her curly hair was in her normal ponytail and she was putting on her sneakers. She looked tired from work.

Earlier in the week when Clay and Leo announced Eloise was coming to visit for a few days Noelle started stressing immediately. She has always worried about meeting parents because they always seem to dislike her when they first lay eyes on her, she blames it on her chronic RBF. Clay reassured her that Eloise would love her and actually already loves her from all the stories Clay has told her on her weekly calls.

Eloise was coming tonight, fuck! It was his birthday today and he forgot to mention it! Oops...

Thomas was sitting next to her, freshly showered in his own sweats and t-shirt looking relaxed, he was wearing some socks with little hamsters on them that Clay found for him a while ago. It made his heart jump and he felt his face stretch into a smile. He was scrolling through his phone and Thomas’ whole face opened up in a bright smile as soon as he saw Clay. He made Clay feel so special in a specific way, a way that is so different from how Noelle does and he loves them both.

He needs to tell them that.

“I have something to tell you guys… honestly, I don’t know how you will react but what's done is done.” He puts his hands in his jean pockets and taps the hell of his boots to the toe of his other boot. He was fidgeting and knew the other two noticed. It made him even more nervous.

“That doesn’t sound like good news.” Thomas looks at him a bit worried. His smile was still there but it fell slightly and Clay just wanted to fix it. He noticed Noelle had paused stomping on her shoes, oddly similar to Logan, it made him want to stop what he was going to say but… communication is important!

“Well, I first need you guys to promise me something, then I will make Finn and Logan promise the same thing when we see them because I know I will have to tell them.” He has to tell them, so they are ready for Leo just, not being okay.

And it was all gonna be Clay’s fault.

“What's the promise?” Noelle finishes putting on her shoe and looks up at him. She is trying her best to keep her face neutral but he could tell the wheels were turning in her brain.

“Do not tell Leo, I need to be the one to tell him… and I know he isn’t going to react well. Same goes for Reg but I will probably tell him a lot sooner than Leo.” He keeps on switching his feet that he is tapping and finally looks at them.

It’s now or never.

“I enlisted in the navy today.”

“Okay, Reg and I are going to pick up Ma and then we will be right back!” Leo has been all smiles all day. Finn knew he was close to his mom but this is just adorable.

“Drive safe!” Leo and Reg wave as they leave the apartment and as soon as the door closes Clay is standing in front of Finn and Logan who are snuggled together on the couch. Logan was wrapped up in Leo’s favorite blanket that his grandpa made for him before he passed away. It was a woven blanket with an image of Peanut on it. That blanket has seen Leo and Clay in their worst moments.

He was surprised Logan wasn’t scared of it given his fear of horses.

“Alright you two, I need to tell you something and it needs to be kept secret from Leo and Reg, if you so much as tell them a peep I will never forgive you. That will make family reunions super awkward.” Finn looks up from his phone where he and Logan were reading the comments on their latest tiktok on their joined account.

“Don’t look at me.” Finn raises his hand on surrender and looks at Logan who rolls his eyes annoyed and snatches Finn’s phone away to keep reading the comments.

“I enlisted in the navy-” Clay didn’t even get the full sentence out before Logan had thrown the phone down on the cushion next to him and Finn covered his mouth with his hand looking shocked.

“YOU DID WHAT?”

“Mama!” Leo hugs Eloise tightly as she drops her bags to hug him back. “How was the flight?” He squeezes her tightly before noticing her new hearing aid is flashing is three blinks then a pause and three more blinks. “I think your hearing aid is dying. Make sure to charge them when we get home.” She either ignores him or doesn’t hear him even though she can normally hear him this close.

“Rick was a great pilot as always, even let me bring y’all some moonshine he made. It's watermelon and raspberry!.” Eloise pulls away after one last squeeze and sees Reg and her smile widens. “Reg! I’m so happy you’re here!” She waits for him to open his arms as an invitation to hug him so she knows he is comfortable with her touching him and she does as soon as he opens his arms. Tighter than she did Leo. “Have you been eating well? How about sleeping? Did you ever enroll in college?”

