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clangenrising · 7 months

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Month 8 - Leaffall

Russetfrond carried a pair of birds in his jaws as he strolled beside Goldenstar who led the way back to camp, carrying her own catch, a particularly fat mouse she had snagged last minute. He looked idly over swaying grass, pressing his ears back as they walked against the chilly Leaffall breeze, and let her chatter. It was a familiar old feeling; her talking as if silence was her enemy, him responding here and there. It was nice.

As they got closer to camp, talk turned to Oddstripe’s litter.

“I’m still trying to figure out exactly who I want to mentor the kits,” she said. “It’ll be my first apprentice ceremony as leader and I wanna make sure I do it right.”

“Mm,” he grunted in response.

“Yarrowshade said you knew exactly who you would pick,” she continued, meeting his gaze. “Is that true?”

“Mhm,” he tried for, hoping she’d leave it at that but knowing she wouldn’t.

“So, what are they?” she asked predictably. “If you care about the choices I make, you gotta say something, man.”

He sighed, disliking that he had to make his mouth form actual words again, and then grunted to clear his throat. “Floodkit I’d give to Nightfrost, Sparrow to Pantherhaze, and Barley to Ospreymask.”

“Huh,” she mused and he twitched an ear indignantly.

“What d’you mean, ‘huh’? You don’t like my placements?”

“No, no, I just wouldn’t have picked them myself,” she shrugged. “I feel like Ospreymask is too much of a kitsitter to them to be a good mentor. Y’know, same reason we don’t usually let cats mentor their own kits.”

“Fair point,” he conceded.

Her next question surprised him. “Would you like to mentor any of them?”

“Me?” he blinked, tail unfurling upward.

“Yeah, you, fish face,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re a good warrior and you deserve another apprentice.”

“I know that,” he said, unable to resist a little jab. “I just figured you’d give them to Yarrowshade and Scorch instead.”

Goldenstar let out a little growl. “Ugh, you’re still on about that? Just because you disagree with some of my choices doesn’t mean I’m just blindly doing whatever they tell me to, y’know.”

“So who are you planning to give them to?” he asked, sidestepping her comment.

She sighed in frustration and said, “I don’t know. But you’re at the top of the list. Now do you wanna mentor one of them or not?”

“I wouldn’t say no,” he shrugged.

“Any preference?”

He thought it over for a second. “Floodkit I guess. He’s got a lot of passion and ferocity. I think he’d make a great apprentice.”

“Interesting,” she hummed. “I’ll take it under advisement. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“I will,” he agreed.

Shortly after, they arrived back at camp and she left him to head into the Healers’ den. In the dusty center of camp, the kits were playing. Floodkit and Sparrowkit wrestled and chased each other, shouting about borders and territories and such. Barleykit sat at the edge of camp, watching her brothers with a dejected look on her face. Russetfrond decided to see what was troubling her and took one of the birds he had caught, a bright red cardinal, over to where she was sitting.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

Barleykit squeaked in surprise and nearly jumped to her feet. Recognizing him, she settled down again and said, “um, sure.”

He sat down next to her and said, “You seem upset. What’s wrong?”

“Oh,” she blushed, massive ears folding back. “I’m just… thinking.”

“About what?” he pressed gently as he started to pull the flight feathers from the cardinal. While it was normal to eat a bird feathers and all, he didn’t feel inclined to deal with the larger ones today and there was a methodical kind of pleasure in plucking them. Barleykit shuffled anxiously and looked askance.

“I’m worried about becoming an apprentice,” she admitted softly. “I don’t think I’ll be very good at it.”

“No one is good at it at first,” he shrugged, “that's why you have a mentor to teach you.”

“I guess,” she shuffled again. “I just… I don’t like rough games. I don’t wanna fight anybody. But I don’t care about herbs either. I’m worried I’m just gonna be a scaredy mouse my whole life.” Russetfroned hummed thoughtfully. He wasn’t sure what to tell her.

“Well,” he said, “being brave isn’t about not being scared. It’s about doing the scary thing anyway.” Barleykit sighed and looked down. It seemed that hadn’t helped to calm her worries at all. He looked down at his paws as he tried to gather his thoughts, and he spotted the scattered feathers. Something about their bright coloring sparked an idea in his mind.

“Here,” he said, plucking one of them from the ground. “See these feathers?”

“Yeah,” she said cautiously, eyeing them.

“These feathers are magic,” he said.

“Really?” Her eyes widened and she looked them over.

“Yep,” he nodded. “If you wear them on your fur they make you very brave.”

“Really?” she asked again. “I want some!”

“I dunno,” he feigned reluctance, “I was going to save them for myself…”

“Please?” she begged, “Please, please, please? I wanna be brave just like Floodkit!”

“Well… Okay,” he chuckled. “Here, hold still and I’ll put them in.” Barleykit sat up straight and lifted her head eagerly, posing in what he imagined she thought was a very brave position. He leaned forward and started to place feathers into her fur around her neck and shoulders.

After he’d placed as many as he cared to, he sat back and said, “There.”

She looked down at them, craning her neck to try and examine his handiwork, and said, “Wow. Do they look alright?”

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded. “You wear them well.” He leaned down to start eating but she leaped forward and put her paws on his food causing him to frown.

Before he could complain, she declared, “I wanna do you now!”

He closed his mouth, biting back on whatever irritation had risen in him. Taking a deep breath he said, “Okay, but put them in my tail okay?” Maybe that way, he reasoned, he could ignore it for the most part and finish his meal.

“Okay,” she said, plucking several feathers and then passing his food back to him. Sighing, he twitched his tail out in front of her and hungrily began to devour the cardinal. Barleykit hummed to herself as she tucked the feathers into his fur and smoothed the fur back down with the utmost care. After she finished, she sat back and looked at him eagerly.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

He gave his tail a roll and glanced over it. “It’s perfect,” he said, “Thank you.”

“We can wear them together,” she nodded, “and we’ll both be brave.” “Sure,” he chuckled, and went back to eating. She was a sweet girl, he thought, but already his energy for kitsitting was nearly gone. Luckily, she settled down again, laying her head against his tail, and they quietly watched her brothers tumbling across the grass together. She probably isn’t the right apprentice for me, he thought, but I hope Goldenstar picks a good mentor for her.

UPDATES:

- Russetfrond and Barleykit start wearing cardinal feathers on their pelts.

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socksracoon10 · 3 months

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Pirate

Pairing: Will Turner x F!Reader, Jack Sparrow x F!Reader (Platonic)

That imbecile had left you with Barbossa, and the thought of having to deal with his monkey's stupid chattering had nearly driven you to madness. Seizing any opportunity available, you had found yourself a small boat and began your search for Sparrow. You weren't expecting much from him, considering you were technically a part of his crew - the rest were with Barbossa. Not that it made any difference, though, because at the moment you were without a captain and unfortunately in the eyes of a few redcoats who eyed you, warily. They drew their rifles closer to themselves, marching over with some fire in their eyes.

