#pt 10

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if possible could we get some more fraser plinks? specifically sub fraser who begs for permission to cum and cries when you peg him 🙏🙏 he’s so cutie i love him 😭

Of course love!

Fraser Minten - NHL P!links pt 10?

Needy Minty

2 person chain

The shit he sends you as soon as he gets to the hotel

Tying him up and leaving for work

More pegging

Chair Ride

Titty drunk Minty

Handcuffed humping

[xno-more-smilesx]

Temporarily Gay Pt. 10 - Oh shit.

Things are about to got to shit, we learn why the Titans came and how little they care about it now that they think their mission priority changed. We also have some Sam Art to make her justice. We also may be finally reaching the end, maybe a couple of parts more, my guess so far its till part 15, so lets hope this turns out alright.

Part 9 Masterlist Part 11

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The click of the apartment door latch was loud in the silent, tense room. Victor stood still for a moment, listening to Danny’s hurried footsteps fade down the hallway. The air felt charged, thick with a distress he’d only just begun to recognize.

His gaze shifted to Wes. He was sitting at the kitchen table looking at the door worried. He’s been just staring at his screen until Danny announced he was leaving, but now he looked like he was gonna bolt and follow him or slam his face against the table. Which made no sense. Danny seemed calm and seren in the morning while they were making breakfast, a bit jittery, but so far that seemed just to be part of his mannerisms, but the last half an hour he started noticing that Danny seemed more… energetic. Cleaning the whole apartment and then pacing.

He thought maybe they had a fight, with Wes just staring at his computer blankly and with such a tragic face, and Danny getting more worked up as time passed by, but something wasn't adding up.

An hour later, Wes was a portrait of anxious guilt, pacing the living room rug, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. The cheerful domesticity of an hour ago had curdled into something sour and heavy. Victor’s initial, neutral assessment of Wes—Wally’s awkward, perhaps overly earnest brother—was rapidly calcifying into something else. The signs had been there: the tension in Danny’s shoulders whenever Wes entered a room, the forced politeness, the way his eyes would dart towards exits, this wasn't looking like just a lovers fight anymore.

At that moment his phone buzzed in his pocket. Not a normal vibration, but a specific, sequenced pulse against his leg. The Titan’s alert.

He answered, bringing the device to his ear. “Stone.”

The voice on the other end was cool and devoid of any emotion, a stark contrast to the turmoil in the apartment. “Victor. We have a situation. A significant complication regarding Weston.”

Victor’s posture straightened almost imperceptibly. His free hand curled into a loose fist at his side. “Go ahead.”

“We conducted a standard background deep-dive. Public records, archived web data.” Tim’s voice was a quiet, efficient “We’ve uncovered a persistent, multi-year pattern of obsessive behavior directed at Fenton. Stalking, unauthorized surveillance, extensive photographic documentation published without consent on a now-defunct blog. The subject’s identity, daily routine, and family were all focal points.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed minutely. He watched Wes sink onto the couch, head in his hands. The image of a victimized predator, or a genuinely remorseful man? Victor’s internal systems whirred, cross-referencing behavior patterns. The data was damning.

“The subject’s acute distress and his abrupt departure align with a trauma response,” Tim continued, clinical and cold. “The instigator of the original trauma is now his primary point of contact in a confined environment. The risk assessment has escalated to critical.”

A low hum emanated from Victor’s cybernetic components, a sound usually inaudible to human ears. His mission parameters had just been violently rewritten. Protect the asset. Neutralize the threat.

“Understood,” Victor said, his voice a low rumble. “Rally point?”

“The van. Two blocks east. We are en route.”

“On my way.” He ended the call, the simple act feeling like the slamming of a cell door.

He turned to the figure on the couch. Wes looked up, his expression a mess of worry and confusion. “Is everything okay?”

“A work issue has come up,” Victor said, his tone flat, offering no warmth, no reassurance. “It requires the full team’s immediate attention. I must go.”

He didn’t wait for a response. He collected his jacket, gave a curt nod that wasn’t returned, and left. The door closed behind him with finality.

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The interior of the surveillance van was cramped, filled with the low glow of monitor screens and the scent of recycled air and tension. Victor slid the door shut behind him, sealing them in.

Roy was the picture of controlled fury, arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. Gar’s usual easy-going demeanor was gone; he was uncharacteristically still, his green eyes sharp and serious.

And Wally… Wally was a wreck. He sat on a metal crate, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. His shoulders were hunched, and he was visibly shaking, a low, frustrated sound escaping him.

“He’s my brother,” he mumbled, his voice thick with anguish. “How did I not see this? I thought… I raised that kid, took care of him because our parents were never around” He took a shaky breath. “I thought this was a good thing.” He looked up, his expression devastated. “He told me they were dating.” He shifted his gaze to the floor and suppressed whine that was trying to tear his way out of his throat. “I can't hear it again, Tim. Just… give Vic the highlights. Please.” He stood up abruptly, needing to move, needing space that didn’t exist in the van. So he pushed past Victor and left the Van to take a moment.

Tim nodded, even though Wally was already outside and he could hear his frantic steps pacing outside the Van. Then turned his calm, analytical gaze to Victor. “The summary is: Wesley West is not a harmless fanboy. He is a calculated and persistent stalker with a documented history of harassing Danny. His current proximity isn't a coincidence; it's the culmination of that fixation. Danny isn't nervous around his boyfriend. He's terrified of his stalker.”

Roy slammed a fist against a console. “We need to get in there and get him out of there. Now. The mission can wait.”

“The mission is this,” Tim countered, his voice ice-cold. He pulled up two sets of data on side-by-side screens. On one side were the archived photos from Wes’s blog. On the other were official GIW intake forms and energy readouts.

“Think it through, Roy. Our primary objective is to assess the GIW’s capability and legality. Our preliminary assessment is already complete: they are a catastrophically incompetent, illegally armed, and dangerously paranoid paramilitary group. Their 'tech' is a joke, their protocols are a violation of a dozen international statutes, and their primary response to any anomaly is excessive force. They are not a credible agency; they are a ticking bomb.”

He let that sink in for a moment. The verdict was already in. The GIW were clowns with lethal weapons.

Tim sighed deeply, dragging his hand over his eyes “It didn’t take long, just a cursory glance at their back locks and at the local news could tell anyone that” he turns to the others “I really don’t know how the managed to convince anyone of anything they did, but I already sent a report to the league so they can deal with that”

The others nod and then turn to Roy when he huffs and starts tapping his foot “I knew there was something off about that guy. The way he looks at Danny… That's just not the look you give someone you love” He shakes his head and turns to look Tim in the eyes “Thats why we need to get in there and get him out of there. Now.”

“And do what?” Garfield asked, his voice uncharacteristically grim. “Kick the door down? We have no legal standing. This is a covert op, remember? We’re ‘IT consultants.’”

“We have a moral standing!” Roy shot back.

“And confirm the victim’s isolation?” Tim countered. “If we confront Wes, he could become violent. If we reveal what we know, Danny could deny it out of fear, shame or Stockholm syndrome. Our intervention must be strategic.”

Tim went back to the computer, his fingers flying across a keyboard and pulling up files on a main screen. Archived blog posts from a site called The Fenton Truth with paranoid headlines like "Phantom's Human Host: The Daniel Fenton Hypothesis" and "Decoding the Duplicity: A Timeline of Lies." The screen split to show grainy, long-lens photos of a younger Danny walking to school, eating lunch in the park, laughing with his friends on the steps of Casper High. “A direct confrontation without Danny’s cooperation could backfire. We could alienate him entirely and leave him isolated with Weston.”