“Yes, yes and yes.” Reg can’t help but laugh when she picks him up still hugging him and sways him around. He isn’t used to this much affection from a mother figure but… they love it.

“I’m so proud of you for following your dream.” She pulls away and smiles at him with a sincere smile and brushes his hair back. “Your hair looks nice by the way.”

“Thank you.” Reg and Leo help her with her bags and pack them into the truck and drive the short way back to the apartment. Talking about everything and anything. The door man sends a wink Eloise’s way and she holds up her left hand where her wedding ring is. Letting him know she is taken. Walking up to the apartment they smell an odd smell through the door and everyone shares a look.

“I promise it doesn't normally smell this way unless… oh no.”

“What does that mean!?” She leans over to Reg to whisper as Leo fiddles with his key in the lock.

“It means Finn and Logan tried to cook something.” Reg whispers to Eloise as Leo opens the door, Clay was the first to greet them, smiling his million dollar smile he hugs Elosie so tight it surprises her.

“Hello Bluebell! I was surprised I didn’t see you at the airport. How are you doing sweetheart! Twenty years old today! You’re all growing up so fast.” She kisses his forehead and they pull apart. “You look good. Your mother wants you to call her later tonight so she can sing happy birthday.”

“It's your birthday!” Noelle pipes up and looks at Clay offended. “And you didn’t tell us!” He cringes before turning to her.

“Oh, I guess I forgot.” He walks over to her and kisses her cheek while Eloise puts her hand on her chest from just how cute they are.

“Seems like that should have been the first thing you told us this morning instead of, ‘ I feel like a jellyfish’.” Thomas laughs a little and kisses both Noelle and Clay’s cheeks. “So cute.”

“It slipped my mind!”

“Okay, what is that smell?” Leo leads Eloise towards the kitchen after she is done fawning over how cute those three are. Finn and Logan are suspiciously standing in the way of the countertop right next to the stove. “What are you hiding?”

Finn turns bright red and Logan looks anywhere but Leo. Eloise sets her purse on the counter and walks over to them, giving them both kisses on the cheek.

“What did you make us?”

“Well… we tried to make a cake from your cookbook-”

“It didn’t go very well.” They both move to the side to reveal a lopsided cake with some diluted frosting dripping off and random coconut flakes floating around on it. “Can you at least tell what it is?” Logan casually turned the plate so the ‘good side’ was facing Leo and Eloise.

“Umm… not really. Do you mind just telling us?” Eliose was examining the cake, trying to figure out what cinnamon cake she had in her cookbook. None that she can remember.

“Something called,” Finn walks over to the book and notices Clay and Reg standing to the side with their phones up and probably recording. “Divinity Cake.” The room was suddenly really still and quiet. Eloise looked like she was about to cry and Leo was just staring at the cake in shock.

Then Eloise brokedown in laughter, to the point where she was laughing so hard she was on the ground holding her stomach and crying. Finn and Logan were visibly confused and looked to Leo for an explanation, only to find him trying to conceal his laughter in the crooks of his arm.

“Oh my god! What is so funny?” Logan looks at the cookbook and then back at the cake. It looked terrible but they tried their best! They didn’t burn the house down at least.

“Oh my lovely lovely boys.” Leo wraps an arm around both their shoulders and pulls them in close so they are all cheek to cheek for a moment. “Divinity cake is usually cooked for your in-laws in the south.. To prove you are worthy of being a good wife.” explains through his laughing breaks. “This is amazing.”

