#...but then they started getting emotional (even though they weren't able to feel baby moving yet)

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Batting Practice Part 29 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: It was your wedding day, and Bradley realized he was getting everything he wanted... not just a perfect wife, but a perfect family of three. After exchanging vows and promises, you and Everett take him home, because there's something important you want to ask him. 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing

Length: 3900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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"I can't believe you're getting married tomorrow," Molly said from the spot where she was lounging in the middle of your bed eating tortilla chips dipped in marshmallow fluff. "I remember when you married Danny. God, you looked fucking miserable that day."

"I was miserable that day. Young and stupid, too. Thanks for reminding me." You tried to take the bag of chips away as you said, "I hate crumbs in my bed. Can't you at least sit on the floor or something?"

She whined and reached for the bag. "It's not for me! It's for the baby. Now be a nice auntie and let me have my little snack."

You weren't sure of all the details of what had gone down. All you knew was Molly and Bob were still together, and she was keeping the baby. Apparently there had been some pleading on his end. Molly said he begged her not to leave him, and then he promptly told her about a million times how much the idea of having a child with her thrilled him. And slowly but surely, over the past few weeks, she seemed to become attached to the idea of being a mom.

"Fine," you sighed, handing her the chips. "Have your snack. But just remember, I'm not doing it for you."

"The baby thanks you," she said, rubbing her tiny bump as she shoved four chips into her mouth. "I wonder what the guys are up to," she said after she was done chewing.

"Watching the Phillies game. Or at least that's what Bradley texted me a few minutes ago."

"Give me your phone! You're not supposed to be talking to him! Bob was supposed to hide Bradley's phone under our bathroom sink. My god, I can't trust him to do anything right," she said with a soft smile on her face. She yanked your phone away and tucked it behind her back. "Now try on your dress one more time. Your tits look so good in it."

"I need you to zip it. Go wash your hands."

She rolled her eyes so hard, it was like she was fifteen years old again, and then she went into your bathroom like she was told. "What's it like living with Bradley?" she asked, moving his stuff around on the counter. "Does he like belch all the time and scratch himself?"

You started laughing as you tried to pull your dress on. "No! He's perfect. It feels like he's always been here. He takes care of almost everything for Ev, and he's actually quite tidy." You skipped over all the parts where you and he had been making love all over the house just because you could, but you did add, "I love having him with us."

Molly turned around and smirked as she came to zip your dress. "If I ever marry Bob, which I might not!" she said, cutting off your excited look. "If I do though, it'll be in the middle of a wildflower meadow just after sunset. And I'll make my own bouquet with the flowers beforehand. Oh, and I'll have to make sure Bob takes his allergy pills. But it'll be so dreamy."

You were gaping at her in the mirror as she zipped the dress. "Really?" you asked, flabbergasted. "That's literally nothing like what I thought you were going to say."

Molly sighed and made her way back to the bag of chips. "It's these fucking hormones. Fuck! I want to get married in the middle of some flowers now! What the hell?" She was wiping at her eyes as she told you, "Pull your dress down a little bit. I'm telling you, Bradley won't even be able to focus on the ceremony with your boobs looking like that."

"The ceremony is only going to be like ten minutes long. If that," you reminded her. But damn, she was right. This dress fit you very well. "Thanks for having an emotional breakdown in the middle of the dress shop and kind of forcing me to buy this dress after I sat on the floor with it on."

She smiled at you as she dipped a chip into the fluff. "That's literally what I'm here for."

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The following morning, Bradley pulled up to Petco Park with Bob and Everett in the Bronco just as the sun started to warm everything up for the day. He was getting married in an hour and a half. He felt jittery, but he wasn't nervous. He felt warm, but he wasn't uncomfortable. He felt like everything was the way he never knew, until very recently, that he wanted it to be. 

"Ready, kiddo?" he asked Everett as he opened the back door. Everett scrambled into his arms and wrapped him in a hug around the neck.

"Yep!" he replied, and then the three of them were making their way into the Players Only Entrance where a security guard was waiting for them. "This is so cool," Everett whispered. The ballpark was basically deserted since the game didn't start until three o'clock, and they only passed a few other staff members as they entered the Padres locker room.

"Remember that fun tour we went on?" Bradley asked Everett as Bob held the door for them. He kissed his stepson on the cheek before setting him down on one of the benches. 

Everett muttered, "Yeah," as he looked all around the room in awe. "But we went in the visiting team locker room."

Bradley laughed and looked around as well. "We sure did, because we wanted to see all the Phillies gear."

"Can we all go to Philadelphia?" Everett asked.

"Well, Philadelphia made it to the short list of vacation spots when I talked to your mom. We'll work on her. We already got a Phillies room out of her."

Everett was smiling nonstop as the three of them changed into their baseball jerseys in the same room where the Padres players would be putting on their uniforms in a few hours for their game against the Rockies. Bradley checked himself out in the mirror. They all matched, more or less, in their white jerseys with gold stitching and letters. Molly had been in charge of ordering them from a small boutique shop. Everett's said GRAND SLAM on the back. Bob's just said BOB. And Bradley's said GROOM; he was a little surprised his didn't come back saying TURD-IN-LAW to be honest. 

When the security guard poked his head inside and said, "You can go out onto the field now," Bradley's heart started pounding. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as he put his Phillies cap on backwards. Then he put Everett's on him backwards and picked him up again. 

"I love you, Ev," he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes. Bradley was in some ways more emotional about becoming Everett's stepdad than he was about marrying you. Because it was like a bonus. A little extra responsibility he never planned for. Falling in love with you was one thing, but this was something else entirely. Every time he looked at his kid, he saw innocent trust returned to him, and all Bradley wanted to do was make him feel safe and loved.