Wally, who had just re-entered the van, paled. "Where did you get those? How... how far back does this go?"

"It goes back to their sophomore year of high school," Tim said, his voice cold . "The primary source was an archived version of Wes's own blog, 'The Fenton Truth.' He was... prolific, but careless. He used a proprietary image hosting service that went defunct two years ago. Most people would think the data was lost."

Tim brought up a complex-looking interface on another monitor, a digital spiderweb of connections and code. "The company's assets, including their server backups, were sold off in a bankruptcy auction. The data was sitting in a cold storage server farm, unencrypted. It was a simple matter to locate the auction winner, identify the storage architecture, and access the relevant data clusters."

He said it with the same ease as someone describing how to find a book in a public library. "The blog posts and most of the photographs were recovered from there. He tagged them meticulously. By date. By location. By subject." Tim's gaze was icy. "He created a comprehensive digital diary of his harassment. We've just... checked it out." He crosses his arms and leans against the inside of the van “He not only stalked him, he put a target on his back by basically selling him to the GIW, it was pure look they didn’t believe it. Or the only ounce of common sense” Tim rolled his eyes, “Wes obsession was delusional enough that he created a whole conspiracy to try and justify it”

The explanation hung in the air, more terrifying than if Tim had simply hacked a live site. It meant Wes's past sins weren't just forgotten internet history; they were a permanent, recoverable record. Tim hadn't just uncovered a secret; he had performed a digital resurrection.

The moral standing Roy claimed now felt backed by a cold, hard, and utterly damning mountain of evidence.

Victor processed the data, the images scrolling across his vision. “What is the play?” he rumbled.

Tim steepled his fingers. “We return. We maintain cover. But our primary objective shifts to protective surveillance. We become a buffer. We isolate Weston socially and psychologically. We make it clear he is unwelcome. We give Danny constant opportunities to engage with us, to build rapport, so he feels he has allies. We watch them every second they are together. And we wait for Danny to confirm the situation himself or for Weston to make a move.”

“Passive-aggressive warfare,” Roy grunted, a nasty smile touching his lips. “I like that”

“We need to be subtle,” Tim warned. “Wally” He turns to the redhead and softens his voice “You’re his primary link to us,” Tim instructed. “Your role is crucial. Stick to Danny like glue. Be his friend. Be his shield. Check on him constantly. Let him know, without saying it, that he has a way out.”

Wally nodded, his expression grim. “I can do that.”

Then he turns to his right “Roy, you handle Wes. Antagonize him. Make him nervous. Keep him off-balance.”

“With pleasure.” Roys puts on a smirk and finger guns Tim. He ignores him and turns to Gar.

“Garfield, you run interference. Keep the mood light, but steer it away from Wes. Separate them whenever possible.”

“Got it. Humor as a weapon. My specialty.”

“Victor,” Tim said, finally. “You’re intimidation. Your presence alone is a deterrent. Watch them. Be there, it would keep Wes from trying anything.”

Victor gave a single, sharp nod. The hum of his systems was a promise.

“And you, Tim?” Roy asked.

Tim’s expression was icy. “I’ll be auditing. Every move he makes.”

The plan was set. They were no longer a group of friends crashing a vacation, but a tactical unit moving to secure a hostage situation. 

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The lock on the apartment door clicked open.

Inside, the air was still soft with the aftermath of confession. The silence between Danny and Wes wasn't awkward or charged; it was contemplative. Exhausted, but clean. The weight that had been crushing Danny’s chest for days felt… lighter. Not gone, but bearable. He’d named the monster, and in doing so, it had lost some of its power.

Wes looked similarly drained, but there was a new clarity in his eyes. The guilt was still there, a fundamental part of him now, but it was no longer a chaotic, drowning wave. It was a settled, sober understanding. He looked at Danny, not with the meek, patronizing fear of the last few days, but with a resolved respect.

“I, uh… I could make tea,” Wes offered, his voice quiet but steady. It wasn’t a plea for forgiveness or an act of submission. It was an offer of truce. A simple, normal thing two people who were no longer at war might do.

Danny almost smiled. It was a tired, fragile thing, but it was real. “Yeah. Tea sounds… yeah.”

They moved into the kitchen together, a new, tentative synchronicity in their movements. Wes filled the kettle and Danny got out two mugs. The quiet felt like it belonged to them, a fragile bubble of hard-won peace.

This was the scene the Titans walked in on.

The fragile bubble in the kitchen popped.

The scene they saw—Wes at the stove, Danny getting mugs, the domestic normalcy—did not compute with the narrative of "stalker and victim" they had just built in the van. Their minds, preconditioned by Tim's evidence, instantly warped it into something sinister.

Wally saw his brother beside Danny and his heart broke anew. He saw not a truce, but the successful, horrifying culmination of Wes's obsession. He saw Danny not as calm, but as trapped and conditioned. He surged forward, his speed a blur of protective fervor, inserting himself physically between Danny and the counter, his back to Wes.

“Hey, man,” Wally said, his voice too loud, too bright, and clapped a hand on Danny’s shoulder, a gesture that felt less like friendship and more like claiming territory. “You okay? Everything cool?” His eyes desperately searched Danny’s face for a hidden signal, a blink for help. Noticing the faint receding red eyes and the tired gaze, feeling his heart clench.

Danny flinched at the sudden contact and the jarring shift in energy. The calm he’d just fought for began to fray. “Uh, yeah. Fine.” He was confused by Wally's intensity, but he nodded. "Yeah. All good." He assured, sharing a glance at Wes, who also confused, just raised and eyebrow and went to turn on the stove to heat the water.

Wally’s hand remained on Danny’s shoulder, a heavy, warm weight that felt less comforting and more confining. Danny’s brief moment of peace was evaporating under the intensity of Wally’s concern.

He could feel the eyes of the others on him, a palpable pressure that made the small kitchen feel claustrophobic. The relaxed stance he had before the arrival was slowly tensing back up. Man, he was so tired of this.

“Good, good. That’s good,” Wally said again, the words rushed, then, his eyes finally left Danny’s face to sweep the kitchen, taking in the two mugs on the counter and the kettle in Wes’s hand. His smile tightened. “Making tea? Awesome. I’ll grab a mug too.” It wasn't a question. 

Roy moved past them to the fridge, his shoulder brushing against Wes’s with just a little too much force,” he grunted, though the contact had been his doing. and grabbed a soda, popping the top as he leaned against the counter opposite Wes,.

From the doorway, Garfield offered a wave, but his eyes, for once, weren't smiling. They flicked between Danny and Wes.

Victor’s large frame filled the entrance to the living room. He didn’t speak, but his presence fundamentally altered the energy of the space, making it feel smaller, more scrutinized. Even when he was just moving back to where he left his stuff earlier.

And Tim… Tim simply moved to the small coffee table and set down his laptop, which at some point he got without Danny noticing he went to the study to retrieve it. He didn’t look at anyone directly, but Danny could feel his attention like a physical touch. It was the same hyper-analytical gaze from before, and it set every one of Danny’s nerves on edge. The paranoia, so recently quieted, began to whisper again. They’re watching. They’re always watching. Fuck.

The easy synchronicity he and Wes had found was gone, shattered by the Titans’ return. The act of making tea, a simple offer of truce, now felt like a performance under a microscope.