"Oh, curse me," You muttered underneath your breath, throwing your hat into the water below, before carefully stepping onto a dock. Your foot dangled helplessly onto the boat, almost causing you to lose your balance. Gesturing for a soldier to come help you, you grabbed hold of his arm and hoisted yourself up onto the wooden platforms and sighed in relief, thanking them with false kindness.

"Enough, enough," One of them grumbled, rolling his eyes. He sneezed, the droplets of his mucus flying past you as you cringed at the sight. Despite being a pirate, you still had at least a little bit of hygiene left in you during your days as a "proper" lady. "What brings a girl like you to Port Royal, especially in that poor excuse of a boat?"

You followed the soldier's fingers to the vessel, noticing the way a few splinters poked out from the oars. It was a ghastly sight and a miracle that it had managed to take you this far without sinking. Shaking your head, you came up with the best excuse you could think of,

"I was robbed by a pirate. I was hoping at least one of you would show some mercy and help me find that treacherous man."

"Was it Jack Sparrow?" Another soldier chimed in, his voice so delicate as he uttered the name.

"Precisely!" You whispered, excitedly as you wriggled your eyebrows, "Have you seen him lurking about here? I ought to give him a piece of mind!"

"Now, now, listen here, you don't have to do anything," The third soldier cried out with an exasperated sigh, "As misfortunate as your encounter with Sparrow must be, I implore you to go find yourself an inn for the time being." He had this air of haughtiness in his voice, one that made your frown deepen into a snarl. Biting the inside of your cheek, you pushed any emerging ill comments at him down to your boots and merely nodded your head in response.

Pushing past the soldiers, you trailed up the staircase to the cobbled streets of Port Royal and found a group of more soldiers running down the streets from The Governor's quarters. Frowning, your faintly heard the mention of Jack Sparrow among one of the redcoats that passed by you and you instantly figured out what was going on.

Crossing through an alley, you found a familiar set of beads dangling from an individual's head, hiding behind a wagon; he occasionally lifted his head to peer for any danger, unaware of your presence behind him.

"AHEM," You crossed your arms, glaring at him. Either he was ignoring you on purpose, or he was incredibly deaf and stupid. Rolling your eyes, you slapped the back of his head and watched him hurl into the wagon with a yelp of pain. He turned around on his heels, swiftly, narrowing his eyes for a moment to scan your face. Upon recognition, he grinned and held his hands up in the air,

"(Y/N)! Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" He exclaimed, holding onto your hands. You wriggled out of his grasps, before slapping him across his face, sharply.

"You moron! You left me aboard Barbossa's ship! After everything we've been through, I thought you were a brother to me! Family! You've decided to lurk about and be the prying little-"

"Whoa... now, love, we don't have much time to listen to your usual rants, do we?" Jack interjected your thoughts, raising a finger up. He swayed towards you, looking over your shoulder to ensure that there were no redcoats nearby. His eyes then glanced back towards you, "Listen, I think we should split ways and then meet up back at the docks. What do ya say?"

"I say no," You hiss, "I don't trust your words. We go together, or I'll throw you to the soldiers myself!"

"Darlin', you're a pirate too. You're only doing yourself a disservice here," Jack scoffed, and you clutched onto his collar,

"Try me. You cross me one more time, I won't care if you're my captain or like a brother to me, I shall drive my sword through your head and watch you scream for mercy." You threatened him, before shoving him off. Jack dusted his coat, creasing out the new wrinkles you caused with what he assumed was an indifferent expression on his face - he couldn't hide the slight fear your words caused him.

As you extended your hand out for Jack to accept, the thunderous footsteps of the redcoats just around the corner caused you both to pick your feet up and run. Jack had hopped over among the roofs, and you had run inside a blacksmith's keep. Grabbing a sword from the sleeping blacksmith, you were set to head back out when you had noticed a shadow emerge from the other side of the door.

"Oh, bollocks," You whisper, in a panicked tone, leaping behind a wooden table somewhere far enough for cover. You heard the footsteps of someone patter across the room, shifting through some equipment before they loudly whispered,

"Not where I left you..."

Ah, so it was a man. And judging by the sound of his voice, he was pretty young. You peered, carefully, from the table and noticed his ponytail, and his well-fitted yet a bit dirty clothes. He wasn't bad-looking, surprisingly. He tapped his foot, impatiently, before drawing out his own sword and turned to your hiding spot. Sighing in defeat, you stood up from the cramped place and stretched your arms with a lazy yawn, stalking over to him.

"You're a pirate," He spat, his sword dragging up and down the air as he gestured at you.

"I'm also a lady. Now, this can go two ways. Either you let me go and I find myself back to Jack Sparrow, or I kill you... and find myself back to Jack Sparrow." You reasoned, forcing a smile at him as you made your way to the exit. Within seconds, you felt the tip of the blade against your chin, turning your head to face him. He had a deathly glare on his face but his eyes spoke of something else. Seeing that there was no way out of this without blood being shed, you raised an eyebrow,

"Come now, love, must there be hostility? Fine then, have it your way." You spat, before dragging your sword and jabbing it towards his stomach. He deflected my attack, and swung his sword around towards your neck. Dodging backwards, you lunged forward and elbowed his gut before parrying the thrust of his sword. He fell back for a moment, catching his breath as he shook his head,

"That's cheating." He breathed out between pants.

"Well, that's life, and now help a lady out and let her escape." You snickered, prying his fingers off his sword.

"Ah, but that's where you're mistaken... you're a pirate." The young man smirked, and the front door swung open with Jack at the hands of the redcoats, a sheepish look attached to his stupid face. Glancing back to the now standing young man, you found yourself handcuffed and dragged off with Jack besides you.

William didn't fail to notice your menacing glare as you were taken away and he let out a proud smirk at the sight. And yet, something felt wrong. In all the years as a blacksmith's apprentice, nothing had excited him as much as this encounter had. He turned to the burning furnace, his thoughts fixated on seeing you.

For one more time, at least.