"I love you, Dad," he replied, like it was already the most natural thing in the world. And Bradley supposed it was. Because the two of them seemed to be cut from the same cloth. And Bradley was more than happy to step into the role of a father for this child.

When Bradley turned to Bob, he asked, "You have the rings?"

"In my pocket," he promised, and then the three of them were on their way. They walked quietly through the tunnel and out onto the turf. Everything smelled fresh, like grass and damp earth. Everett's head was on a swivel, looking all around, just like when they took the ballpark tour months ago. 

They were being waved over to home plate by John, their tour guide from that very special day. "It's nice to see you again," he said, shaking hands with Bradley. "I've just been informed that your bride is on her way up from the other locker room."

"Thanks," Bradley muttered, anxious to see you and be with you. He held onto Everett a little tighter as they waited, and he laughed softly. Somehow you managed to pull off this wedding, and the fact that Jake was the one who helped you do it was almost too funny.

"Hi, Mommy!" Everett called, waving his hand as Bradley whirled around to find you walking out onto the infield. A strangled noise escaped him as you made your way closer with a soft smile on your lips. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. It was the only word to describe the day and how he felt and how you looked with Molly holding the bunched up bottom of your wedding dress.

"Kitten," he whispered, feeling short of breath as you joined him on home plate. Your dress was simple but beautiful, and Bradley wasn't ashamed to admit that he couldn't stop glancing at your tits. But it was the smile on your face that had him grinning, too.

When you leaned in to kiss Everett's cheek, Bradley took your chin in his palm and tried to kiss you. "Stop it!" Molly screeched as she finished straightening out your wedding dress. Bradley froze as she added, "You're not supposed to kiss her until John says it's time! Have you never been to a wedding before?"

"I'm so happy I'm gaining not only a wife and son today, but also such a lovely sister-in-law," he told her in response. 

Molly smiled sweetly at him. "You should be delighted."

"Can we get married now?" you asked with a laugh, and Bradley set Everett gently down next to home plate. 

"It's the only reason I'm here," he promised, taking your hands in his. "To marry my beautiful Kitten and live happily ever after."

You smiled at him as he pulled you a little closer. Everett was practically standing between the two of you, so excited for what was to come, and Bob and Molly stood next to John.

"Ready?" When everyone nodded, John said a few words about how he was pleased that he could perform this short ceremony today after being the one who gave them the tour of Petco Park. He told them that they made him smile so many times that day as they interacted with each other. And then he asked if you and Bradley wanted to say anything to each other.

"I'll go first," you said, ducking your head for a beat before you looked Bradley in the eyes. "The first day we met...the first day of tee ball...I took one look at you interacting with Everett, and I thought maybe there was a small chance that it wouldn't have to be just the two of us forever." You let go of Bradley's left hand and smiled at Everett as you ran your fingers along his cheek. "Not that there was anything wrong with the two of us, Ev. You know that, right?"

Everett nodded and told you, "I know."

"We were so close to perfect. But Bradley makes us even better," you said, looking up to meet his eyes again. You studied him for a beat, and Bradley watched your eyes fill with tears. "It's hard to explain how you make me feel so confident, when at the same time, you make me feel like you'll be strong when I can't."

"Kitten," he whispered, wiping your tears as they fell. 

"I love you, Coach," you said with a soft laugh through your watery eyes that had him smiling and shaking his head. "You belong with us."

"I really do," he agreed. 

"Your turn," you whispered, and with a nod, Bradley knelt down in the dirt next to home plate, his jeans getting messy in the process. 

"Hey, kiddo," he whispered to Everett, loud enough that you could still hear him. 

"Hi, Dad," he replied, and Bradley wrapped him up in his arms as he started to cry.

"Thanks for letting me marry your mom," Bradley told him, his voice a little rough as he kissed Everett's forehead. "And thanks for letting me be your dad. I'm going to make some promises to you, okay?"

"Okay," Everett said with a little shrug that made Bradley chuckle. 

He wiped at his tears as he said, "I promise to play baseball with you in the park all the time. At least until your mom gets annoyed. And I promise we'll watch the Phillies together in Philadelphia, because it's the only way to see the Phanatic up close."

"Yes!" Everett said, clapping his hands.

"And I promise to help you with your homework and make you pancakes and collect baseball cards together. And we can do anything else you decide you want to do, okay? Because I love you, kiddo."

Everett hugged him again, and when Bradley stood and looked at you, he was crying in earnest. "Kitten, I love your son just as much as I love you."

"I know it," you whispered, crying as well. 

He took a deep breath and laughed. "Are you ready for your promises, Kitten?" When you nodded he took your hands in his again. "In front of Ev, Molly and Bob, and this immaculate turf at Petco Park, I promise I love you more than baseball."

You started laughing through your tears, and Bradley turned to see Molly wiping her own tears on Bob's jersey. 

"That's a lot of love," you told him, squeezing his hands. 

He nodded, pulling both of your hands so they were around his waist. "I promise I love you more than the Phillies. And I always will." He let his forehead come to rest against yours and said, "And if you'll let me be strong for you sometimes when you need it, then that's an honor, Kitten. Because you're the strongest person I know. But I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." Your eyes closed as Bradley's lips brushed your forehead and his hands slipped around your waist. "John, I'm ready to kiss my wife."

"By all means," he replied, "go right ahead."

Your hands were around Bradley's neck, nudging his backward cap and pulling him closer, and then he was kissing you while your little cheering section of four people went wild. 