Wes kept his head down, focusing on the kettle as it began to hiss softly on the stove. The friendly, if awkward, atmosphere from minutes before had been replaced by a thick, uncomfortable silence. He could feel the hostility radiating from Roy and whatever the fuck Wally’s shtick had going on now. He’d gone from feeling like he was on the path to redemption to feeling like a predator was about to start chasing him.

“So,” Wally said, finally releasing Danny’s shoulder to pull out a third mug with a clatter that was too loud in the quiet room. “What’d you guys get up to while we were gone?”

The question was innocent. It was the way he asked it—too casual, too focused on Danny—that made it feel like an interrogation.

Danny shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not much. Just… talked.” He didn’t elaborate, didn't even hold his gaze for more than a couple of seconds. The day already felt long and tiring enough, he was exhausted and just wanted to have some tea, but now the others came back with some kind of weird mood and Wally was asking about his conversation with Wes. I felt private, fragile. He didn’t want to expose it to this new, intense energy.

“Talk. Cool, cool,” Wally said, nodding a little too vigorously. He went and put himself in front of Wes, grabbing the kettle and poured hot water into all three mugs when it whistled, steam billowing into the tense air. He handed one to Danny, then hesitated for a fraction of a second before finally turning and placing the third mug on the counter near Wes, a clear afterthought.

The gesture was small, but deafening. The message was received by everyone in the room: You are separate. You are other.

Danny watched it happen, a cold knot forming in his stomach. He saw the faint flinch in Wes’s posture, the way his shoulders hunched almost imperceptibly. He saw the satisfied glint in Roy’s eye. He saw Garfield’s poorly concealed wince.

And he saw Tim, from his perch in the love seat with his laptop in front of him, note it all down without writing a single word.

The Titans were here. They had settled in. And without saying a single thing about what they’d discovered, they had drawn a line straight through the middle of the apartment, with Danny on one side, and Wes firmly, and utterly, on the other. The fragile peace was over. The siege had begun.

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Damn, that was hard to write, could get a good grasp of Cyborg, wanted to keep his calm and analytical demeanor but also make him act like a thirty something year old that likes to goof around (mind you, I've only watched Teen Titans back when I was like 10 w my siblings and then really sorted media without really engaging, so it was hard to get to his POV) also, Tim's a bitch, I love that man, but god does he fuck up for not looking more than hi theories.

I also got to put on here @richcrazydad mention of Stockholm's Syndrome! Cuz, that's not what's going on between Danny and Wes, BUT! to outsiders it could totally seem like that! And loved that someone pointed it out. Shit is flying towards the fan, and Danny already cleaned the whole apartment, he's done with this bullshit.

Anyway, that's all for today, C ya!

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Late night thoughts about Vampire Elvis😈🩸

“You like getting me all riled up is that it?”

[thebubblesareevil]

Life on the farm pt 10 gifts from the beyond pt 1

After a lovely dinner Danny called everyone to the living room for souvenirs. Clark was sitting on the couch with Lois sitting on the arm rest next to him. Conner sat next to them looking perfectly comfortable. Danny smiled to himself he knew they would get along if given the chance, they just needed a little push. Once Ma and pa sat in their seats with Cujo happily taking his place in Pa’s lap Danny used his claws to open a small portal and pulled out a box.

He opened the box and with a smirk he pulled out a beautifully wrapped gift. “For the lovely Miss. Lang, I hope you find this to your standards.” Lois looked surprised, but not unhappy.

“I wasn’t expecting anything, but thanks spooky!” She took the gift and happily began to unwrap it as Pa leaned over to Danny.

“Now as someone who has experienced your particular…flair for gift wrapping, I know you didn’t wrap that.” He whispered. Danny could feel a flush of ectoplasm rush to his face.

Danny cleared his throat and looked away “I might have had a little help from the box ghost.” Pa laughed and Lois gasped. Danny looked up “Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it!” In her hands was a beautifully crafted hand bound leather journal with a fountain pen tied to the front. Danny gave a light chuckle

“Open it and read the first page!” Lois carefully untied the notebook and opened it to the first page. There written in glowing green ink was a message

Miss Lois Lang

If my time as a reporter taught me anything, you should never let a man do a woman’s job. Keep ears to the ground and your eyes to the sky. Keep up the great work.

Sincerely

Mrs. Nellie Bly

Lois sat in shock “How in the hell-” Danny laughs

“I just spent the last month in the infinite realms. With access to every afterlife that has, or will, ever existed. I couldn’t pass up the chance when I ran into her at the Ghost Writers library. Between you and me I think she trying to sucker him into giving up some of his books.” He said with a wink. Everyone looked at Danny like he was crazy “what? What did I say?”

Ma looked at Danny concerned “Sweetheart you were only gone for a week.” Danny looked at Ma confused before an understanding look covered his face.

“Shit, sorry Ma, time is weird in the infinite realms. While it’s only been a week here, a month passed in the realms. It’s crazy, one time I went to a party in the Far Frozen and when I got home my sister yelled at me for an hour because I had been gone for three days!” Danny laughed, Ma just gave him a sad smile and a nod.

Lois looked towards Martha surprised. She gave her a slow shake of the head “Well I hope you were able to get everything done that you needed to.”

Danny popped up “oh yeah! Everything is pretty hectic with Halloween coming up! Fright Knight is super excited to host the hunt this year!” He started digging through the box once more before pulling out a wrapped gift “this one is for you Ma!” Ma carefully unwraps the gift and lets out a happy laugh when she pulled out the cook book.

“Sweetheart you didn’t have to do all this! I’ll admit I wanted that pie recipe but really.” Danny laughs “when the lunch lady heard you wanted a single recipe I was afraid she might burst from joy, she told me to come back before I left and she would have it ready. Never let it be said she let anyone go hungry.” Danny grinned “Remind me later to tell you about the time she attacked my high school cafeteria just because my friend changed the menu.” He said turning back to the box of gifts. Lois looked over to Martha with concern and she silently mouthed ‘later’ to her eldest sons partner.

“Pa! I thought you’d get a kick outta this!” He pulled out a large box covered in fish wrapping paper. “It’s a little cheesy but I couldn’t resist when I saw it. Pa opened the box to reveal a large marlin on a frame. He let out a barking laugh as Danny fell into a fit. Cujo falls from his place on Pa’s lap and runs over to claim conners lap for his own. (Not that Conner would complain)

“It’s perfect!” Danny raises his hand trying to stop laughing long enough to speak. “Wait! It gets better!” Danny takes the marlin and sets against the wall. He holds up a finger and slowly walks past. Just as he reaches the head of the massive fish the head jerks forward and you hear a roosters crow screech through the house. Pa slaps his leg and can’t stop laughing. Clark has a huge grin splitting his face.

“That fish makes a better rooster than lord Reddington ever did!” Lois looked at Martha confused

“I thought the rooster was named big red?” Ma gives her a smile.

“Chickens are noble creatures, as such they must be given suitably noble names. At least that’s what Clark decided in kindergarten. He announced Lady chickadonna’s approach for a month.”

Conner laughed “and here I thought that was Danny’s influence.” Pa shook his head

“Nope that was all Clark!” Once more the family falls into a fit of laughs. Danny waves his hand.

“C’Mon! At this rate we’re never gonna finish with y’all’s gifts! Clark! You’re next! I had to pull a few strings to get this one so I hope you like it.” Danny pulls an orb out of the box, tossing it to Clark. With a smile he easily caught the orb.