Eloise eventually stands up and dabs her eyes so she doesn’t smear her makeup. Pulling the two embarrassed boys into a tight hug. “Y’all are so sweet. Thank you for the cake.” She gives them both sloppy kisses on the cheeks and then pats where she just kissed. “Alright I’m going to put my things in the guest room and then we can cook something up for y’all to eat.” She smiles and takes most of her bags to the guest room but forgets her purse. “Finn, would you be a dear and grab my purse for me?” She calls out and Finn being the sweetheart he is, grabs the bag and tries to take it with him as he walks past.

The bag won’t budge, Leo is watching with a smile on his face and his arms crossed. Finn tugs at the bag again and eventually gets it off the counter, it nearly knocks him over with how heavy it is. He scurried to Eloise’s room and gave it to her. She holds it like it’s nothing.

He makes his way back over to Leo and sinks into his chest, his face buried in his neck. Logan is still poking the cake, showing off just how gelatinous it is. Clay and Reg are comparing videos that they took and laughing at how they zoomed in on different faces. Sending them to each other.

“I’m sorry we messed up the cake.” Finn looks up at Leo and sees the sweetest little smile, showing his dimples off. Finn has noticed Leo’s tan from the summer is fading and it is making the small scar across his nose more prominent. It was cute.

“Honestly, it’s better than anything else y’all have made. Plus, now Mama can teach you how to make it the right way for the next time she visits.” Leo kisses his eyebrow and wraps his arms around him as Finn pouts even more. Logan eventually makes his way over and rests his head on Leo’s shoulder.

“Maybe it still tastes good?” He closes his eyes and rubs his cheek on Leo’s soft shirt and tough shoulder, massaging his jaw muscles. His arms are crossed.

“We can try it afte Mama and I make some food, how about y’all pick out what you want so she can put on her mini cooking show.” Leo feels the boys lean off of him and smiles as he watches them pour over each page of the book looking for a meal they want.

“Alright, I’m ready to cook.” Eloise comes back into the room and gathers everyone so they are sitting on the other side of the counter, unless they are Reg or Leo because they are allowed to help cook. Finn and Noelle have taken the two seats while Clay and Thomas are on either side of them watching and Logan is in between them.

They all watch as Eloise explains what she is doing in hopes it helps them understand and make them want to try and make this on their own. Logan gets in trouble for focusing on Leo instead of what she is teaching and she gives him a smirk.

“You remind me a lot of Wyatt, you know that? Around the same height too.” She smiles as she fiddles with her ring after she washed her hands to get the rest of the flour off her hands. Leo is watching the food in the oven as he leans against the counter and nods in agreement with her.

“I do?” Logan looks at her a little confused, he sadly never got the chance to meet Wyatt but he always pictured him as more of the strong and silent type who was also tall, giving Leo his extra few inches of height.

“He was 5’10 and the sweetest man I have ever met, he was goofy and carefree like Finn and always had this hard look in his eyes like you do. Unless he was looking at Leo or I, or in your case Leo. Please don’t look at me like that.” Leo snorts and smiles.

“That would be kinda weird.” He turns his head over his shoulder and smiles at his boys. “Why don’t we tell them some stories about dad? I never really talk about him because… well, it still hurts.” Eloise smiles a little sad at her son and gives his arm a comforting squeeze. Her love language.

“Well, he was in the air force.” She notices Clay looking away, Noelle suddenly looks uncomfortable and Thomas looks a little sad. Something was off. “He and his twin brother Wess joined at the same time, and flew fighter jets together. His brother was shot down and Wyatt made Leo promise to never join. After he came back he vowed to never leave again. He kept his promise.” She smiles at the image of him coming home still fresh in her mind. “He was in love with music, sometimes I think he loved music more than us. He tried to get Leo to learn how to play instruments but the poor boy is so tone deaf he couldn’t figure anything out.” She laughs a little as Leo smiles. “I remember when Leo was being taught the guitar Wyatt would be thrown into laughing fits when Leo would play the wrong chords and smile up at him like he just did something.”

“I thought I did!” Leo laughs a little and turns around to face everyone else. “Look It took me forever to learn rhythm, and now I can dance like there is no tomorrow… still can’t sing though.”