"I love you," he promised against your lips, but you pulled him in for more with a smile. He brushed your nose with his and kissed you one last time. Then Bob was holding out one ring on each palm, and you let Bradley slip yours on before you took his left hand in yours. His ring looked perfect after you slid it into place. And then Everett was reaching for him, and Bradley scooped him up while you hugged your sister and kissed Bob's cheek.

"You're really my dad now," Everett said, letting his head come to rest on Bradley's shoulder. 

Bradley held him close. "I think I already kind of was."

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The fact that your wedding reception consisted of ballpark food and cheap beer in one of the Padres' suites had you and Bradley smiling nonstop. The two of you had taken wedding photos while the park was still empty, and most of the shots were of the three of you.

"Could I interest you in some nachos, Kitten?" Bradley asked, stealing a chip as he handed you a tray.

"Thanks, Coach," you said, kissing his cheek. "You know, I don't think we give Bob enough credit."

"What do you mean?" he asked, dipping another chip into the cheese and eating it. 

"Well, we only met because he got you to coach the team with him in the first place. And he kind of let you bully me into being the Team Mom."

Bradley shook his head. "That seems like ages, not just just five months. You'd wear your little black skirt to practices and prance across the grass in your high heels. Fuck, you're so sexy." You giggled as he kissed you behind your ear. "And your tits look amazing in your dress."

"You can thank Molly for making me buy this one."

Bradley glanced toward where Molly and Bob were making out in the corner. His hands were all over the barely noticeable swell of her pregnant belly, and she was raking her fingers through his hair. "Nah, Bob's busy thanking her himself at the moment."

As more guests showed up just before the game started, you watched Nat squirt some ketchup onto a hotdog for Everett. And then you watched Bradley hold a napkin up while he ate it, just like he always did. The two of them were so shockingly similar, it was jarring at times when you remembered that Danny was Everett's biological father. 

"Talk about an upgrade," you whispered, taking a sip of beer before you went to greet Maverick. You barely watched the game, too busy chatting with your friends and kissing Bradley nonstop. But the Padres won which made Bradley and Everett happy, so it made you happy, too. 

And then by six o'clock, you had an exhausted seven year old son on your hands. He was crashing from all the snacks and the excitement of the day. "Time to head home," Bradley said, picking Everett up and kissing your lips. "And then we can send Ev off with my delightful sister-in-law."

You looked up at him, confused. "What do you mean? Ev's going to their condo for the night?"

"Two nights. I'm taking you to Palm Springs," he told you with a smirk. "We're having a real honeymoon now, and then I was thinking over winter break, we could take a family trip to Disney World?"

You threw yourself at him, and he collected you in his other arm. "That sounds perfect." You'd never been to Palm Springs or Disney World, but suddenly you wanted to go everywhere with him. 

"You said Philadelphia," Everett whined in Bradley's grasp.

Bradley kissed his forehead. "That'll be in the spring, silly. Gotta go when the Phanatic is active in his natural habitat."

Your heart pounded as you walked out across the parking lot to the Bronco. Because it turned out Molly had been keeping two secrets today: one for Bradley and one for you and Ev. You didn't expect to be this nervous, but here you were, barely able to get your seatbelt buckled around your dress.

Bradley was sweet and gentle, taking the buckle from your shaking hands. "Are you okay, Kitten?" he asked, the dying sunlight turning his eyes a deep amber. 

"Yes. Just can't wait to get home. Ev and I have a special wedding gift for you."

"Well, I can't wait either."

You bit your lip and looked out the window as you muttered, "Hope you like it."

Because Molly was the one driving her car, she and Bob got back to your house first. She was unlocking the front door so Bradley could carry Everett inside while he yawned. "We'll be out on the back deck," Molly said, taking Bob by the hand. "Let us know when Ev is all ready for his sleepover."

Now Bradley was the one who looked confused as they closed the back door behind them, leaving the three of you alone in the living room. "Ev's bag is already packed," Bradley said. "He can go with them anytime." 

"That's true." You felt too hot in your wedding dress now, thinking you might need to take a minute to yourself. But then Everett was climbing out of Bradley's arms and reaching for the box you'd stashed under the couch. 

"Can we give it to him?" he asked, looking up at you for permission with wide, innocent eyes. 

"Yeah," you whispered, running your hand over your chest, trying to calm the pounding of your heart. Your eye caught on the baseball covered in hearts that Bradley had used to propose to you where it sat on your mantle. He belonged here with both of you, and you wanted Everett to have every opportunity to live his best life. "We can give it to him."

Then Everett thrust the wrapped box into Bradley's hands, and you realized you were both staring at him. You reached for your son, pulling him closer to you as Bradley shook the box a little bit. "This is for me?"

"Yes," you and Everett said in unison, but now you felt like you were going to be sick as he started to rip into the silver paper. And then he was opening the box. 

A smile lit Bradley's face as he set the box aside and held up a Phillies jersey, examining the front of it. "I love it," he said, nodding his head. "But it looks a little small for me, doesn't it?" 

You pressed your lips together as you squeezed Everett's shoulder. "Look at the back," you told him, your voice a little shaky. 

Bradley turned it around and read it. "Bradshaw. But it's a child's size." When he met your eyes, you could barely see through your tears, and you even sensed that Everett was anxious now. 

"It's not for you, Coach," you informed him softly. Then you looked down at your son for a beat as you said, "It's for Ev. This is just our way of asking you if you'd like to be Everett's father. If you'd like to adopt him."