#writing #fanfiction #fanfic #william turner #william turner x reader #will turner x reader #will turner #POTC x reader #POTC fanfiction #potc fanfic #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow #will turner x y/n #jack sparrow x y/n #jack sparrow x reader platonic #pirates of the carribean #the pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the carribbean x reader #pirates of the carribbean fanfiction #pirates of the carribbean fanfic #i love will turner #guys if this doesnt post now im gonna cry ive been trying for the past 5 times now #actually gonna start crying #also i didnt know theres a word limit now?#i used to write like 6-7k word fics #and now i can only write like 1k words?#dawg bsfr #my original draft of this was so good #but then i had to chop out so much stuff my heart aches #it jsut doesnt sit right with me right now but it is what it is ig

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erstwhilesparrow · 4 days

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friend-ask friday! what is the new smp show you've been enjoying today? it appears that you're having a lot of fun; what's it about?

hee. i will answer your question but first you need to know i'm picturing me screaming bloody murder in a backyard (presumably my backyard) and you peeking over the fence (you also have a backyard, we're neighbours in this scenario) and very calmly going, "oh hey, you having fun over there?" (yes, i'm having a grand time)

anyway! yes! outsiders smp! i mentioned it briefly in a different ask answer a while ago; the base plot premise is a group of people wake up in a clearing in the middle of a massive stony maze with little to no memory of their lives before, and try to figure out what to do from there. as i've said before and will continue to say, it's incredibly good. it's also bad. this is dialectics (tone indicator: lying).

more under the cut, for the curious:

the question of What Outsiders Is About (Thematically) is.... honestly not something i have totally settled in my head yet. i just finished watching the -- as far as i know -- most complete edited pov of one of the major characters, and for the first eighteen and a half hours of that pov, outsiders is an incredible story about how people cannot help but care for and about one another, despite everything about their circumstances incentivizing conflict and distrust. early on, the characters spend a lot of time arguing about whether they should go into the maze (very dangerous, if you're in there overnight the doors back to the safety of the clearing will close behind you) and people keep going, "okay, i don't care anymore! do whatever you want; everyone is allowed to risk their own life if they want to," and then the hours that follow are just dedicated to piling on the evidence that no, actually, they do care. they care immensely, or else they wouldn't keep standing in these circles arguing with each other for hours and days at a time! they build infrastructure to support one another, they offer one another places to sleep, they want so badly to do right by each other. at one point, one character muses to himself that none of them would have survived this long if they weren't all so fearful that they built secret bunkers under their homes, but like. when it really came down to it, when monsters came to the clearing to destroy it, they pulled each other down into the bunkers with them. they looked out for each other, and every single one of them survived that event.

once you hit the eighteen and a half hour mark, however, shit just STARTS HAPPENING AND THEN DOES NOT REALLY STOP HAPPENING UNTIL YOU'RE LOOKING AT A BLACK SCREEN THANKING YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT OF OUTSIDERS SMP. I REALLY DO NOT FEEL I HAVE FULLY PROCESSED IT YET. like. okay. the questions of "whose life are you willing to risk? which lives are worth saving and which ones aren't? what about now? what about now?" those are the sort of things i think are front and center, and it's not that those questions haven't been relevant before this point, arguably they've been relevant the whole time, but it gets fucking dire. and there's stuff about the horror of being in a situation where your suffering is for the entertainment of an audience, there's stuff about who is brought into or pushed out of a community and what that does to a person, there's stuff about what it means to be a good person and to do right by the people around you, but it's all kind of wildly smashed together in way that very much reads as [the people telling this story needed to (1) get as strong a kneejerk emotional reaction out of the audience as possible and (2) have the story be done, have the people who were always going to die dead, have the project come to a close]. like i was telling a friend, it feels like the first eighteen and a half hours are one story, and then the next three hours are BRAND NEW hypercondensed stories that should have had, or would have benefited from, a lot more breathing room than they got. it gets this close to working perfectly for me in a way i don't really know what to do with. i expect i am going to talking about it for A While.

#chattering sparrow #there are also a lot of really dubious narrative choices being made in that last three hours.#also also misogyny that's edited around in such a way that i can't tell if it's a deliberate character choice meant to reflect an #in-universe reality or like. real-life misogyny filtering into character choices and worldbuilding #i am really really glad i watched that and it's genuinely stunning in places but. hm. wow it sure is the thing it is huh.

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 9 months

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“Chapter 2”

“Here with Me”

Chapter 1 Sneak Peak Chapter 2

Master List

Mentions- Explicit Content.

🔞🔞🚫🚫MDNI

Please do leave comments. I hope this chapter is good. Had a bit of writer’s block.

Feed back is appreciated

Taglist- @glitterypirateduck

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif. The picture for this one. The artist @namedlunagoddess

She looks up and to be met with Königs soft and loving gaze.

He can’t stop looking at her. He’s absolutely enamored by her beauty and her smile but most of all her eyes.

“Bloody Hell, this just got interesting”

Ghost continued to stare holes into her soul as she stood there smiling awkwardly to everyone

“You bet your arse, Simon”

“Well love, Welcome to the Task Force name Captain John Price.”

Price greets her with a kiss on her hand as a gentleman.

König watched everyone interact with her but she caught his eyes lingering on her she smiled and looked at Price.

Captain Price walked out but spoke to (y/n) before leaving. “If you need anything love my office is down the hall to the right. Briefing are done here and after every mission we meet here. If you have any questions love, you can ask the men.”

He smiled to her leaving her. Soap and Gaz both wanted to volunteer to show her around base but Ghost ordered them back to training. As both guys walked out together they bickering about training. Ghost stood there watching (y/n) he sighed heavily and looked to König.

“König show (y/n) around base and show her to her quarters.”

König nodded and walked to the door he opened it for her gesturing her to walk out first.

She walked out holding her helmet, balaclava with her goggles in the helmet.

As she walked beside him she stole a few glances here and there. She smiled and her eyes glowed green.

König glanced down at her as they walked together.

They walked around base he showed her the training grounds, the track field and the weight lifting room where Gaz and Soap were sparring.

They both waved to her. She waved back to the guys.

As they walked she spoke first breaking the silence.

“Call me Sparrow, Gentle Giant?”

She smiled to him waiting for a response from him. He stood there frozen at her comment.

“König is my name, Sparrow”

“This way to your room.”

König kept his conversation with her short. Due to his anxiety he kept a calm collected demeanor towards her. She wondered about him as they walked to her room.

“This is your room. Ghost room is right across and I’m two doors down.”

“Thank you Gentle Giant”

She smiled to him. Her eyes turned orange. Her smile made his heart melt.

König excused himself. Trying to keep himself from fainting he walked back to his room.

Opening his room door walking in and locking it behind him he paced his room. With his hands on his hips he walked back and forth.

“God, she’s so adorable”

“Those eyes”

“Mein Liebe, you’re gonna be the death of me”

The Next Morning

König walked into the mess hall running his tired eyes he got his breakfast and sat down alone at his usual spot and watched everyone sitting and eating, while socializing.

This atmosphere was filled with chattering and laughs. But the moment (y/n) the hall became quiet. She walked in and looked up noticing everyone staring at her.

Some of the recruits whispered amongst themselves. She walked in and grabbed her food. She held her tray of food to the nearby table but Soaps loud thick Scottish accent cut the thick silence.

“Bonnie Lass join us”

He stood up waking over to her carrying her tray for her his hand on her back guiding her to their table.

“Thank you Sergeant McTavish”

“No need for formalities Bonnie, just call me Soap.”

“Soap it is then”

“So Sparrow what do you think of the base.”

Gaz smiled to her awhile eating and waiting for response. Soap flashed a smile at her.

She fumble her fingers and looked at her food nervously and a bit shy. She looked up and her eyes turned blue.

“Umm it’s a lot different from the last place I was at with Laswell.”

“Mostly because I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere by myself and I had to have someone babysit me all the time. But here it’s nice. I get to roam where ever I want and not have to feel like a science project walking around”

“I know it’s a bit difficult to adjust to have a super soldier in your task force. Especially being a woman.”