He almost dropped it when he saw the familiar shade of green. “Before you freak out! I had a friend make sure any harmful properties have been stripped from the stone. Pinky swear!” Danny reassured, Conner peered over trying to get a better look without disturbing Cujo. Clark turned the orb over in his hands, finding it full of small holes, with an opening on the bottom. “If you put a light in the bottom it will show you constellations that surrounded Krypton before it’s destruction.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s not much but-” before Danny could finish he found himself in a bone crushing hug from his older brother.

“Thanks Danny, this means a lot. I don’t have much of my home planet, and any piece I run into causes nothing but pain. I can’t take the fortress home with me but this, this is perfect. Thank you”

Danny blushes, pushing his brother away “alright, that’s enough sappy shit! Time for Conner!” Danny starts digging through the box searching for conners gift. He pulls out a box with a grin on his face. “Okay so I had Technus upgrade this to to the teeth. Since the moment you left that tube you’ve been fighting crime, time for a little fun!” Conner cautiously unwrapped the box revealing a game consul. It was sleek and black with glowing green circuitry decorating it. “It will play any disk you want, regardless of the system and it connects to the internet but it is completely untraceable.” Conner grins.

“Wally is gonna freak out when he sees this! He’s been trying to get me to play some of his video games.”

“I’ve got a few gifts for the team as well! We can bring them by tomorrow after breakfast.” Conner grins

“Excited to bring Kaldur his gift?” Danny blushes with a scowl.

“Excuse me but as your older brother it is my responsibility to tease you, not the other way around” everyone laughs

“He wouldn’t tease you if you just made a move already, he clearly likes you” Clark said nudging his arm. Danny scoffs, brushing him off he turns away to put away the box.

“Yeah right, and Ember has plans to dye her hair pink. He likes me as a friend, if even that. Besides it would be a bad idea” he held a grim look on his face

Ma smacks her knee “Well I think it’s time for pie Lois why don’t you come help me set the table?” Lois smiles and accepts. They turn the corner and before Martha stops her and whispers “Let me remind you that I know at least two of my boys have super hearing, Danny is still up for debate but knowing him it wouldn’t surprise me.” Lois smiled

“Oh trust me I couldn’t possibly forget! Not since his highly amusing attempt at acting surprised when he got a writing award.” The two laughed

“For all his secrets, an actor my son is not. Did I ever tell you about the time he auditioned for the school play? He tried out for the part of Hercules… poor boy Pa had to take him out for ice cream to cheer him up after they told him that he just couldn’t pull off super strength.” Lois snorted

“That doesn’t surprise me in the least! Did I ever tell you how I tricked him into revealing his identity?”

———-

Clark slumped in his chair “I may never recover from this particular team up.” Pa walked over to Clark and threw his arm around his shoulder.

“There are some things all men fear, one of which is your mother and your partner meeting. There are no secrets there.”

Danny shrugged “Hey look at it this way, at least they aren’t talking about the different ways they want to tear you apart” he laughed “that was a really weird dinner”

Clark and Conner stared at Danny in open shock before Conner spoke up “Danny… did you date a supervillain?!” Danny shook his head

“Nah, I just dated a ghost hunter.”

Ma and Lois walked into the dining room to witness the shock and confusion on the mens faces as Conner shouted in confusion.

“Danny I hate to break it to you but… YOURE A GHOST!!”

“Yeah but SHE didn’t know that, besides after she found out she apologized for trying to destroy me, no big deal”

“Yes, of course, that makes EVERYTHING okay!” Conner was done, he was tired of finding out his big brother was hurt and he just brushes it off. “If I told you M’gann tried to kill me or hell mind control me, would you be okay with it as long as she said she was sorry?!”

“Of course not!” Danny gave an offended shout

“Then why is it okay that your ex tried to kill you? Why is one okay but not the other?!” Danny looked at Conner sadly.

“Because as far as she was concerned, as far as half the town was concerned, I was just another evil ghost trying to hurt them. I can’t blame them either, because not only were a majority of the ghosts that came through angry and looking for a fight but… I had some pretty damning evidence against me unless you looked a little closer. That’s the difference between me and you. When people look at you two… they see heroes, when they look at me they see a monster.” Clark looks at Danny in shock, Ma goes up to Danny with a pie in her hands.

“You’re a hero Danny, no matter what anyone else says” she says placing the pie on the table, she turns and gives Danny a warm hug. “Now enough of all that it’s time for pie!”

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The Children’s Crusade #TPB “part two” pt10 (Final)

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Are you sure i’m not high? Pt 10

[Authors note: I’M BACK BABY! WHOOO! that was a crap weekend with no internet, but i’ve not been idle! Oh, no! i’ve got a new part and i’m halfway through Chapter 11 as well!

In this chapter: A romance blossoms, We’ve skewed more events from the original timeline And Klaus stands up for us against king kong!]

TW: Drug use, cursing, Alcohol use, you know, the usual

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                                           Extraordinary Pt 1

                                         Developing feelings

When you woke up the next morning you found yourself waking up in Klaus' bed. Figuring he must have moved you at some point in the night, you slowly sat yourself up and stretched, feeling the muscles pull and pop. "Klaus?" You called out. He wasn't anywhere in the room, but the evidence of last nights little escapades were. Nail polish bottles were strewn everywhere, and the sight made you remember what exactly happened last night.

You groan and flop back onto the bed. 'Ugh, fucking Ben.' You thought. It was his fault after all that both of your secrets got blown to Allison of all people. 'I mean, it's ALLISON. She isn't just gonna run and tattle on us to Luther...right?' Speaking of... A heated argument between Klaus and Luther was taking place outside the door and you were struggling to make sense of what the two were arguing over. From the sounds of things, it was about you... "I don't see why they have to justify themselves to you, big man. Our Alibi is watertight, we were together all night, Ask the motel clerk at the Lucky Lanes if you don't believe me!" "It's not a matter of believing you, Klaus. I just want to hear it from their mouth. See if the stories match up." But Klaus was shaking his head and laughing mockingly at him. "Oh no, see, I know exactly what this is. YOU are jealous that I - Drug addled, egotistical, Dead seeing Klaus - has finally got a love interest before YOU!" Klaus laughed scathingly in his face. "And one i'm not related to either!" Luther sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "That's not-I don't-that has nothing to do with it!" Klaus grins at the blush dusting Luthers cheeks. "Denial is not just another river in Egypt, dear brother." "Whatever. I don't have to justify myself to you." Luther stalks off, mumbling something about "needing to talk to Allison." In Luthers absence Pogo walks up to Klaus, intent on finding the contents of the box. "Master Klaus." "Pogo! Hi! What can I do for you this fine morning?" You move away from the door. Klaus was still defending you? Even after all the crap that went down yesterday? You didn't know how to feel about that. On the one hand, it was clear to see that he was obviously holding a torch for you. And you wanted to be with him. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that he cared for you in a romantic sense. But you couldn't put your heart out on the line like that. Not yet. Not until you were able to keep him from being kidnapped tonight.

"He really loves you, you know." Ben stands beside you, hand in his pockets, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Yeah, I know." You sigh. "So then why are you two running circles around each other? I know you have feelings for him. Why else would you put up with all his crap?" "There's something I need to make sure of before I can even think of being with him. If I can prevent him from going to 1968, then maybe, MAYBE...I'll give this a shot." You scowl at Ben, "And his quirks are not 'crap', they add to his personality!" Ben raises his eyebrows, smirk prevalent on his face. "You literally just proved my point there, you know that?" Before you can reply, Klaus bursts through the room, quickly slamming the door behind him. You raise an eyebrow at his behavior, "Uhh, you alright there buddy?" There's a brief moment where Klaus' eyes snap over to you and you could swear you felt the world stop. There was no Ben, no looming apocalypse, nothing. Just the two of you against the world. "[Y/N]! Oh good you're up! We need to go."