“Ahmen!” Clay pipes up and ducks as Leo throws a spoon at him.

“Shut up!”

“Wyatt did manage to teach Clay how to play fiddle somehow, do you still play?” Eloise checks the food in the oven and determines it's not done.

“I haven’t played since… yeah I haven’t played in a while.”

“He was so proud of you. Wyatt was also a sportsman. He loved sports, especially baseball. So when Leo came home and told Wyatt he joined the team, they went out back and played catch for, I don’t know, hours.”

“My arm was sore the next day.”

“He came to every single game of Leo’s besides one, and was his biggest fan. He made shirts with Leo’s player picture on them and wore them to every game. No matter how many times Leo begged him not to!” The timer goes off and Reg gets the food out of the oven.

“Is this done?” He asks, Eloise comes over to check and nods.

“Looks good! How about we eat?” She smiles and has everyone line up so she can dish it out for them.

Thomas and Noelle are getting ready to leave when Eloise asks Clay to join her outside. He gives them a worried look but follows her. Outside is cold, and there is a bit of snow on the railing of the balcony.

“Talk to me Clayton, something is wrong, I noticed it earlier.” She looks at him and taps her foot as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. “Clayton.”

“I joined the navy, and I haven’t told Leo, and I ask that you don’t tell him either because he needs to hear this from me.” He is looking out at the traffic below so he doesn’t have to watch her face. He knows she is upset with him.

“Is that what you really want to do?” She walks up next to him and joins him in looking at the traffic. Clay has always admired how strong Eloise is, she has been through a hell of a lot and still has this calm and stable energy.

“Yes.”

“Then you made the right choice.” She turns and looks at him, smiling in a way that he knows is trying to hide her sadness. She ruffles his hair as he finishes his cig and puts it out on the bottom of his boot. “Have you told Noelle and Thomas?”

“Yeah.” He knows his short answers sound hostile but he wants to be away from this conversation.

“They support you?” She always makes sure he has support, it hurts sometimes. Like he can’t just get support himself and he always needs help.

“Yes.” She nods and walks back towards the door.

“Then you better spend as much time with them as you can.” She goes inside, leaving Clay to think about everything by himself.

It was dangerous.

He walks back inside and they leave. Noelle turns around from the passenger seat and smirks at Clay. He was in for a fun night.

“I’m off to bed boys, we have a busy day tomorrow!” Elosie kisses her boy's cheeks and walks to her room.

“I like you mom.” Logan says as he tackles Leo to the ground straddling his back with his scented markets in hand. He tugs at Leo’s shirt, he complies and takes it off. Logan has been dying to do this all day.

“I hope not too much!” Leo crosses his arms under his head until Finn sits down next to him and he pulls his thigh so it's underneath Leo’s head. Leo shivers as the cold marker hits his skin and Logan begins coloring.

“What other stories do you have about Wyatt?” Finn rubs his fingers over Leo’s short hair that has really grown out over the past month, it was starting to curl at the ends making Leo look sweet.

“He used to read to me when I was little, then when I was able to read I would read to him until he fell asleep and started snoring.” Leo smiles and Finn can feel it on his leg. “He was also my coach for little league baseball for a bit and he was great but not everyone liked that he was my dad. Other parents thought I was getting special treatment. Also he would argue with the umpires and get in trouble!” Leo bursts out laughing and Logan gorans.

“Leoooooooooo! Be still!” Leo calms down and lets Logan keep coloring the flowers of his back piece.

“Sorry sorry, I just remembered when he got kicked out of a game because an umpire called Clay out when he was safe. It was hilarious. He called the umpire a muppet.” Smiling Leo yawns and blinks a few times.

“You can fall asleep, we will wake you up and go to bed when Logan finishes.” Finn is scrolling on his phone and is petting Leo’s head as he feels it get heavier with sleep. Finn looks up at Logan after making sure Leo is asleep.