She sighed and played with her food. Looking a bit disappointed with the amount of looks she’s getting from her fellow soldiers.

“Bonnie, we don’t have a problem. Don’t we lads”

“No”

Gaz gave her a reassuring smile. Ghost simply nodded but he still had his doubts about having a mutant on his task force. He kept his thoughts and opinions to himself. He continued to observe her.

“Sparrow don’t feel bad about being stronger and faster then us lads. It’s hell of an attractive trait for a wee Bonnie lass like yourself”

She laughed at his response and she shook her head. She continued to shake her head she looked down hiding her eyes. Gaz noticed her eyes change again.

“Love, what’s with your eyes? Do they change when your in a different mood?”

Gaz smiled to her and waited for her to look at him but she kept looking down blushing.

“I’m sorry give me a moment”

She closed her eyes trying to center herself. She laughed softly and hide her face and finally looked up with her eyes slightly green and blue.

“Yes, my eyes change colors when my mood changes and I know you probably all have a million questions. But you all only get 3 each no more then that”

König watched her from his table. He adored the way she laugh and how she was blushing. Everything about her was so sweet.

Soap, Gaz all ponder there thoughts about the questions they wanted to asked her. Soap had to ask her the one and only question.

“So when you’re excited and in the mood-?”

“Nope,just no we’re not going there McTavish that’s one question already used”

“Oh come on Bonnie, it’s a serious question.”

“No, that’s a personal question McTavish”

Soap pouted to her ask she overlooked him to Gaz hoping his questions weren’t anything personal or intimate in anyway.

“Gaz your question.”

“Right Love, so when you get mad and frustrated what color are they?”

“Red or sometimes black at most. That’s when you want to steer clear of my path.”

“It’s alright it only happened once. It was during training and it was a accidental that Laswell had to file away and someone did get hurt that day. But I can assure you those days are behind me.”

She laughed at his reaction. Gaz smile immediately disappeared from his face. He sat up straight he fixed his shirt and nodded to her thinking carefully about his next question.

“Okay Soap what’s your question?”

“When did you notice your eyes change and we’re you made this way Bonnie?”

“No I was born this way. I have a brother.”

König eavesdrop on the conversation and this peaked his interest. She has a brother. But the question about her eyes when shes aroused. *Oh God, that question made him quiver with pure arousal.* He wanted to be the one to make her eyes changed as he would be the one to touch her soft skin.

*holding her hips tightly his fingers digging into her soft supple thighs. Where he’s gripping would surely leave his mark. Letting her slowly adjust to his size as she sinks down on his cock*

*moving her at his pace. The sweet sounds she would make on him. Making her a babbling, teary mess as he rearranges her guts for her*

Where he sat at he has to adjust his pants due to the growing tent in his cargo pants. Just looking at her smile and laugh at the questions the guys were asking her made his heartache. He wanted to be the only to make her smile and to be the only one to change those beautiful emeralds change to orange sunsets. Her beauty was nothing like he ever seen.

He sighed softly.

Just watching her he didn’t notice Ghost approach him.

“König”

“König!?”

Ghost stern Manchester Accent pulled König out of his thoughts. König shook his head and immediately cleared his throat avoiding his gaze.

“Ghost”

“Captain Price would like to see you in his office.”

König stood up from his table readjusting his pants as he stood tall towering over Ghost. He made his way to Price office before leaving he looking back at his little sparrow.

“Bis später, mein kleiner Vogel”

*König whispered in German as he left the mess hall and headed for Price office*

König finished up his meeting with Captain Price he pondered thoughts about his little sparrow. Turning the corner he walked outside to get some cool air and hopefully help sort this thoughts about the little sparrow that flew around his mind.

The sounds of her giggles pulled his attention back to his elicit thoughts about her. Watching her smile and laugh sitting on the steps. The way the warm evening sunset warmed her skin and highlighted her facial features and her curves.

“Bonnie I have a feeling you’re gonna like these?”

Soap walked over to her with a smile, blushing at her. He held his surprise behind him.

“We did secret Santa a few years back and I was given these as a gag gift but you’ll love these”

He held out some black and white skates. The way she jumped with joy she squealed with excitement. She took them and kicked her boots off and pulled the skates on. Her eyes glowed orange like the sunset.

“Thank you Soap”

She hugged him tightly. She sighed as she pulled away from him. With a step forward he took off skating. The sounds of music played loud where some of the new recruits were sparring outside.

(Y/n) started to dance slowly as she skated circles around Soap. She started to sway her hips. Going along with the rhythm of the music she was lost in the song. They way she smiled and skated around she never felt more free in that moment. Dancing and swaying her hips along with the song.

König was in complete awe of her. The way she danced and skated around Soap. He wanted and tried to work up the courage to say Hi to her and spark up a conversation with her. But god she was making it difficult. The way she swayed her hips to the song. Made it harder to keep himself together. He was already splitting at the seams.

The jump she did the sounds of the skates clicking the ground he heard but all he saw was the way her breast jiggled as she landed. He was so thankful for his hood. He never felt so hot under his hood until now.

The more blood that rushed away from his head to his throbbing cock made it difficult to think straight.

There she stood laughing with Soap. Her laugh was so contagious even for the Austrian Soldier. He watched her at a distance. The way she danced, the way she laughed and twirl around. The sounds of the skates she wore rolling on the concrete.

Earlier in the evening Soap surprised her with a pair of roller skates. She was so excited and giddy to put them on.

König wanted to so badly walk over to be closer to her. But the way she smiled and laughed made his heart beat faster.

She continued to skate around she twirled around a little too quick she ran right into her Lieutenant.

The dirty thoughts that arose in his head became more and more elicit. The way she gasped when she stopped abruptly when she bumped into Ghost as he walking by.

“Ooof, I’m sorry I didn’t mean too?”

Her eyes changed to a slight shade of pink as her cheeks warmed up.

“It’s alright lovie”

Ghost nodded to her and continued on his way. Just being around (y/n) made him question his feelings for her. She made him feel things that he couldn’t control or handle. It was a odd feeling he felt in his stomach. He pushed any intimate thoughts about her away. Deep down he wanted to talk with her but he didn’t know how to talk to her.

König white knuckles showed more as he gripped the railings. Watching her made his breathing hitch in his throat. The ever growing erection in his cargo pants was so painful. He needed release but he couldn’t take his eyes away from his little sparrow.

König wanted to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder and take her away to his room. To worship her every way possible.

To kiss between her thighs, while slowly making his way to her soaked sopping pussy.Feeling her soaked pussy with his thick calloused fingers. Ever so slowly swiping her folds while watching her reaction. Teasingly pushing his index and middle finger in her while she squirms under his grasp. Listening to her pleas and moans.

“K König please?” “I c can’t with the t teasing”

While knuckle deep in her, he starts to curl his fingers watching her gasp and bite her bottom lip. The sounds of wet soft squelching noise made his cock quiver with anticipation.