And the world starts back up again. "Go? Like, now? And where?"

"Yes, now." Klaus quickly opens the window leading to the fire escape and opens it, looking down. "And you know how you have that power playbook under the mattress?" "Yes?" You question. "Well..." Klaus quickly pulls on a grey sleeveless top, and a purple scarf. "Pogo's been on my ass about it again, and I get the feeling if we leave via the normal route he won't be as easy to wave off." He find his coat and grabs a spare red leather jacket, tossing it over to you. "So your solution is to, what? Hide behind the dumpster like a scared 13 year old?" Pulling on the jacket you marvel at how perfect it feels. Like it was made just for you. That isn't creepy at all. Noooo. "Pretty much, yeah." Klaus shrugs and tosses you a pair of vans before hopping out onto the fire escape. You waste no time pulling them on and following him. "Oh, this is a terrible idea" You mumble to yourself, sliding down the ladder. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You and Klaus are eventually leaning against the Dumpster, having successfully eluded Pogo not 10 minutes before. The two of you are sharing a joint to celebrate and Ben is idly swinging his legs on the grating. "Can we go see a movie or something?" He whines. "Or the ocean?" You quickly hand the joint back to Klaus and point up at Ben. "After the stunt you pulled last night, you'll be lucky if we let you see anything at all!" "Oh come on! I was just trying to liven things up a bit! That was seriously too somber of a mood last night." Klaus just scoffs and rolls his eyes "Well, thanks to you dear brother, Now Allison knows our little secrets, and on top of that pogo won't GET OFF MY ASS!" You rub his shoulder in sympathy as he pulls out a flask and takes a swig. This mess was seriously stressing the two of you out. "I'd ask what the two of you were up to Klaus, but then it occurred to me. I don't care." Looking up you see Five making his way down the escape much like you did. 

"Hey!" Klaus chuckles, "You know there are easier ways out of the house, buddy?"

"Oh yeah, like we're ones to talk." You mutter.

"This one involved the least amount of talking. Or so I thought." "Hey hey hey. So, you need any more company today? I could uh, clear our schedule?" Schedule? What Schedule? All we had planned was to wait out pogo out here and smoke a joint. Not much of a schedule. Five looks between the two of you, unimpressed. "Looks like you both have your hands full." You scratch the back of your neck. "Not really. More like we're hiding from Pogo until he gets off our asses about the power playbook." "Yeah!" Klaus agrees. "We can do this whenever!" Smirking, you look at Five and loop your arm through Klaus'. "Just think, in another timeline this loveable dolt was rooting through the Dumpster and eating garbage." Five merely stares at you and blinks for a second before walking off. "This is the man you fell in love with?" He mumbles to himself before shaking his head. "Oh come on! Maybe we just wanna hang out with our brother! Not you-" Klaus points out at Ben. "Mi Hermano! I love you! Even if you can't love yourself!" "Don't get too drunk, alright? You know how Delores feels about that!" You add for good measure and the two of you laugh as Five flips you off in response.    Klaus quickly remembers what you had said just a minute ago and stops laughing. "Wait, you weren't serious about me eating garbage...were you?" You merely grin and make your way back to the manor. "It was a Dumpster doughnut. While you were dumpster diving. And you did in fact eat it." Side-eyeing the dumpster in disgust, Klaus quickly makes his way back up to you. He was suddenly REALLY glad you were here now, if that was what the other timeline offered. What he didn't see was the smile fade away as the words of Ben and Five kept coming back to the forefront of your mind. 'God help me, I love him. And that's going to break my heart.' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The day goes by slowly, far too slowly for your liking and Klaus eventually notices your silence. You're sitting on his bed, idly playing with a dreamcatcher, a thoughtful look on your face. He saunters over to the bed and pulls you into his arms, the two of you chest-to-back leaning on his pillows, and this is seriously NOT helping your problem. "What's wrong Schatzen? I've never seen you look this down before." Klaus is idly playing with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger and you merely sigh and shrug your shoulders. "It's nothing. Just...things that Five and Ben have been saying that got me thinking." "Oh? And what are we thinking about, my dear?" "I..." You don't know how to answer this without coming across as stalkerish. "What if you had the knowledge to prevent someone from experiencing a horrible fate, but in doing so it means preventing them from meeting their one true love?" You refuse to look at Klaus, too ashamed of your motives. Instead you stare at the words on the walls, "Like, you know they'd be alright in the end, But you don't want to see them go through that pain, regardless." You begin to play with a strand of his scarf, and you can feel your heart beating in your chest. It's loud and annoying and GOD you wish you could get these words out faster. "And maybe...certain feelings would be coming into play to keep you and that person together. You know they belong with that other person, but god you can't help but fall in love. And - " "Is this about me getting sent to 1968 and meeting some guy named Dave?" You wince, curling in on yourself. You can feel his chuckles reverberate through you, "Yeah, you and Five were not all that quiet. I could hear the two of you talking while I was changing yesterday." You start picturing worst case scenarios, and curl in further on yourself. "[Y/N], you're great and all but I was just play flirting with you, we could never be more than friends." "Why did you keep this from me? I have a right to know!" "I thought we were friends, Friends don't keep this a secret!" "I don't think I can be around you anymore." "GO AWAY! NOBODY WANTS YOU, UNIVERSE WRECKER!" You were beginning to hyperventilate, the Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria starting to kick in. It wasn't often you had these low points, In fact you hadn't had one since you met Klaus, but when they hit, they hit HARD. "I'm sorry, please don't hate me!" you whimper. "Hate you? Why would I do that? I could never hate you, My little Universe hopper." Klaus is holding one of his arms around your waist, while the other is soothingly running his fingers through your scalp. After a few minutes you feel yourself begin to calm down and you slowly unwind yourself from your near-fetal postion. "I understand." Klaus begins, "In your shoes I'd want to do the same thing." You have, you wanted to say, and it got you nowhere except more pain and heartbreak. "But if given the option, I'd rather be with you." Wait, what? Your confusion must show on your face cause he suddenly laughs in amusement. "What, you didn't know? I've had feelings for you for quite a while now, probably since you had that panic attack the first night we met." Yeah, that was...not your proudest moment. His fingers are still idly scratching against your scalp and the action is soothing. If you were a cat, you'd be purring right now. "And now? Would you still want to be with me? After everything you just found out?" Klaus is silent, a thoughtful expression on his face. He stops playing with your hair and moves your head so that the two of you can see each other properly. He gently cradles your face, thumb rubbing against your cheekbone, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat. He smiles. "Does this answer your question?" And he gently places his lips over yours. It wasn't the kind of kiss that you'd have passionately, no, no. This was sweeter. Kinder. More romantic. Meant to reassure and comfort more than anything. It lasted maybe a few seconds, but they felt like lifetimes. It was like...a part of your soul you didn't even know was lost had come back home to you. Your hand cradled his jaw and when Klaus finally pulled away, you smiled. "Yeah." you breathe out. "Yeah it does." "Good." Klaus leans in for another kiss when you suddenly hear pounding on the door. You both freeze.