“We need to tell him we love him.”

“Yeah, we do.” They smile at each other and share a peck before going back to what they were doing.

The next morning Finn and Logan wake up with a Leo sized dent in the bed and not Leo. They wander out to the kitchen and get smacked in the face with the smell of blueberry pancakes. They float into the kitchen and smile at the sight. Eloise has her hair in curlers and is in a thick grey robe and Leo’s sweatpants because she doesn’t own a pair. Her face is free of makeup and it shows how well she has taken care of her skin over the years. She is flipping a couple of pancakes while Leo sips on some apple juice. Just chatting away about the plan for today.

“Okay so after family skate is the party at Pascal and Celeste’s.”

“I won’t be at family skate dear, I have some work to do today.” She puts the last pancake on a plate, making sure that each plate has two, she takes two plates over to the table while Leo carries the other two.

“Ma, you promised me you wouldn’t work while you were here.” He sighs and sets the plates down. He sighs and sits down, not noticing the other two people in the room, he starts poking at his pancakes with his cheek on his hand and elbow on the table. Sulking.

“I know sweetheart but these people are someone who your Daddy tried to sell to for years. They plan to get two mares and then I will be at the party. On time. I promise.” She puts the dishes from cooking in the sink and fills the pancake batter bowl with hot water before grabbing her cup of coffee and walking over to sit next to Leo.

Logan and Finn share a look. They shouldn’t be listening to this.

“Okay but, just please be there towards the beginning of the party. I want to introduce you to my-... the team.” Leo furrows his brow not understanding why he about called the lions his team, when he doesn’t even play hockey.

“I will try my best, Merigold.” She pats his hand and Logan and Finn make their entrance, yawning and stretching as they walk over to the table. “Morning boys.”

“Morning!” Finn smacks a kiss on Leo’s temple as he walks past and Logan does the same, taking their seats and chowing down.

Later that day Eloise was putting her hair in a ponytail as she checked to make sure there were no creases in her uniform. Well, it's not a uniform but what she likes her and Leo to wear when they go to sell.

A black tall-neck turtle neck with long sleeves and tight to the body. Some khaki colored riding pants with tall back socks and brown riding boots. Professional yet comfortable. She was selling to the Malfoy family today, the father is buying these mares for his sons wedding coming up. She is still convinced that they only want their mares because Wyatt is gone, making Knut horses more desirable.

They were in contact with Wyatt for years and were not very nice. She knows she needs to make this sale though. Walking out to the living room to grab her purse she sees Leo moping on the couch by himself. She sighs out of her nose, walking over to him and petting the top of his head.

“I promise I will be there tonight, with moonshine.” She smiles as Leo rolls his eyes.

“I trust you.” Then he stood and gave her good luck and a hug before walking back to his bedroom… not the master bedroom. She takes a deep breath and leaves the apartment.

The rink was cold, Leo was bundled up in his new coat, hat and gloves while rocking his normal jeans and boots. His brand new skates were in hand, not broken in so he was wearing two pairs of tall socks just to help against blisters. Clay actually owned a pair of skates and has been skating since he was younger because he has family in Montana that he would visit for the holidays.

Jerk.

Leo was sitting in Finn's stall just trying to stay warm while he watched Noelle tie one of Clay’s skates and Thomas tie the other. Leo had to admit, he was so happy for Clay, seeing him with that sappy smile makes Leo know that he’s okay. He never smiled like that with Ashley.

Logan walks over to him, completely ready to skate and looking good. He was wearing his favorite well worn sweats and Leo’s new thrifted sweater that was dark green, showing off his eyes. He was wearing his normal cap backwards and Leo has always found it funny that Logan will never wear a hat forwards.

“Ready to get laced up?” Leo nods and holds out a skate to Logan. “You’re very quiet right now, are you that cold?” Leo just narrows his eyes and gives a short nod. Logan shows him how to lace up and once his other skate is on he stands up and nearly falls over.