You watched Bradley's lips part, but no words came out. He was looking between the two of you in awe as tears seemed to fill his eyes. Then he read the back of the jersey again as he sobbed. "Come here," he whispered, kneeling down in front of Everett and tucking the jersey under his arm. "Is that what you want, kiddo?"

Everett wrapped his arms around Bradley's neck and said, "Yes."

Then Bradley looked up at you with tears in his eyes. "You'd let me?"

"Yes!" you said, now crying as well. "It's what we want."

He buried his face in Everett's neck and squeezed him. "Yes, I want to adopt you, Ev," he managed. As he stood with Everett in his arms, he kissed you and whispered, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

"We can do it soon," you told him, hugging him a little awkwardly as he held Everett. "I'll have my lawyer change my petition from child support to adoption. We can get new papers served. No more Danny. We don't need the money anyway. Not like we need you, Coach."

Bradley leaned down and kissed you. "First thing when we get back from Palm Springs, Kitten. Let's get this ball rolling. You won't have to worry about custody or Danny anymore. You won't even have to think about it. And I'll get my bonus," he told Everett with a grin. "A son to go along with my wife."

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Married! Adopting Ev! Happiness! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32

PART 30

Don't forget to check out Bob and Molly in The Curveball!

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Ornella x reader where reader got selected for the national team rather then the u20s so her and ornella don't get to spend time together and reader rings in the middle of the bight crying to ornella about the whole vilda stuff and ornella comforts her and then when they see each other again reader breaks down and they cuddle or something like that?

I want to come home

Ornella x Spanish player!Reader

tw: emotional abuse.

We had won and lost together. We were world champions for the U20 together. It was only natural to believe we would step up to the Absoluta together.

But you didn't.

Ornella was so supportive and so happy for you, but you couldn't help but feel like you were somehow betraying the dream you too shared together.

It sucked being separated. Her in the U20 and you on the absoluta.

As the days came closer to travel to camp, you naturally became more and more excited. It was every footballer's dream to represent their country. It was an honor selected for only a few. You couldn't wait to be there, to play. These would be your golden years!

Arriving wednesday morning on camp, you we're so glad to see Paralluelo. She like you had moved up, and was really the only one you knew personally. But unlike you she was already very connected to most players. Coming from Barça did help. But she knew how you must have been feeling, she was quick to choose you as her roommate. And honestly you were so glad.

During first training you felt so confident, so lucky to be there.

Until you didn't.

And that was about four days into camp. You were trying your best to hold on your own. You didn't want to be the younger player complaining about her chance. You didn't want to seem like you weren't professional. Like you couldn't stand your ground. Like you were too weak mentally to be among those players.

Even to Salma, who you'd usually were very chatty with. You choose to hide it. And pretend it wasn't there. Like it was nothing.

But it was something. Something very concerning to say the least.

When you called her crying in the middle of the night, Ornella panicked. Not because of the time on the clock, you guys always called eachother whenever. She panicked seeing the state you were in.

Eyes puffy, crying without barely being able to breathe.

You wanted to tell her about everything. About how you were being babied by Vilda and his whole committee. At the same time you were forced to withstand their harsh treatment as if you were made of rock. As if you didn't have emotions to keep in check. As if your mental health didn't matter as long as your body was delivering results.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Did you get hurt during training today?" - Poor girl, everyone had heard of Vilda's reputation, even though nobody thought it could be that bad. So that didn't come to mind to her. She thought the worse that could've happened was you getting hurt and being cut.

You shook your head no, but couldn't further explain. I took time for you to calm down. But your girlfriend waited patiently.

"It's much different from what I imagined here." - By know the tears were flowing freely. -" I've never been pushed so hard to my extreme"

"What's going on? Talk to me, please."

"I'm so tired, I want to come home." - "I don't want to be waked up in the middle of the night for random check ins." - "I don't want to be timed on how much time I take to eat every meal. I don't want to feel like I'm worthless to the team if I'm not scoring." - you paused for a bit, to try and form sentences that made sense. So you could explain. - "As soon as I arrived the whole staff started to treat me like a kid. Like when your mother goes to an appointment and shows up with an inconvenient child. They treated me like their biggest inconvenience. And that turned into mockery. And I tried to be strong, I I- I didn't want to complain, and be the crybaby once again. I wanted to show Vilda I deserve to be here. That I'm not the "little girl from team B"- God I fucking hate being called that!"

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to do. I feel so helpless. I had no idea it has this kind of abusive. How is this even aloud? This isn't aloud right? It's not aloud! You need to make a complaint about him! You need to come foward an-" - her face red from anger, from frustration when you cut her off.

"I can't. I doesn't work that way here. I've heard even Alexia and Paredes have tried to stand up to him. But apparently he has a green light to do whatever it takes to make sure the team delivers."

"But this isn't normal, this is borderline abuse! It sounds more like your going through torture not training!"

"But I have to stay, I have to be here! This is my chance amor! This is what we've wanted for the longest time! I'm lucky to be here, Vilda keeps threatening he could easily replace us. But that's the thing, he can! I can't loose this chance!"

"That's not healthy Y/N! Do you even hear yourself!? Your being mistreated and think you should be grateful for it! It's okay to admit that your not okay, your not weak, you're just human!"

"It doesn't matter. Tomorrow night we have the match. I know they'll most likely keep me on the bench anyway."

"Although this isn't right and you shouldn't be going through this situation, hold on okay!? You just have to make through two more days and you'll be home. You'll be with me. Where you're safe."

"I love you mi amor. I wish I could say "I wish you were here" but I wouldn't wish this for anyone." - You sounded so broken. Nothing like the girl who arrived in camp almost a week ago. That girl was excited and scared of the new. And now she was disappointed and scared of the reality.