"Klaus? you in there?" Klaus sighs and drops his forehead against yours. "God fucking dammit Luther!" He growls. The pounding continues and you sigh and move to stand. You hold out a hand for him. "Come on, we both know Luther won't stop until one of us answers." Wait. You just had an idea. A bad one, but still. A shit eating grin forms on your face. Oh this is gonna be good. You go to answer the door, Klaus' hand still entangled in yours. "Hello, Future brother-in-law!" You cheerily answer. Luthers hand is poised, about to knock again and is taken aback by the sight of you. "Uhhh, hi." Behind you, you can hear Klaus snort and try hard not to laugh.  You carry on, adding a fake pout for emphasis, "Is there a reason for you interrupting a potential steamy make-out session with my boyfriend?" Luther's face is beet red by now, "I-listen, I need to to talk to Klaus. It's important." Klaus schools his face by now into a calm mask of indifference. "Yes, oh brother of mine?" "Family meeting, like...now?" "Okay we'll be down in a-" "Klaus. Family. Meeting." The meaning is not lost on you. You weren't considered family. At least by Luthers standards. If you didn't know what his personality was already like, you'd say that stung a bit. Klaus narrows his eyes. "They. Are. Family." Awwwwww. You'd coo if you didn't think it'd get you weird looks. Luther rolls his eyes. "Can you at least tell me where Five is? I overheard you three talking this morning." Klaus raises an eyebrow. "And what would this meeting be about? If we did tell you, that is." "Mom." "Oh? That's it. Just...'Mom'?" "Yeah, so... do you guys know where Five went, or not?" Klaus looks down, begins to pick at his fingernails. "We know where he is. And we'll tell you. On one condition." Luther sighs and rolls his eyes at Klaus' childishness. "And that is?" "[Y/N] joins in. They're family. Therefore, they are a part of the family meeting."

"Klaus, I don't think merely dating them is enough of a reason-" "Don't believe me? Ask Five then! He's adamant that they're a part of this  family. For one reason or another." At some point Luther knows that he's fighting a losing battle. Whenever Klaus gets like this it's always his way or no way. And right now, it's leaning more towards his way. "FINE. Fine. They can be a part of it. But I swear one misplaced word, and they are GONE. I'm still the leader in this family, I'm allowed to make that call." Klaus merely waves off Luther and moves to grab his coat. "Come along Schatzen, We can pick up where we left off later." You giggle and go to follow them. For once your heart feels lighter, even if the circumstances are heavier than you thought possible. You had no idea what was waiting for you later that night.

[cal-puddies]

Only you know the way that I break || poly!lashton

you know we love @kindahoping4forever​ for keeping me on track. so hope you all enjoy this angst driven part.

Poly! Lashton: the blow job || daddy’s home || cream pie || take the pleasure, take it with the pain || all at once this is enough || caught in between || take my heart, hit the back || daddy issues || needy || only you know the way that I break || picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

Ash is stuck at work late, and you and Luke had been entertaining yourselves all day. 

You watched a movie, made dinner together, went for a walk, and now you were playing a video game together. You’re sitting with your back against Luke’s chest. He was randomly tickling you to mess you up. 

“Luke, don’t!” You laugh. 

“Sorry, baby, all’s fair in this game.” He chuckles, going back in to tickle you more. 

When it’s his turn to play, you turn and tackle him back to the bed. He laughs and pulls you tighter against him, “you said it was all fair.” You remind him, pecking his lips. 

“Hey if this is how you wanna play…” he laughs, flipping you and pinning your hands above your head.

“Let’s remember that this is always how I wanna play.” You smirk. 

“So naughty.” He grins, leaning in to kiss you. He moves your hands to make it easier to hold both wrists in one hand while he lets his other hand trail your body. 

“Luke.” You grin, trying to pull your hands away from him. 

“Uh uh baby.” He tsks, leaning in to bite your lip, rocking his hips into yours. 

You let out a small moan and then Luke is pulling you up as he sits back, pulling you onto his lap. 

He’s quickly getting you out of your shirt, game long forgotten. He starts kissing your neck, his fingers find their way into your shorts, and he gently rubs over your panties. “C’mon peachy.” You groan.

“What baby girl? You know how to ask for what you want.” He tsks. 

You narrow your eyes at him. “I wanna wait till daddy gets home and let him bend me over the bed.” You tease. 

Luke mocks offense and pinches your thigh, “Rude.” He laughs. 

“I guess you’ll do.” You shrug and roll your eyes. You lean in for a kiss and pull his shirt off, trailing your hands down his chest. 

Luke lays you back and you lift your hips, letting him pull off your shorts and panties. He quickly rids himself of his shorts, and you reach for his half hard cock, giving it a few tugs. “Remember when you used to get so hard, just from getting me naked?” You tease. 

He pushes your hand away, “you still get me hard, baby girl. I’m just more immune to your antics than I used to be.” He places one hand on each knee and pushes them up your thighs, using his thumbs to massage over your core. 

“Hmm… I guess after two and half years that’s probably valid.” You murmur, bucking your hips to meet his thumbs. 

“You’re still just as impatient as you’ve ever been.” He laughs, moving his hands up to your hips, he pulls you closer so he can push in. And then his hands are on the bed next to your head, he leans in for kiss, “but it's one of the things that makes you fun.” He murmurs. 

As he builds his rhythm, your mind wraps around the two and half years together and you become majorly distracted. With everything going on with your family, it’s tearing you apart that you can’t  have both of your men with you, that you don’t even want to talk about it with them, because you can’t pick one. 

And that was tough. Your uncle is the person you’re closest too and he was so open minded. The only one who could even begin to fathom what you were doing with Luke and Ashton and he was not judgmental about it at all. He had a few questions, but you were happy to answer them and overall he was happy about it because you were happy and cared for and loved. 

And it’s inevitable, that you’ll have to choose, Luke or Ash since your uncle's cancer has already so far progressed. Your family is preparing for the worst, he was only given weeks at his last check up. 

Typical for Luke, he doesn’t really seem to notice. But you zone back in as he starts to moan more. You can tell he’s gonna cum soon. And you’re too far gone to work yourself up enough to meet him. Not to mention that opens a ton of doors for Luke to ask you questions. And you did your best to give him a normal day and no cause for concern. 

“I’m so close, baby girl, you ready?” He checks. 

You fake a moan for his benefit and nod, “yeah Peachy, make me cum.” You press your lips to his and focus on trying to simulate what your orgasm would feel like for him. Luke Cums, you feel it, and you try your best to squeeze around him, the way he’d feel if you’d actually cum. “So good Peachy.” You moan, kissing him. 

But Luke pulls back, and he looks at you. “Did you… you just… you faked it?” He asks. 

“Luke…” you say.

He pulls all the way away from you, “I can’t…” 

“I’ve never before.” You assure him. 

“I know. That’s how I fuckin know you did now.” He gets off the bed and grabs his underwear and slams the bathroom door behind him. 

“Luke! I’m Sorry.” You call after him. But he doesn’t respond. 

You slip off the bed and find your panties and shorts, switching the shorts out for a pair of lounge pants. You grab a t shirt and leave, letting Luke be alone. 

You sit in the living room with a book. You assume Luke’s gone to bed. It’s a little after 12:30 when Ash walks in. 

“Hey, you’re still up?” He says, looking at you.

You sigh, “yeah.” You nod, marking your page. 

“I’m gonna go change but can I sit with you awhile?” He checks. He seems to have picked up on a bit of a mood, on top of your recent demeanor. You nod.

 “Lukes asleep?” He asks, coming back in just athletic shorts. 

“Yeah, he probably went to bed like an hour or so ago.” You check your phone. 

“Ok.” Ash wanders to the kitchen, makes two drinks and comes back with a snack for himself. He hands you one of the drinks and sits at the opposite end of the couch. “Everything ok?” 