“This is going to be terrible… is there a dentist nearby? I have a tendency to fall teeth first into the ground.” Licking over his chipped tooth absentmindedly he looks around. There were kids running around in skates and jumping into other players arms. He smiles a bit and rests his elbow on Logan’s head who is wear much more worn down skates so Leo is a fucking giant to him. “You’re the perfect height.”

“Yeah yeah, lets watch you try and walk. Then we can find Finn who I’m guessing is talking to Syd.” Logan helps Leo take a few steps knowing Leo has no balance at all. In skates or not. He has witnessed this name trip over nothing.

“Whose Syd?” Leo starts walking on his own and feels like this isn’t so bad.

“My oldest sister. Aubry is here too. They also play professional hockey. So… don’t get on their bad sides.” Leo stops walking.

“You never mentioned your sisters will be here! I thought I was meeting them when we go to visit your parents in a week! Oh boy… Do they know about you and Finn?” Leo continues walking after Logan grabs his hand and leads him out of the tunnel.

“Yes they know about me and Finn, I told my family first because… well my parents love him and my sisters all had a bet so… yeah. But they don’t know about you because I didn’t know if you were ready for that.” Leo stops him before they completely exit the tunnel and presses him up against the wall, kissing him softly.

“Thank you.” Leo smiles when Logan does and they pull apart to see they are the last out of the tunnel. Walking out Leo stops in front of the ice. “Yo, I don’t know if I have enough ego to let me fall face first onto the ice in front of a whole hockey team yet.”

“What, you aren’t up for the challenge?” Clay skates right up to him, not as seamless as everyone else but still pretty well. He has this challenging look in his eyes and Leo knows exactly what is going to happen. “I knew you weren’t good at everything.” Leo launches himself at LCay who skates out of the way just in time for Leo to miss and barely holds himself up as he glides across the ice.

“Clay! When I get my hands on you, I swear!” Then he falls flat on his ass and gorans laying down, staring at the ceiling annoyed. This sucks.

Clay is having an absolute field day, Laughing his ass off as he skates up to Leo and helps him stand. Patting his back for a moment and letting Leo get his balance he then pushes him over and skates away.

“CLAYTON!” Leo falls basically into a middle split and it distracts Finn from his conversation with Logan and his sisters, hitting Logan’s chest until he looks over at Leo who is still being taunted by Clay and now Reg.

“I didn’t know he could do that.” They share a look and both seem to get ideas around the same time because their faces get all reg and they high five.

“Who is that?” Sydney is readjusting her hat as she looks at Leo. “He’s a cutie, I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that.”

“Agreed. He is really handsome.” Aubry nods in agreement and Logan is suddenly possessive. He glares at them.

“Back off, he’s mine!” He crosses his arms and turns his attention back to Leo who is now talking to Katie who has made herself at home on his leg. Leo looks like he is trying his best not to shake from how cold he is.

“You have Finn, let us have our fun.” Aubrey hits his shoulder and skates over to Leo and Katie. “Need some help?” Katie smiles at her. Leo looks up at her and gives a shy smile because he is embarrassed. Nodding she holds out her hand, Katie grabs his other hand and helps him up. With Katie on one side and Aubry on the other, Leo starts more skating and less falling over.

“Awww they are so cuteeeee.” Sydney smiles at them and hears Logan grumble, looking at them annoyed and Finn is still snorting everytime Leo stumbles. But Finn has this look in his eyes that Sydney has only ever seen him give Logan. She hopes there isn’t anything shady going on between those three.

Eventually, Aubry and Leo stake back over to Finn, Logan and Sydeny who are all still chatting on the ice and sipping their hot chocolate that Celeste brought.