"I love you, and I'm so distraught there's nothing we can do about it." - She looked defeated. Worse than you'd ever seen. And you felt bad once again, for dragging her into this mess. For worrying her so much.

"I'm going to try to get some sleep." - You we're beyond tired at this point. Wishing you could fall asleep and wake-up home. In your girlfriend's embrace.

"Okay. Anything, I mean anything, let me know alright?"

"I will. I promise."

And you were right. The next day all you could do was sit and watch. Secretly thankful. You were drained. And not just you. All the girls seemed on edge. All you could do was wonder how they do it. How do they keep going. You had only been there a week. They've been enduring this for much, much longer. Yet they win and win, again and again. While staying strong (at least on the outside), and holding each other up.

On the way home you reflected a lot. This was so different from how you imagined. And made you realize how much you still had yet to mature. You were almost throwing the towel, while those amazing women kept fighting like that was a simple 9-5 job.

In a way being by their side and feeling the love for what they do, help you put things into perspective in a way that your career hadn't yet been able to do.

Arriving home I let out the biggest sigh. Feeling the anxiety of being always on alert washout. And then I ran up to her. And all I could do was cry. And let out all the pain, all the exhaustion come out of me.

"You're okay Y/N! I'm here.

You're home now.

You're home." - you didn't even answer her, and you didn't have to. She knew you. And she could tell how heavy this all was. - "I know this is your dream-"

"Our dream."

"But this can't come at any cost. This is not right! Your love for football is what got you there! It's not fair! I doesn't make sense to be there, if it makes you hate it. If makes you contemplate leaving it!"

"How did you know I contemplated leaving it? I didn't dare to say it out loud."

"I saw it in your eyes." - she said that last sentence sadly.

And you two held each other for what it felt like an eternity. You were safe.

Sorry this took a little long. Also couldn't stop writing, hope it's some good!

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After tenderly tucking their two darling daughters safely into their warm and cozy beds, Agnes and Erik retire to the master bedroom, preparing to turn in for the night. A bittersweet image is reflected from the luxurious vanity mirror. With each delicate stroke of Agnes's ornate bronze hair brush, her silky golden locks unveil brief glimpses of a hidden frown.

Coraleye beams in awe, watching Agnes's reflection in the mirror. Coraleye: Grandma, you're the epitome of grace and beauty. Look at you! Agnes: [Gently nudges Corarleye with her elbow] Oh quit that, will you.

Coraleye's smile starts to fade. Coraleye: But you look so sad. Even after getting to move back to your home in Sunset Valley? You really weren't excited about having a third baby at this point, were you?

Agnes: I didn't want to be expecting, no. I least I thought I didn't, anyway. Until this night, when I found out I wasn't. That's when the truth was realized.

Coraleye: Oh...

Erik: Aggy, baby, what is it? I thought you didn't want any more kids right now. I figured you'd be glad about your monthly visitor.

Agnes: [Sniffles] I thought so too, darling. I suppose I allowed myself to become excited about the idea. Turns out I'm actually quite disappointed, if I'm being perfectly honest.

Erik continues offering solace to his wife, urging her to confide in him. The spirit of Agnes guiding Coraleye approaches Erik, studying the remaining youth in his features. She gently rests her hand on his chest; though Erik cannot feel her touch, the emotional resonance of the exchange hits Coraleye like a wave, as she wraps her arms around herself in an attempt to hold herself together.

Agnes: He's so young here; What has time done to you, my love? Coraleye, darling, life is awfully short. I want you to always remember, to hold onto your memories and all your heart's desires for as long as you can, and never make the mistake of not listening to them. One day you'll blink, and your memory won't be like it is now.

Coraleye's trembling frown gives way, and tears drop down her rosy cheeks, unable to contain them any longer.

Erik puts on a record, and the vintage melody fills the room. By her hands, Erik leads Agnes to her feet, where he gently wipes the tears from her face. Erik: Let's dance, honey.

Agnes: [Giggles] Erik! What are you doing? It's getting late, we should get to bed. Erik: Aggy baby, if you want a baby, then I've got work to do! We'll figure out the details later, okay? Agnes laughs joyfully as Erik pulls her in closer for a slow dance.

The spirit-guide Agnes smiles at her great-granddaughter lovingly. Her brows furrow as her focus then hones in on Coraleye's tears, still flowing. She gently wipes away a tear and whispers words of comfort.

Agnes: What's the matter, my love?

Coraleye: [Sniffles and wipes eyes] It's just... you two are so incredibly sweet. The love you share is so obvious. The way he looks at you, Grandma! I'm so scared my future won't measure up to yours, or my parents', even. I worry that I'm falling short of the legacy and everything else.

Agnes: Oh, honey... listen to me. Agnes affectionately traces Coraleye's hair behind her ear.

Agnes: You don't have to go about this in the same manner that we did! Forge your own path, dear. The essence of this legacy lies in granting second chances to someone we love, provided they're deemed worthy. It's a profound responsibility for one heart. Understand, the journey won't be simple should you decide to embrace it. Coraleye: ...Should I decide to embrace it.

Agnes: I share this with you not to instill fear, but to equip you for the challenges that lie ahead. Soon, my dear, you'll face a profound pain that may feel insurmountable. Yet, I know you are very capable of weathering it.

Coraleye: [Concerned tone] Grandma, how do you know this? Are you able to see the future? Agnes: The privilege of magic and resurrections isn't taken lightly, and it doesn't come without consequences. Our currency for second chances and love is excruciating pain. Some may see it as a curse, but I find it makes these tender moments all the sweeter. The choice of who is worthy of navigating this journey by your side, is ultimately up to you.