He wanted to place her on his cock to bounce her up and down to his own pace. But he had to get her wet enough.

“I’m not done yet Schatzchen”

Lifting his hood pulling her thighs apart.

Looking like a starving man he takes one look to her before diving into her soaked sopping pussy. Twirling his tongue around on her clit, sucking and slipping his tongue into her. Tasting her is like pure euphoria. The way she tastes is like ambrosia sucking her clit and swallowing is pure nectar.

Cupping her soft supple breast pinching her nipples. Listening to her gasp and moan as he massages her breast.

Pulling away from her pussy with a *pop* from sucking her overstimulated clit. Lifting his hood he sucks on her breast leaving a trail love bites as he gently bites her harden nipple.

Hearing her soft sighs and gasps. The sweet sounds that fell her swollen pink lips were deliciously devoured by him.

Licking her nipple slowing making his way down to the valley of her breast. He pauses taking in the taste of her in. Relishing in the moment. Closing his eyes memorizing her taste the way she felt on his tongue.

Saliva dripping from his mouth he licks it all back up, making his way up to her neck. The way she smells is so intoxicating. Her perfume, her sweat mixed together is so intoxicating.

“Oh schatz you have no idea the things you do to me.”

Unbuckling his cargo pants he pulls them down quickly feeling her small soft hands on his throbbing aching cock. She pulls it free from the restraints of his boxers.

“Oh my?, is it gonna fit Kö”

“My Schatz, I’ll be gentle and we can make it fit I know you can take it all.”

“Bitte, my sparrow I can’t hold back anymore”

Watching her lay back on the bed. Spreading her thighs apart stroking his cock with his free hand he swipes a stripe in her soaked slick folds. Lifting his hood tasting her again. Sucking his fingers.

“Ohhh Meine Liebe you taste so fucking good”

“I’m gonna ruin you with my cock. That no man will ever make you feel as good as I make you squirm under my touch. Your pussy will mold to my throbbing cock. You’ll never forget every vein and every pulse you will feel when I’m deep inside you my hase.”

“My hase I’m gonna fill you up so much that when you get up it will stream down your inner thighs. That’s if you can walk my little sparrow. I will make you scream my name so much that you won’t be able to speak anymore.”

“König?”

“Hello?”

“König, you there big guy?”

“Hello”

She snapped her fingers in front of him as he had his eyes closed. She looked around and but her lower lip and gave him a slightly hard push. Getting his attention.

“Hey Big Guy You Here With Me?”

König immediately was pulled from his thoughts looking down at her sweet smiling face. Her eyes closed as she smiled.

As she opened her eyes she smiled looking at him. Her eyes were orange.

He didn’t know what happened or why she was standing beside him.

“I haven’t had time to talk with you. I’m Sparrow”

“I know, mein kleiner Vogel”

“Oh gosh, that’s a bit embarrassing”

She laughed softly looking down. She looked up slowly to be met with his soft loving gaze from when they first met.

“Meine Schatz your eyes”

“Yeah”

Her face dusted pink and her eyes changed to a color he never seen. Yellow and a bit of pink mixed.

“What does yellow and pink mean?”

“Oh my gentle giant it means-?”

The sounds of the Scots loud laughter echoed the base as he approached them. Patting her back a bit harshly he grabs hold of her shoulder.

“(Y/N), König we have a briefing. Looks like we’re getting sent out sooner then we thought. Meetings in 20 mins.”

“Price wants a word with you Bonnie. Laswell there as well.”

She sighs soft looking down biting her lip she walked away. The moment ruined by Soaps laughter and a upcoming mission.

König sighed deeply walking away from Soap he walked back to his room. His heart beating out of his chest. Walking back to his room he needed his release immediately. Walking into his bathroom he stripped. Turning on the hot water to jerk off at the thoughts of (y/n) soft yelps and the sight of her breast jiggling from earlier. But the way she smiled to him and her yellow and pink eyes.

“Meine Gott”

Thick ropes of his cum squirted onto his shower walls and his hands. The release was so strong he could hold back his moans, and he felt a cold shivered run up his spine.

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bringing me home to you || josh kiszka x reader

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Summary: You want to be happy when you see those two little lines, but Josh has been so distant. What if he's not happy too? || Standalone in the Cabin Fever universe

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Wife!Reader, Jake x Sparrow, Sam x Danny | Genres: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff | Word Count: 4.8k | Warnings: pregnancy

A/N: Fair warning, I made myself emotional with this one. It's set 10 years after Cabin Fever (and 9 years after No Strings Attached). I hope you like it! ♡

The only thing you felt as you looked at the two little lines was panic.

You hated it; you wanted to be able to celebrate, to be happy that a new little Kiszka was coming into the world. You remembered the first time you’d seen these lines, a little over three years ago now — you and Josh had been over the moon. Your little boy was a blessing, and his existence had brought nothing but joy and wonder since the moment you found out he was on his way. It should be the same for this baby.

You set the test on the counter and sat on the edge of the bathtub with your eyes squeezed shut, hoping for a few seconds of peace as you pretended it didn’t exist. It made you feel worse, actually, and you swallowed around the tightness of tears in your throat.

“Mama!”

You straightened, wiping the few stray tears from your face. “I’m coming, buddy.”

You came out of the ensuite to see JD grinning at you from your bed, holding up the shape he’d constructed out of giant Lego blocks.

“Issa sword,” he told you.

You tried for a smile. “I see, honey.” You didn’t, really, but sometimes the only true interpreter of the art was the artist.

You climbed up with him in bed, taking his sword when he handed it to you.

“Fight, mama.” He held another oddly-shaped sword aloft, and you gently tapped yours against it a few times. He gave yours an enthusiastic whack and giggled when the Legos came apart.

“Oh no, poor little sword,” he said in his sweet voice. You’d started to hear hints of Josh’s unique accent appearing in his son’s, and you loved everything that made them alike. You couldn’t help but wonder how your new baby would take after your husband, and you tried to keep from crying as you brushed a hand through JD’s dark curls.

There was a knock on the front door a few minutes later, and JD looked up from his toys with a delighted gasp.

“Uncle Jake!” he whispered, his eyes wide.

You gave a soft laugh. “I think so. Let’s go see.”

JD had abandoned his Legos and was speeding down the hall before you’d even gotten out of bed. You knew he wouldn’t open the door without you, but you weren’t surprised to see him with his face pressed to the sidelight window, fairly jumping up and down for joy.

“Uncle Jake!” he all but yelled. “And Sa-row!”

Jake was ready when you opened the door, scooping up his little nephew as soon as he came running towards him.

“Hello!” JD cried with a beaming smile.

Jake grinned. “Hi, buddy. I’m so happy to see you.”

“I love you!” JD agreed, wrapping his arms around Jake’s neck. Jake gave him a few kisses on his baby-soft cheeks and let him down to run over to Sparrow when JD reached for his aunt.