“Can I have a sip?” Logan holds up his cup over his shoulder to Leo’s lips, because Leo is behind him, and holds it as he takes a sip. “Mm, so yummy. I’ve never really had this before. Hot chocolate?” Leo doesn’t really drink warm drinks at all, even the coffee is normally cooled down to where it isn’t hot, sometimes iced.

“You should have Finn make you some, he is really good at it.” Finn kisses Logan's forehead and smiles.

“It’s like the one thing I learned how to make properly. Alex taught me! He is coming to the party later tonight if you want to meet him.”

“I’d love to meet him! Now, I’ve met Aubry. I’m guessing you are Sydney? Logan talks about you guys sometimes but I don’t know a lot.” Leo smiles at her and reaches his hand out to shake hers.

“You have a southern accent…” Aubry and her share a look.

Logan is definitely not keeping him from them.

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #james potter #thomas walker #Clayton Bruss #o'knutzy #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast

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J/D: things you said with too many miles between us

15) Things you said with too many miles between us from this post!

A present-day Josh/Donna fic for you!

July 2021

Josh stirs when his phone vibrates, and he orients himself to his surroundings. He’d fallen asleep on the couch at some point during the post-debate coverage after ensuring that the girls went to bed, and he was waiting on Donna’s phone call to debrief. Josh attempts to reach into his pack pocket to retrieve the vibrating phone. He manages to do so without stirring the dog, whose head is resting on Josh’s chest as she sleeps, letting out barely audible barks and huffs as an ndication that she’s dreaming.

“Hi,” Josh answers, his free hand moving to gently stroke the fur on top of Sadie’s head.

“Hi,” Donna parrots back.

The sound of her voice still makes him feel butterflies, even after twenty-three years of knowing her and almost fourteen years of marriage. He smiles to himself at the thought, taking another moment to realize exactly how lucky he is. “It’s quiet,” Josh notes. “Thought you’d all be celebrating.”

“We are. I just wanted to call you first so you could get to bed.”

“All the post-debate coverage is calling it a standout performance from Senator Sam Seaborn,” Josh notes. “I’m not surprised, but they sounded a little stunned, although I’m not sure why.”

Donna lets out a quiet laugh, and he has a clear vision in his mind of her leaning against a wall, smiling and looking down at the floor as she grins. “Sam did an incredible job. He was probably the most prepared out of all of them when it came to healthcare and social security. Foreign policy needed a little bit of work, but…”

“But he ran away with it,” Josh finishes. “Donna, you don’t have to be modest. I know what a big part you played in this.”

“Sam worked hard,” Donna insists.

“Of course he did,” Josh agrees, “but you worked just as hard, if not harder.”

“You’re right. I did. I think this is a turning point. It's still early, and we're narrowing down the Democratic playing field but... you know.”

Josh does know. He doesn't say anything further, so as not to tempt fate, as Toby would put it, but he absolutely understands what Donna's hinting at. Josh stretches and yawns, trying not to let on that he’s as tired as he is. “I let the girls stay up for the debate, but they’ve been in bed for the last hour or so.”

“I was going to ask you how they were, considering the only updates I’ve received in the last twenty-four hours were dog photos. I was beginning to wonder if you remembered we had daughters,” Donna teases.

“Well, our eldest is going through a Taylor Swift phase,” Josh starts.

“She knew the words to what was likely Taylor Swift’s entire discography before kindergarten, and you’re just now realizing this?”

“Songwriting,” Josh clarifies.

Donna lets out a half-laugh, half-groan. “Is it the kid from marching band again? Or… still? I don’t know which is the most accurate way to finish that sentence.”

“I think it would be 'again', but nope. Apparently, this is just your run-of-the-mill preteen self-expression stuff.” Josh shifts slightly as Sadie lets out a low growl in her sleep, kicking her front and back paws as though she’s dreaming of chasing something. “I think I heard the same chord progression on the guitar for about six hours straight today.”

“Excellent, looking forward to it,” Donna says.

“Nora spent her morning drafting a plan to convince me to get another dog,” Josh starts.