Coraleye: But Grandma... How will I know who that person is? That they can be trusted?

Agnes: You see the way your grandfather looks at me in this moment? That's how I knew, honey. Coraleye ponders for a brief moment, watching them dance gleefully around the room. As their kisses grow more passionate, she senses that her time to observe is running out. Just before the spirit Agnes concludes the session, Coraleye speaks up, her voice breaking.

Coraleye: I... I think I've seen that look before.

#ts4 #MD4season10 #MD4 #Coraleye Darling #RealmOfMagicGetaway #Agnes Darling #Many Moons Ago #Many Moons Ago: Gen 1 #MMA Gen 1: Ch. 16 #Erik Darling #GIF #Persephone Darling #Gwendolyn Darling

[xoxo-mylove]

New Beginnings

(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!reader x Dick Grayson, and Batmom!reader x Jason Todd)

*EDITED*

Word count: 3,054

Synopsis: The manor feels empty, since Dick left to live on his own. Bruce is angry. (and sad) You are definitely sad. But who knew that a new beginning was waiting for them. More like, stealing from them but who cares!

Warnings: Angst, not a lot though, Fluff, SOOO FLUFFY, and Dick Grayson anger......

(*A/N: I'm not entirely accurate with the ages in this fic but it's fan fiction, soooo and anyway Dick is eight years older than Jason and probably later on I'll make them closer in age but, for now Dick left when he was 18 instead of 19 to live in Bludhaven and Jason left to live with Bruce when he was 10 instead of 11)

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The big fight.

Such a trivial thing that progressed into Dick yelling and Bruce yelling back. You weren't there, when it happened but walking into dinner that night you could feel the tension. “Okay” you say dropping your fork onto your plate and placing your elbows on the table. You could feel Alfred’s disapproval from here. “What is up with you two?” 

They turn their heads to you, in sync of course. Like father like son. Your son. Ever the drama queen answers first, “Nothings wrong mom. right dad?” You roll your eyes and glare at your son. “Richard Grayson. I can feel your sarcasm from here. Now I'll ask again, whats with you too?”

This time you direct the question towards your husband. He looks up at you with his usua blank face but only you can read the hint of sadness and hurt that coats it. Oh yeah, something definitely happened.

 “Dick, here thinks he's and adult.” 

“Well I-”

 “SO much of an adult that he thinks he's ready to go on his own.”

 You're confused. “I'm confused, do you want to move out?” you can't help but have a tint of sadness and shock in your voice, because well your baby is leaving. You should of saw it coming actually, He wasn’t going to stay here forever, I mean at first it started with him leaving at 16 to start a team.

And even that was hard for you and Bruce. The fight that caused that situation is a WHOLE other thing but moving out? You baby boy leaving your home? This was going to take some time to digest. Like you said, you should’ve seen it coming.

He was eventually...... gonna grow up and leave. Oh geez you feel like crying.

 Dick sees your sullen face and hurriedly tries to explain. “NO! I mean…yes! It’s just…well.... I'm eighteen mom. I am an adult.”

Those four words almost sent you into a spiral, so much so the sadness is evident on your face. You didn’t want to make him feel bad about wanting to leave. Oh god no, you wouldn’t and haven’t been that mom EVER to guilt trip their children into doing what they wanted to do.

It’s one of the first things you discussed with Bruce when you both first got Dick. You both never wanted to be those parents. Though it seems like Bruce has a harder time conveying the right emotions, and Dick easily gets riled up. Especially if he’s told he can’t do something he wants to do.

Ugh, like father like son.

 “See, you've upset your mother.” You hear Bruce say, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You quickly look at Dick and see the guilt creeping up all over his face and you start to reassure him that you're not upset about him leaving.

Well of course you're upset about that, but more of the fact that he’s not so little any more. That your baby boy is growing up and leaving you. But a small part that will soon blossom is happy he's finding his own way. But Bruce uses your silence as a way to egg on this already heated argument, he stands up from his chair and points a finger at Dick.

“You shouldn’t leave! You're still a kid. What you think- you think you're gonna be able to live by yourself at this age?! You don’t know a thing about living on your own.” Bruce was literally grasping at straws. Trying to find any reason to try and keep Dick here. Now you were getting angry.

Okay this has gone too far now. You know Bruce is sad that Dick is leaving and though it’s not right way to do it he chooses to express this through anger and inexcusable behavior.

 “Bruce STOP!” You exclaim, almost out of your seat.

“NO MOM it’s obviously how he feels!” you look towards Dick too see he's abandoned his food too, and is standing up from his chair. “You don’t think I can do it! Live on my own. That I'll never be anything more than Robin. Nothing more than your side kick!” 

“That is not what I said!”

“BUT ITS WHAT YOU MEANT!” 

“STOP being ridiculous Dick! I can't believe we are having this discussion right now! especially in front of your mot-” 

“ENOUGH!” their heads snap to you and immediately cower under your gaze.

They're in trouble. They both know it. Raising their voices at each other and throwing cheap shots. But their pride and their ego stop them from admitting their wrongs.

You internally sigh, sometimes it’s too much masculinity in you life.

 “What is the matter with you two, that I can't even mention the tension in the room without you wanting to scream at each other?!” Chest heaving and red in the face from anger. You sit back down, and dig back in to your pasta.

The boys stand there, confused. So confused. They glance at each other for answers, before they remember they are supposed to be mad at each other and look away. 