You suck in a deep breath and chew on your lip, “yeah… it’s good.” You nod. 

Ash moves closer to you, and holds his arm out toward you. “Come closer.” He urges. So you do and fit yourself next to him. He kisses the top of your head and squeezes you into his side. He lets you sit quietly for a while while he’s unwinding.

It’s taking everything in you not to spill to him. But you know Ashton would immediately want to fix it. He’d make a bunch of decisions, and take care of everything, and you know you need to feel what’s going on. 

“Come to bed with me.” He whispers. 

“Umm, I should probably go to my bed…” you give him a sad smile. 

“Let me worry about Luke. Want you with me.” He gets up and pulls you to your feet, holding your hand to make sure you make it to his room. 

Ash lets you get settled before he gets in bed with you. He sends off a text, and then wraps his arms around you, not giving you any space. 

Everything gets to be too much, and you let out a little whimper. And he squeezes you tighter, “shh shh baby, it’s ok.” He doesn’t ask any further questions, just lets you fall asleep once you cry it out. 

When you wake up in the morning, you’re exhausted. Emotionally drained and dreading seeing Luke. Ash has one arm wrapped around you and he’s checking his phone in his other hand. You look over at him. “Working from home?” You ask, confused while he’s still there. 

“Took the morning off. My attention is needed here… the three of us are gonna go get breakfast and spend some time together.” 

“I don’t think Luke wants to see me.” You sniffle. 

“Why’s that?” He asks. 

You shake your head. 

“Baby…” he cups your face. “You sure you’re good?” 

“Yeah.” You nod. 

“Yeah…” he repeats, the only answer you give to that question lately. He kisses your nose and lets you go. “Let’s shower.” He murmurs. You take a quick shower together and then you go to your room, Ash is close behind you in just a pair of jeans. 

You get clothes while Ash sits on the bed to nicely wake Luke up. You watch him be sweet with Luke, push the curls off his forehead, quietly talk to him, gently touch him. 

“Ash?” Luke looks confused. 

“Hey baby boy.” Ash grins at him. “Can you get up and get showered? The three of us are gonna go for breakfast.” He leans in and kisses him softly on the lips and Luke agrees. His eyes find yours, and he lets out a little sigh. “We’re gonna talk about whatever this is too.” He says pointing between the two of you. “C’mon you two.” Ash comes over and kisses your cheek and walks out of the room. 

Luke gets up and comes over to the dresser rummaging through his drawers for clothes. “Wasn’t mad you didn’t cum, I was mad you felt like you had to fake it for me. I could tell you got distracted. I figured you’d say something if you wanted to stop.” He mentions, not giving you the chance to respond, he just walks to the bathroom, closing the door all the way. 

You finish getting ready and head downstairs, you check your phone quickly, making sure there were no updates about your uncle. Ash comes up behind you and squeezes you in his arms. He presses a couple kisses to your cheek and down your neck. “I love you.” He whispers. 

“I love you too Ash.” You whisper. 

“I’m gonna go see what’s taking Luke so long.” He gives you an extra squeeze and then heads off. 

“Luke.” He calls walking into the bedroom. Luke’s sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed. “What’s goin on love?” 

“Have you ever not made someone cum? Like not on purpose?” He asks. 

Ash stops for a second and thinks about it, “is that what’s going on between the two of you?” He asks. 

“She faked it. Which… I really wouldn’t mind if she didn’t cum, like I would because I want her to enjoy what we do, but she felt like she had to fake it.” 

“Bubba.” Ash grabs Luke’s hands in his, “she’s got something going on that she’s not telling us yet. And she doesn’t seem to be all in right now. So I really don’t think you should take it personally at all.” 

“I’m trying not to. But like last week, that day you worked from home. She only came to me to cum and then she’d up and leave when I tried to talk to her. I don’t like this, I can’t handle the cold shoulder.” 

“It’s not a cold shoulder love, it’s a straight up wall. We just need to give her time. I fully believe she’ll tell us when she’s ready and I’ve been doing a little encouraging here and there, trying to get her to talk. Patience and understanding of anything she does want to do or share is the best thing we can do right now.” 

“Why can’t she tell me that?” He sighs, Ash can read the hurt in his eyes. 

“I dunno, love, whatever it is, it’s heavy. She cried herself to sleep last night.” Ash pulls Luke’s hands to his lips and kisses his knuckles, “let’s get breakfast, just make her feel loved and see if she’ll open up.” He shrugs. He cups his face, “I gotta go to work for the afternoon but we’ll see if we can’t get her to cum tonight. I’ll be home early.” He presses their lips together and Luke deepens the kiss. “Just try to be understanding Luke. I know this isn’t ideal for you.” He locks their fingers together and kisses him one more time. And then pulls him up, “put your shirt on, thirst trap.” Ash tries to lighten the mood. 

Luke is still a little cold toward you during breakfast. Enough so that it’s slightly upsetting you further and you lean more into Ash, while still staying as quiet as possible, constantly checking your phone. 

And then Luke’s had enough, “can’t you go five minutes?” He says to you, “seems like you don’t wanna be here.” 

You put your phone down, “sorry.” You chew on your lip, pick up your fork and push your food around on your plate a few times before setting your fork back down. You chew on the inside of your cheek and look away from the both of them. 

“Luke.” Ash’s tone is sharp. You don’t look back at them, Ash watches you wipe a few stray tears. 

“I’m gonna go wait in the car.” You push back from the table and Ash grabs your hand. 

“We’ll get your food to go. We’ll be right there.” He hands you the keys.

You glance at Luke, “take your time.” You shrug. 

Ash watches you walk out, “that’s literally the opposite of what we discussed Luke.”

“She doesn’t even wanna be here… she hasn’t been off her phone for more than five minutes.” He exclaims. 

“Love.” Ash warns lowly, “I’m betting that whatever she’s going through, she wishes she could just focus on being here and being with us.” 

Luke didn’t like this. You’re off crying and he’s officially not on Ash's good side. 

You rest your head against the window and freely let the tears fall. Ash gets in the car first, he reaches his hand back to rest on your knee. “I don’t have to go in. I’m gonna stay home… baby girl you gotta talk to us. You can talk to me, you can talk to Luke. But this is starting to affect all three of us. I can’t just let it sit.” He explains. 

“Ash…” you sob. You put your head in your hands. 

His heart breaks, you sound like you’re in so much pain. 

Luke opens the passenger side door and he hears it too, immediately. He holds his hand to Ash for the keys and they quickly move around, Luke to the driver's seat, Ash to the backseat with you. He engulfs you. 

The rest of the day is a haze, until Ash tucks you into his bed and tells you to sleep for a while. 

You wake up late in the evening and look at your phone. No news was good news, but you knew you finally had to tell your men what’s going on. 

You head downstairs, they’re sitting at the dining room table. Ash spots you and pats his lap so you go to sit with him. “Hi.” He wraps an arm around you and kisses your cheek. 

“Hi.” You whisper, rubbing your hands over your face. You lean back into him. You don’t know how to start the conversation, so you just kind of blurt it out. “My uncle… has cancer. They’re not expecting him to live much longer.” You sniffle, “Like weeks, at this point.” Ash squeezes you tighter, “and he’s like the coolest guy, he’s my favorite member of my family and he might not fully understand this but he’s happy that I’m happy and loved. And… I just… it’s so upsetting… and stressful.” You sob. “I’m so sad.”

“Love.” Ash pulls back so you could turn around in his lap. He squeezes you tight and rocks you back and forth. 