“Oh, Sa-row!” JD said, hugging Sparrow's leg. “Hi!”

“Hi, sweetheart,” Sparrow cooed. “How are you?”

“Good!” JD said eagerly. He reached a tentative hand up. “I say hi to baby?”

Sparrow smiled. “Of course. Thank you for asking.”

You felt your chest tighten as JD put a gentle hand on Sparrow’s round belly.

“Baby,” he said appreciatively. He stood on tiptoes to give Sparrow’s belly a kiss. “Hi, baby.”

Your hand fluttered up to your mouth; you had the impulse to muffle a sob before it came out, but you managed to find some self control before you made a fool of yourself.

“Come see my sword,” JD said, taking Sparrow’s hand. You stepped aside to let your sister-in-law come in with your little boy, both of them chattering away like songbirds as they headed for your bedroom. Jake lingered at the door with you, pushing his sunglasses into his hair as he came inside.

“Hiya, kiddo,” he said, giving your cheek a kiss. “How’s things?”

“Good, yeah.” Your voice was tight, and you cleared your throat. “I’ll just go get JD’s bag for you.”

You turned to go, trying to escape to the kitchen for a moment to collect yourself, but Jake put a hand to your arm before you could.

“Hey,” he said, searching your face with a worried, loving gaze. “You okay?”

You nodded, all of a sudden trying desperately not to burst into tears. You wanted to tell him; you knew Jake would listen and try to help, and you knew he would be happy for you when you couldn’t seem to be happy for yourself. But Josh didn’t even know yet, and as much as you dreaded the thought of telling him, you knew your husband should be the first to know.

“I’m fine,” you said after a moment. You managed a smile to try and ease his worry. “Just tired. Josh and I have been...”

You trailed off before you said any more. Talking to Jake was a dangerous game, one you had plenty of experience with; there was just something about him that made it easy to be honest with him, even when you maybe didn’t want to be.

He raised a brow, a hint of teasing in his expression.

“You and Josh have been what?” he asked. “Gettin’ it on all night?”

You breathed a mirthless laugh. “Yeah, something like that.” Really, it had been weeks since you and Josh had done anything in bed other than sleep. He’d been so busy with getting the album finished, doing promo shoots and interviews and last-minute fixes to the recordings; he left home early and came home late, and his patience was shorter than you’d ever remembered it being. He hadn’t tried to be close to you, sometimes actively avoiding you, and you’d taken the hint.

The reminder of the current state of your marriage was a painful one, and you tried to get out from under Jake’s observant gaze before he knew you weren’t telling him the truth.

“Well, take a nap or something before you come over,” he said, thankfully not pressing any further. “Sam and Danny are coming around six, and I’ll probably start grilling whenever they show up. You got time.”

“Maybe I will,” you said. Jake and Sparrow were hosting a dinner party to celebrate the last day of recording, and you’d been looking forward to it, not least because you hoped it would bring your sweet Josh back from wherever he’d gone the past few weeks.

“Did Josh say when he was coming home?” you asked.

Jake’s brow knit. “He’s not here? He left the studio over an hour ago.”

You rushed to mask the surprise and hurt you felt at that news.

“Oh, right, of course,” you said quickly. “I forgot I asked him to pick up something I needed to make dessert. He’s probably just taking forever at the store.”

It was a good lie, since Josh was notorious for getting sidetracked in the grocery store, and you were relieved when Jake seemed willing to buy it.

“What are you making?” he asked, still a little hesitant to believe you.

“Apple crumble,” you said, saying the first thing you thought of. To be honest, you hadn’t decided what you were making, but you guessed you’d made your decision now.

Sparrow and JD came back from your bedroom, Lego swords in hand, and you took the opportunity to get Jake out of your house before you got any closer to a tearful therapy session.

“Let me get his bag,” you said. “Do you want me to move his car seat to your car?”

“Nah,” Jake said. “I got it. Sparrow’s got me practicing for the big day.”

He shared a tender smile with his wife, and you felt like your heart was being torn in two. You pressed a nervous hand to your collarbone to self-soothe as you went to get JD’s bag from the kitchen counter where you’d packed it earlier.

You heard Jake say something to Sparrow; then, to your dismay, he followed you into the kitchen.

“Thanks for letting us take JD,” he said.

You couldn’t help a breath of a laugh. “You’re doing me a favor, Jake.” You’d been meaning to catch up on a few chores this afternoon, and not having a three-year-old underfoot would make it that much easier.

Jake smiled. “Maybe, but I still really appreciate it. Sparrow’s in a kind of ‘nervous-nesting’ mode now, and she keeps freaking out about not having any practice with kids. She’s been begging me to get JD over so she can make sure she sort of knows what she’s doing.”

“She doesn’t need practice,” you said, looking through the open front door to see Sparrow leading your little boy outside with a gentle hand. “She knows what to do.”

“I know,” Jake said, and his voice was affectionate. “I keep trying to tell her. But she didn’t grow up in a big family, you know, and she gets more nervous every day we get closer to her due date.”

You thought almost detachedly of when your due date was. You felt an odd sort of panic; part of you felt like it was written on your forehead, that Jake would figure out you were pregnant any second now just by looking at you. The other part of you, the one you leaned into, distanced yourself from it until it felt entirely unreal.

You handed Jake the little backpack with a cartoon dinosaur on it.

“Sparrow is going to be the perfect mom, and you’re going to be the perfect dad,” you said, meaning it, teasing a little so Jake wouldn’t get emotional. “That’s why I won’t even remind you to make sure my three-year-old doesn’t get a hold of any kitchen knives or chew on any batteries.”

Jake laughed. “Scout’s honor, honey. No knives or batteries.”

You walked him out, leaning against the doorframe as Jake buckled the car seat in with plenty of hovering from his wife. JD gave you a happy wave and a sweet “bye, mama!” as they drove off, and you stood in the doorway for a long moment after they’d gone.

You didn’t bother to text Josh as you went inside. If he hadn’t felt the need to let you know he was going to be late coming home, you weren’t sure why you should bother. You felt numb as you went through the motions of starting the recipe, setting the caramel sauce to simmer on the stove. Maybe you’d decide not to go to dinner at all.

You leaned against the counter and looked through the french doors to the back yard. The trees were bright and colorful with springtime, birds flitting to and fro in their branches, sunlight dappled through the leaves. You and Josh had loved this house for lots of reasons, but the back yard was the big selling point; Josh loved to take JD outside and play, tramping through the woods that bordered your yard, pushing him on the swing Josh had put in one of the trees, lying on their backs in the grass and watching clouds go by.

You imagined Josh with another baby in his arms, one with a tiny fist wrapped around Josh’s pinkie, one who got plenty of whiskery kisses from him. You wanted to believe that Josh would be happy when you told him, but you weren’t sure of anything right now; his distance, his short temper, his apathy towards anything that didn’t have to do with work was a heavy weight on you. Would he be pleased with a baby neither of you had planned on? Or would he secretly resent that it hadn’t happened at a better time?