“uhh. mom?” you look up from your pasta to see Dick looking at you nervously. You soften your face and smile. “Sit down baby.” you turn your head to Bruce “both of you.” They both slowly sit down and dig back into their pasta. 

“Dick, do you want to move out honey?” Honey. Your nickname that’s reserved for him since he was eight years old. That simple word makes all his anger disappear and he raises his head towards you with eyes filled with guilt, like the words he’s about to say is going to make you cry. Probably will.

“I’m ready to leave mom. NOT ready to leave you guys of course, just ready to find myself? As cliche as it sounds. I just want, No... I need to be on my own.” You smile with tears in your eyes and lay your had on his cheek. With watery eyes and a wobbly happy smile. 

“Oh sweetheart, I'm not sad that you want to leave. You leaving doesn't hurt my feelings honey. I’m happy you want to find yourself. Whatever makes you happy hun I'm always going to support you.” You say it with such conviction and truth that dick sags with relief and almost sheds a tear. He smiles his brilliant bright smile back at you. 

“And, your dad I'm sure feels the same way.” You both turn you heads to your husband to see him looking at you both with soft eyes. Bruce sighs before he stands up from his chair. “c’mon chum... lets talk again” he says it so nervous and shy it almost makes you smile, 

Oh your Bruce is just so worried he’s gonna ruin it with Dick. You face back towards your son with a smile and jerk your head towards Bruce. You watch him rise from his seat and follow his dad into the study, both glancing at each other nervously and Dick fiddling his fingers. Oh your boys, you don't know where they would be without you. You hear a cough from the door way to see Alfred looking at you with a raised eye brow and a smile. You just shrug your shoulders and smirk.

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That was two months ago. Bruce and Dick eventually came back from the study their differences reconciled (I will NOT let canon batdad be a man who can't say I love you to his kids shine through in this Bat-mom series! Sorry, not sorry. We only accept good Batdad here!) and we started looking for Dicks new apartment.....in Bludhaven.

 You know when you thought about Dick moving into his own home you thought Gotham. The same city, a few miles away, easy to pop in whenever you missed him but no, it’s a whole different one, but... if that what your baby boy wants that's what he’ll get. 

So you and a very sad Bruce go apartment hunting in Bludhaven. You eventually found an apartment after Bruce saying no to all the other ones and saying they weren't good enough, Dick fell in love with one with an amazing view and Bruce, very slowly admitted he liked it too. That made Dicks smile even bigger.

 Now you, Bruce and Alfred are all alone. No more Dick running to you when he wanted something, no more Dick begging Bruce to fix the railing so he can balance on it again, no more Dick begging Alfred to a make his favorite dinner (Mac and cheese) No more Dick.

 It was sad. You were sad, Bruce was sad, and Alfred was sad. You three were all adjusting to life without Dick in your home every day and night. Sure he called, almost everyday,

”Mom how do I use a can opener?”

 “Do I put the stove on 350 or 360 degrees?”

 “Yeah, yeah I meant oven” but it wasn't the same. 

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One night, After Bruce was finished meeting Gordon, and going over the new riddler case. He finds himself driving back there, where it happened. He doesn't do it often but some nights he can't stop himself.

 You know about his drives to Crime Alley and what it does to him, when he comes home and his usual aura of broodiness increases and the bad memories and thoughts come back, but your always there for him when he's ready to talk, with open arms and soothing words, that's what makes him choose to actually go to Crime Alley. The promise you'll be there for him when he comes home.

Your his home.

 He parks the Bat-mobile and gets off and patrols the area for an hour, scaring off criminals and watching over the innocent people of the neighborhood, if he can even call it that, before he decides he should stop torturing himself and makes his way back into the car.

He’s walking towards the car when he sees it. Little stick like legs sticking up underneath the Bat-mobile. Immediately he’s on alert, someone is trying to mess with the Bat-mobile. It’s upon closer inspection and him slowly walking towards the car when he sees that the person is trying to.....trying to steal the tires! Oh... You’d love this.

 He's ready to yell at the person trying to steal from him when he hears a small gasp. He looks towards the tire to see the skinniest boy he’s ever seen with a tire iron in his hand and grime all over his face looking up at him with fear in his eyes. It’s at this moment he wishes he chose to wear a less intimidating costume, because the fear and worry in the little boys eyes make this heart twist. “what are you doing?” He speaks in an unusually soft voice. well as soft as she can while being Batman.

 The boy nervously swings the tire iron in his hand up at bruce. Shocked but quick, bruce catches it before it hits his face and rips it out of the little boys hand. The gangly kid realizing he’s weaponless scrambles up from the ground to his feet and stumbles off into an alley yelling obscenities. Bruce still reeling from the “attack” follows the kid and corners him in the alley way. He asks again in his “Batman voice” this time.

“What are you doing?”

The intimidation obviously spooks the kids because the next thing Bruce knows is the little boy is stuttering out an apology and slides his eyes around not looking at Bruce, he assumes he's too nervous to make eye-contact because when he squats down towards the little boy’s height, he scrambles back into the wall. His eyes widened and his face scrunches up like he is anticipating a hit. Yeah, this hurts. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?"

 The little boy looks up at him with cautious and disbelieving eyes. “How-how do I know you ain’t lying?……..I was going to hit you?” He’s looking at Bruce likes he’s insane. He was going to steal his tires and hit him. Why isn't he upset?!

 “Because that's not what I do.”

The skinny kids silent disbelief tells Bruce what he thinks of that answer.