Luke swallows thickly. He feels like an ass for behaving the way he did earlier. And he’s hurt you didn’t trust him enough to tell him this. Even more, he didn’t understand why you didn’t tell him. 

You let out another sob, “and I have to figure out who’s gonna go to the funeral, because both of you would be confusing…” 

“Baby, I’m so sorry you’ve been doing this alone.” Ash murmurs in your ear. He doesn’t ask why you didn’t say anything, doesn’t try to make you feel worse. “I know you’re hurting. We’ll figure the funeral thing out, but what can we do right now?” He asks. You shake your head and grip tight to his shirt. 

“Nothing.” You cry into his shirt. 

Luke gets up and comes around the table, resting his hand on your back. “Love?” He says quietly. You look at him. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. He desperately wants to hold you, and comfort you, but he can tell by the way Ash is holding you that he will not be relinquishing that grip anytime soon. He watches you push your face back into Ash’s chest and he sits on the floor, resting his hand on your thigh. It’s the most supportive he could be right now. 

Ash waits until you calm down, “Are you hungry or anything?” 

“No.” You sniffle. “Just need you guys close.” 

“We’re not going anywhere.” Luke pipes up. 

“Can you take her upstairs Luke? And I’ll be right up?” Ash asks. “My rooms fine.” Ash kisses the back of your head and hands you off. 

Luke holds your hand and he stops once inside the room, you stand and look at him. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, “didn’t know what you were dealing with. And I’m embarrassed for the way I treated you. I just thought… I thought you trusted me like you trust Ash and it feels apparent that I was wrong. But that doesn’t excuse my behavior.” 

“It’s not about trusting you guys. It was about me figuring out what I needed… and I still haven’t.” You explain, Ash comes in behind Luke. “I trust the both of you with my life, my happiness, my health, my heart, my body. But this felt too heavy to put on you guys. We don’t talk about our families, we never have. I barely know how you two even ended up together. This just felt like one of those things we keep separate from this.” You make a hand gesture to indicate putting space between you. 

Ash sighs, he moves closer, scooping you in his arms and pulling you to the bed. “I guess that’s kinda on us. We don’t really talk about it. I guess we kinda have kept you in the dark about some of those things.” Luke sits on the bed next to the two of you. “We’re all in on this, so if we need to fill in some gaps for you, you just need to ask.” He kisses the side of your head. “I want you to feel like we share everything and this definitely indicates that you don’t feel that way.” 

“We’ve just never talked about it.” You shrug. “Like do your families know of me?” 

Ash squeezes you, “my mom knows. And she loves Luke, was very surprised by Luke, but she’s open to all of this.” 

“It took my parents a while to warm up to Ash, he was a ladies man before we met. But they wanna meet you.” Luke offers, grabbing your hand. 

“My family is super religious and they’d never understand. We’re not close, I’ve obviously always lived a little outside what they expect. My uncle is the only one who just always accepted me.” You admit. “They know I’m seeing someone but not two someone’s.” 

“We’ll figure out how both of us can support you babe.” Ash rubs your back. “And going forward, we share things, all of us.” He pulls you in for a hug. “Anything we can do right now?” 

“I just need to be with you guys… close. Ya know?” You look between the two of them. 

“Happy to, baby.” Luke murmurs, pulling you into him. He holds your face and starts to kiss you, softly, fitting your lips together. 

Ash moves closer, kissing on your neck, holding you in a reassuring way. He decides to let Luke take point, figuring out what you need. Ash thinks he needs it after the faked orgasm.  

Luke moves slow with you. So slow that you have to make the first move with him. You pull out his kiss first, to turn around and kiss Ash briefly. And then you turn back to him and push yourself up onto his lap. “Close, Peachy.” You whisper. 

“I didn’t wanna push.” He whispers back. 

“This is what I need. Both of you.” You look over at Ash. 

Ash nods, “we've gotcha babe.” He promises, pecking your lips, “Lukey, baby girl needs us.” He murmurs, trying to urge him on. Luke nods and pulls you tighter against him. 

Before you know it, all three of you are naked and you're settled between the two of them. Your thigh is hooked over Luke’s hip and they are both touching you, fingers rubbing and pushing into you. Until you guide Luke in yourself, “please peachy.” You whisper. 

He starts a gentle rhythm, just barely rocking his hips into you. Just enough to give you friction. Ash slips his hand over your hip to rub slow, deliberate circles on your clit, Luke will not experience you not orgasming for him again. 

Your moans are soft, barely audible to either man. “Luke,” you whine. 

“I gotcha… we gotcha.” He confirms, continuing his slow motions. His thumb traces your lips and you part them, letting the tip of his thumb inside your mouth, you flick your tongue over it and he rests his palm against your face. “Sweet baby.” He murmurs. You feel the changes, indicating he’s about to cum. His body tenses. His hips stutter. He presses his lips to yours as he cums. Once he’s done he pulls out and tries to push you over onto your other side. “Ash… she’s not done.” Luke murmurs. “Sh’needs you too.” 

“Baby.” Ash coos, you are cooperating more now that you know what’s going on. You turn to face him and he groans as he slips in, Luke’s fingers press the circles to your clit. 

Ash works his hips against yours until you orgasm. But he doesn’t stop there because your hands find his hips and you pull him back to you, and they exchange a look, realizing how much you seem to need both of them. Ash takes it slow, finishing at an agonizingly slow pace. 

You cling tightly to Ash, after he’s done, and you don’t let Luke pull his hand away when he tries. You look at him with panic in your eyes and he pushes against your back and keeps rubbing at your clit. Ash stays buried inside you, caressing your skin, kissing your cheeks. “You ok, sweet girl?” He murmurs. He watches your eyes flick to his, before turning down again, feels you grip tighter to him. “Love? We’re gonna shower and get you fed.” He kisses your forehead as he pulls out and you whimper. “It’s ok baby.” He murmurs. “We’re here, we’ve got you.” 

They hold you between them while you shower, there’s not a moment you’re not being touched. You end up in one of Luke’s hoodies and a pair of sleep shorts. You picked at the take out, mostly taking a couple small bites from your plate and each of theirs which made them laugh. You stand to clean up when everyone is clearly done and Luke stops you, Ash gets up to help him and comes back with a glass of whiskey for you and one for him, and Luke’s tequila and soda. 

“So what’s the plan?” You ask, looking into your glass. 

“What plan, baby girl?” Ash asks. 

“I know your brain has been working since I started crying this morning…” you chuckle. 

“You’re not wrong.” He laughs. “I wish you had felt like you could have trusted us with this sooner. I can’t even imagine how much pain you’ve been in.” He sighs. “I mean, you won’t go alone. I actually want to make sure we both go with you. I know you’re concerned about your family, but I can’t imagine you going through all of that alone or even just one of us. We’ll both want to be there with you.”

“I'd love nothing more than to have you both there Ash, I know I need you both… but I can’t subject you guys to my family.” 

“You’re not gonna have a choice.” He laughs. “Now, whether you want me or Luke to be the doting boyfriend, I’ll let you decide.” 

“We both know this isn’t my choice.” You hum. 

Ash looks at you, he wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you in, kissing your forehead. “You ok?” He murmurs, searching your eyes. 

You blink a couple times and let a sad smile cross your face, “yeah.” 

“Don’t have to be strong for us… this is a safe place baby. We’ve got you.” He whispers. 

“Couldn’t agree more.” Luke murmurs, pressing himself against your other side, he presses his lips to the side of your neck.

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