Those kinds of thoughts circled around and around, spinning like wheels stuck in a ditch. You looked blankly outside and barely registered the sound of the front door opening.

“Uh, holy shit?”

You startled at the sound of Josh’s panicked voice. You turned to see him rushing into the kitchen, grabbing the saucepan of scorched and smoking caramel.

Your eyes widened. “Oh, Josh, I — ”

He tossed the saucepan in the sink, making you flinch with the loud noise.

“What are you doing, baby?” he asked, frustrated and alarmed. “Trying to set the house on fire, or what?”

Your eyes flooded with tears at his tone, but you didn’t let them fall.

“No, I — I just — ”

“Where’s JD?” he asked, a little frantic as he looked around for your son.

You felt like you’d been punched low and hard at the thought that Josh didn’t trust you to make sure your little boy was safe.

“He’s with Jake and Sparrow,” you said. “He’s not even here.”

Josh relaxed a little, though he was still obviously irritated as he ran a hand over his face and turned the stove off.

“I’m sorry about the pan, Josh,” you said, your voice tight and small. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You weren’t paying attention. Okay.” He brushed past you to open the french doors, trying to clear the smoke from the burnt caramel.

“That’s great, baby,” he muttered. “Leaves me with a lot of confidence.”

“I said I was sorry,” you said quietly. You couldn’t believe you’d done something as stupid and dangerous as completely checking out while you were cooking, but Josh wasn’t helping.

He sighed. “Yeah, it’s... I mean, whatever. The first thing I saw when I got home was you off in la-la-land and a house fire waiting to happen two feet away, but it’s fine.”

“Maybe if you had been home it wouldn’t have happened,” you snapped, unable to keep a handle on your anger and embarrassment.

He raised a brow. “I have to be home to make sure you pay attention when you’re cooking something?”

You flushed. “No, and I’m sorry I forgot you’ve never made a mistake in your entire life. Forgive me for not realizing I was married to the perfect Joshua Michael Kiszka.”

He rolled his eyes, knowing from your use of his full name that you were good and angry with him.

“Alright, baby. I’m not in the mood to fight.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I snapped at you about the pan, okay? Can we move on?”

“Where were you, anyway?” you asked, purposefully ignoring him. “Jake said you left the studio before everybody else. Why didn’t you come home?”

“I met Joe for a drink,” he said, unconcerned but exasperated at your determination to have it out. “Why? Did I have to be home for something?”

“No,” you admitted. “But I...” But what? You just wanted him home to be with you? Why? So you could keep walking on eggshells around each other until one of you finally snapped and started an argument?

You shook your head. “Never mind. You didn’t have to be home, so it’s not a big deal.”

You crossed to the sink and ran cool water over the pan so you could clean it, glad for a few moments with your back to Josh.

“You’re acting like it’s a big deal,” he said.

You scrubbed the pan with a little more force than necessary. “I said it wasn’t, so it isn’t.”

He sighed. You’d heard that tired, defeated, slightly annoyed sigh of his so much these past few weeks you’d started to think it was the only sound he made when he saw you any more. You bit the inside of your cheek and kept scrubbing that stupid pan.

“Can I help you with anything now that I’m home?” he asked. “Do you want me to help you make... whatever you were making?”

You could tell he was trying to smooth things over, but you were still too frayed to let him. The cycle would only start again the next time you crossed paths, just like it had done for weeks.

“No,” you said. The unspoken request was crystal clear — leave me alone.

He sighed again, and you felt your whole body tense at the sound of it.

“Fine,” he said. “I’m going to get a shower before we leave for Jake’s.”

“Fine,” you agreed. “I don’t think I’ll go, but you can go and bring JD home later.”

“Wait, you’re not going?” he asked, and you were surprised to hear a touch of hurt in his voice. “Why not?”

You gave up on the pan and set it to soak, moving on to the other few dishes in the sink. “I just don’t want to go,” you said. “I’m... tired. I don’t know.” You wanted to ask if he even wanted you there, but you bit your tongue before you did.

“Jake’s been planning this forever,” he protested. “He’s been talking about it all week. If you’re not gonna go for me, at least go for him.”

You felt the sting of tears again, the dishes and sponge blurring in front of you as you thought of how easily Jake had read that there was something off with you, how quick he’d been to try and comfort you before he even knew what was wrong.

“Fine, okay,” you said, just wanting to get Josh out of the kitchen before you started crying. “But I need to get a shower after you, so go ahead and go.”

Josh didn’t say anything else as he left, but you could feel his frustration and exasperation like a weight on your chest. You took a shaky breath and kept washing dishes, unable to think about doing anything else for the moment.

“Baby.”

You sighed. “Yes, Josh?” Why couldn’t he just leave you be?

You heard him shift nervously, that one creaky board giving a tell-tale squeak underfoot.

“Is this, uh...” He sounded anxious, unsure. “I’m not trying to pry, but... is this yours?”

You took a deep breath, trying to control the urge to snap at him to leave you alone. “Is what mine?”

You looked over your shoulder and saw him holding the pregnancy test.

“Um... this.”

You couldn’t have bit back the sob that escaped you if you’d wanted to. The tears that you’d held at bay since you’d seen those two little lines suddenly would not be stopped, and your expression crumpled as tears streaked down your face.

“Baby,” Josh said, heartbroken. He left the test on the counter and came over to you.

“I d-didn’t mean for you to see it,” you sobbed, overwhelmed and panicked that he knew. “I’m s-sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” he asked, completely at a loss. “Sweetheart, there’s nothing to be sorry for.”

He tried to turn you around to face him, to take you in his arms, and you pulled back from his touch.

“Your shirt,” you said brokenly. “My h-hands are soapy.”

“I don’t care about my shirt, baby,” he said softly. “Come here.”

You let him hold you then, soapy hands crumpling the fabric of his shirt, so desperate to be near him that you felt your heart would break with the pain of it. You had missed him so terribly, had needed him so badly; now that you had him close, you buried your face in the crook of his neck and cried.

“It’s okay, baby,” he said. He hugged you tighter. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I just took the test today,” you said, your voice wrecked with tears and muffled against his shoulder. “I was going to tell you, but I — ”

“I came home and yelled at you,” he said, guilty and apologetic. “I know. I’m sorry, baby.”

You sucked in a hitching breath. “It wasn’t just that. I — I was afraid to tell you,” you admitted in a small voice. “I didn’t know if you would be happy.”

He pulled back from you then. You cried harder at the hurt and sorrow in his expression.

“What do you mean you didn’t know?” he asked. His eyes were glassy with tears. “Did you... did you really think I wouldn’t be?”

“Well, you haven’t...” Your voice was wobbly, pitiful. “I mean, we haven’t been...” You raised a trembling hand to try and brush away the tears that wouldn’t stop coming.

“You’ve just been so unhappy,” you said miserably. “You’re never home any more, and you’re so overwhelmed at work, and you don’t want to be with me. Maybe you don’t...” Your voice broke. “Maybe you don’t want another baby with me.”