“Absolutely not,” Donna interjects before Josh can finish the sentence.

“I told her no!” Josh laughs in disbelief. “I do have some willpower, you know. Then she decided she wanted to start a dog walking business, because if she earned the money for the dog maybe it would sway me.”

“I’ve only been gone twenty-four hours, please tell me Leah hasn’t asked for a piercing or declared a college major,” Donna jokes.

Josh scratches Sadie behind the ear. “She asked me to take her to that little used bookstore so she could spend her birthday money.”

“How’d she fare?”

“She currently has two stacks of books in the corner of her room as she debates whether she wants to spend the rest of her money on another shelf or trade in some other books to make room,” Josh explains. “She also considered using the money for a custom Mets jersey with her name on it, but decided against it.”

“Too expensive?”

“No special characters,” Josh says. “She didn’t like the way Moss-Lyman looked without the hyphen.”

“I’d ask how Sadie is, but I think I know exactly how her day went thanks to your efforts,” Donna says.

“I’m but a humble servant of man’s best friend,” Josh jokes. He’s noticed something in Donna’s tone as the conversation has unfolded, the hesitant ‘we need to talk’ undercurrent of everything she says, so he decides to be the first to dive in. “What’s on your mind, Donna?”

Donna sighs. “So I was approached by Bryce Palmer from the DNC today. Apparently, there’s something brewing with Congressman Hanover and some allegations of impropriety.”

“Hanover? Like the Wisconsin fifth, Hanover?”

“The very same,” Donna confirms. “Problem is, they don’t have a viable Democrat for a special election should he resign. So they came to me to take my temperature on the whole thing.”

Josh can’t help but let the wheels in his brain start turning. The idea of Donna flipping a typically Republican district in Wisconsin sounds incredible. If anyone’s capable of it, it’s Donna. But he’s learned over the years to let Donna process before giving an opinion, so instead of rattling off all the possibilities, he simply listens.

“I told them I’m running Sam’s campaign right now,” Donna explains. “But they really want me to consider a run in the fifth next go-around. Or… you know, should there be a special election sometime between the general and the midterms.”

“You thinking about it?” Josh asks.

He hears Donna take a deep breath, then let out a long exhale. “A little? I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet. Don’t start your ‘Donna, I’ve been setting this up for you for years’ speech,” she warns.

“Wasn’t gonna. Just listening.”

“I know you’d be at your laptop searching for properties in the Wisconsin fifth right now if Sadie weren’t asleep on you,” Donna says. “I can tell if you put me on speakerphone, you know.”

Josh sheepishly taps the speakerphone button, putting a temporary pause on his search that he had already started, just as Donna had predicted. “You’re not on speakerphone.”

There’s a pause for a moment, and Josh can sense her hesitation. “Flipping a district is a lot of work.”

“It is,” Josh agrees.

“I also don’t know if I’m ready to jump right into another campaign after this,” Donna continues. “It’s been a lot of time away from all of you. If I stay away too much longer, Caroline’s going to become a YouTube sensation whose material is almost entirely inspired by the absence of her mother. Nora’s going to be running an animal shelter out of the garage, and Leah will have either a Beauty and the Beast sized library or a podcast with her Grandpa Jed, it’s a toss-up.”

“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?” Josh asks, holding back laughter.

“I’ve been away a lot,” Donna insists. “Things change while I'm away. I miss all of you.”

Josh smiles. “We miss you, too.” He has the instinct to tell her not to dismiss the idea out of hand, to give it some thought before she gives her answer. But despite her hesitation, Josh knows there’s a small part of Donna that’s considering it, and that’s enough for him. “Get back to the party. We’ll talk about it when you get home.”

They say their goodbyes and I love yous after confirming Donna’s flight details. Josh wakes the dog and heads up the stairs toward the bedroom, already plotting out the strategy for winning in the Wisconsin fifth.

Hypothetically, of course.

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