He took a step back from you and leaned against the island, looking dazed and heartbroken.

“Josh, honey,” you said, feeling guilt well up to mix with all the other emotions raging inside you. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry. I know it's not true.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay.” He tried to blink back tears, but he had to swipe a hand over the few that fell; he was silent for a moment as he thought of what to say.

“I know I’ve been distant,” he said eventually. “I’ve been so wrapped up with work, and I let it affect things between us. It’s not an excuse, but I want you to know I haven’t been keeping my distance because I don’t want to be with you. The only thing I want is to be with you. I’ve just been trying not to bring all that stress home, and the only way I could figure out how to do it was to just... not bring myself home, really. It's stupid, and I know it's done more harm than good.”

He met your eyes, completely vulnerable with you.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, baby,” he said sincerely. “The thought that I wouldn't want more kids with you — nothing could be further from the truth. I hate that I made myself distant when you needed me, and I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t share something with me because you were afraid of how I’d react. Especially something like this.”

You took a shaky breath. “So you are happy?”

He gave a watery laugh and brushed more tears away, his cheeks flushed and tear-streaked.

“Yes, I’m happy,” he said. “Of course I’m happy. We’re having another baby.”

You could do nothing else but hug him then, wrapping your arms around his neck as you held each other tight. He buried his face in your neck and squeezed you to him.

“Oh, my god,” you said quietly, all of a sudden hit with the reality of it. “We’re really having another baby.”

He breathed a laugh. “We're really having another baby,” he said agreed. “Are you happy?”

“Yes,” you said, and for the first time, you knew it was true. Your panic had come from not knowing what Josh’s reaction would be, not from the idea of having another baby; now that you knew Josh was pleased with your news, you could let yourself be excited too.

You hugged him tighter. “I love you, Josh.”

“I love you too,” he said. He kissed your cheek, then the bridge of your nose, then the corner of your mouth. “I’m so happy and so proud of you, little mama.”

You looked up at him with a wobbly smile. “I missed you calling me that.” He’d called you that all through your first pregnancy, and you hadn’t even thought about him doing it again with this one.

He chuckled. “You don’t have to miss it any more.” He kissed you. “I love you so much, little mama. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”

You framed his beloved face with your hands and kissed him for a long while.

“I missed you,” you said when you broke apart.

He rested his head against yours. “I missed you too, baby. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Of course I forgive you. I love you.” You ran your fingers through his curls. “Just promise to bring every part of you home from now on, okay? Even if you're stressed and frustrated. I want all of you, Josh. I need all of you.”

He kissed you. “I will, baby. You have all of me, I promise.”

—

Later, in the warm evening haze of good music, good food, and good friends in Jake and Sparrow’s back yard, you let Josh tell your family the news.

“Couldn’t let Jake outdo you, huh?” Sam teased, clapping Josh’s shoulder. “Congratulations, man.”

Josh beamed. “Thanks, Sam. I know you and Danny like to get in all the practice you can at being the cool uncles.”

“Oh, we've already got that down,” Sam scoffed. “Right, Dan?”

“Sure thing, love,” Danny said distractedly, too absorbed in playing cars with JD to really answer. He drove the tiny race car around on the patio table, making your little boy giggle every time he “crashed”.

“Are you excited for the new baby?” Danny asked JD.

“Baby!” JD said excitedly. He put his little hands over Danny’s. “Crash the car, Uncle Danny!”

Danny chuckled and bumped the car into an empty beer bottle with an exaggerated crashing noise, making JD dissolve in giggles. You watched them with a fond smile, thankful that your new baby would grow up just as loved as JD was.

Jake opened two more beers and handed one to Josh, clinking his bottle against his twin’s.

“I knew there was something going on with you,” Jake said, pointing a stern finger at you, but he couldn’t hide his smile. He looked to Sparrow. “Didn’t I say there was something going on with her?”

She laughed. “Yes, honey. You’re a genius.”

You met Josh’s eyes; you saw a flash of guilt in his expression at the knowledge that Jake had known before he did that something had been off with you. You gave him a reassuring smile, and his returning one was thankful and apologetic.

Sparrow put her hand over yours, drawing your attention from Josh.

“I’m so happy for you two,” she said. She touched a hand to her baby bump. “I’m glad our little girl will have a cousin so close in age.”

You gasped. “A girl?” Your question was echoed by all three of Jake’s brothers.

Jake grinned. “Yeah, didn’t we tell you?”

“Oh, Jake,” Sparrow chided, but her sweet smile gave her away. She looked back to you. “We just found out this morning. I wanted to call and tell you as soon as we knew, but Jake said to wait until tonight.”

You squeezed her hand. “That’s wonderful news, Sparrow. I’m so happy for you guys.” You could only imagine how devoted little Miss Kiszka’s uncles would be to her, and knew the only person more wrapped around her little finger than Josh, Danny, and Sam would be Jake.

The guys insisted that the mamas sit back and relax while they cleared the table and tidied the kitchen, and you and Sparrow were happy to oblige. You watched Sam and JD play with Sam’s new puppy; Sam told his nephew to give the puppy “nice pets”, and both of them laughed when the puppy gave JD’s hand an enthusiastic kiss.

“I would absolutely kick your ass in rummy,” Danny said to Jake as they came through the back door. “Get me a deck of cards and I’ll do it right now.”

“You’re on,” Jake said with a grin. He looked to his wife. “Do you know where the playing cards are?”

“Look in the cabinet by the record player,” she advised.

He shook his head. “Already looked there.”

She got out of her chair with some difficulty, and Jake hurried to help her.

“I didn’t mean for you to get up, honey,” he chided. “Sit back down. I’ll find them.”

She smiled and patted his cheek. “You’d be in there for seven years trying to find them, Jacob.”

He huffed a laugh and offered his arm to her as they went inside. “You’re probably right.”

Danny went to join Sam and JD with the puppy, and you were alone for a moment until Josh came back out with a glass of water in his hand.

“Drink up, little mama,” he said, handing it to you. “We gotta start making sure you’re hydrating and resting more.”

You gave a dramatic sigh. “No more ragers and bar crawls, then?”

He laughed. “Sorry, baby. Both of those are out.”

“What will I ever do for fun now?” you asked, looking up at him.

He raised a brow when a John Denver song came on Jake’s playlist. “There’s always dancing.”

You grinned and took his hand when he offered it, letting him lead you a few paces away from the table into the soft grass.

“I’m bringing me home to you,” Josh sang, his voice a perfect compliment to the musician you’d both adopted as yours. He dipped you and brought you back up to kiss you, smiling at the shower of giggles that escaped you.

“It’s all I have to give,” he continued. “My life, my love, my everything — it’s you I choose to be with.”

You smiled up at him, showing him every bit of love and relief and joy you felt at being close to him in this beautiful warm night.

“I love you,” he said softly. “Thank you for choosing me, baby.”

You kissed him, all soft and tender touches, resting in him. “I love you, Josh. Thank you for choosing me too.”

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