 “What if I show you something to make you trust me?” he can't believe he’s going to do this. This kid was gonna swing on him with a tire iron. For some reason he admires the action, rather than judging it. The boy looks up at him with disbelief swimming in his eyes before slowly nodding. Bruce takes a deep breath in and hopes he won't regret this, something tells him he won't. He takes off his cowl.

 And looks up towards the boy and hearing his loud gasp makes his lips curl up. “Your- You're..... You're Bruce Wayne! OH MY GOD NO WAY!” 

“okay kid.....settle down ju-”

 “I mean I knew he had to be someone but you? well I never though it be you!” 

he doesn't know if he should be offended or not he chooses to ignore it....for now, he’ll talk to you about it later.

 “Trust me now?” The little boy smiles a big smile,

 “Oh Yeah! definitely now” Bruce puts back his cowl on and asks the boy again. “what were you doing with the Bat-mobile?”

 All traces of a smile wipes off his face and Bruce wants to take the question back because now he's nervous, 

“Ahhh about that, sorry mister I...I s- shouldn't have done that. It’s just if I came back to my... neighborhood with the bat-mobiles tires....I would get a lot of money, and you see I need the money and yeah. YEAH! So sorry for trying to hit you, i was just scared. I’m really really sorry, so yeah and I won’t take your tires again promise.”

 He says it with such honesty Bruce believes him. He reminds him of you. “what’s your name?” Bruce chooses to ask instead of continuing the conversation about tires, it seems to be a good idea because the little boy sheepishly smiles and whispers his name “Jason. Jason Todd” 

It’s fitting Bruce thinks. he can't help but want to keep talking the kid and asks him the question that he definitely knows the answer to, “Are you hungry Jason?” His stomach growls, and they both release soft laughs.

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Bruce is late. He usually is back around 2 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. but it’s now three thirty in the morning and you're getting worried. You’re walking down the steps to the bat cave when you hears the engine of the Bat-mobile in the distance. You sigh out of relief of him being okay and on his way, but also ready to yell at him for being late and making you stay up. (you can't fall asleep without him) 

He pulls up into the “driveway” and gets out and just as you're about to yell at him you look down to see a small set of shoes peeking out beneath his cape. Little shoes. Oh, what did he do?

Confused you look towards Bruce for answers to see him looking anywhere but you, suddenly hesitant. Narrowing your eyes you ask the question, “Bruce who’s shoes do those belong to and is there a little someone behind you?” You ask in a silly voice. Hoping to ease whoever is hiding behind your husband.

Bruce huffs out a breath and squats down. Still shielding someone from you. You hear him whispering and it’s when you hear a soft whisper back. Bruce turns his body towards you extending his arm out, you grab it and squat down to his level, “This is Jason” 

You turn your head to see a little boy with the darkest hair and lightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and looking at you nervously almost scared of your reaction to him. You softy smile in return and you can visibly see his shoulders drop in relief. You turn towards Bruce with questions in your eyes.

 “Brought him here to stay the night.” You raise your eyebrows out of shock and a happiness that your turn your head back to the 10 year old boy and smile.

 “Hi, I'm Y/n, it’s wonderful to meet you Jason” He smiles back and you think you haven't seen anything more adorable and speaks with the cutest Gotham accent you've ever heard, “it’s nice to meet you too Y/n, it’s okay I stay with you and B?” B awee, Bruce already has a nickname. Makes you want one.

 “Of course Jason, in fact Alfred just made cookies today and I'm sure we can heat them up? do you want to come with me upstairs?” 

He looks up at bruce for approval and you can't help but feel your heart melt in your chest. Bruce nods and sends him a small smile, and Jason whips his head to you and quickly nods his head. You let out a loud laugh and stand up and hold out your hand for him to take, he slowly takes you hand and that’s when you feel warmth spread through your body. His little fingers curling around yours. Makes you think of Dick when he was younger.

It’s barley been five minutes and this kid has you hooked. You don't think you’ll let him go until he gives you a nickname too. And even then you don't think you’ll want to let go.

You lead him upstairs talking his ear off about how good Alfred’s cookies are and how much he’ll like them, and it’s when he shyly asks if there's chocolate chip, you gasp and exclaim “OF COURSE there’s chocolate chip cookies jay!” you don't even notice the name slipped out of your mouth but Jason does and he smiles and lets out a loud laugh, he talks more with you after that.

Bruce knows you’ll have questions and he’ll definitely answer them, but watching you two completely ignore his existence and walk off into your own word in the five minutes of meeting each other, he knows he made the right decision when it came to bringing Jason back home.

 He quickly showers and changes into a t-shirt and sweats and walks up to the doorway of the kitchen to see you two both smiling and laughing, it makes him feel warm inside and he can't wait for Jason to be living with you guys permanently. And when you catch his eyes in the doorway and smile. He knows for sure he made the right choice.

Hope y’all enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated -yella <;33

#jason todd x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #batmom x dick #bat mom x jason #dceu imagine #dceu verse #dceu fanfiction #dceu fandom #young jason todd #good batdad #bludhaven #crime alley

[snazzyturtles]

“Backseat Lover”

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4

tsukishima x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

you and tsukishima have hated each other since the minute you moved into the house across the street from his. but when his car breaks down on the ride home, and you're stuck with him for the night, things are bound to happen

wc: 4.1 k

tw: enemies to lovers, dacryphilia, gagging, biting, unprotected, semi-public sex, dirty mouth tsukki, creampie, miscommunication/light angst, semi-dubcon (tsukki asks, yn never verbally says yes, but yn also doesn’t say no), pet names (pipsqueak, crybaby, cutie, baby, little slut)

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after tsukishima left the note on your desk, he hurriedly walked towards the volleyball club room. trying to pretend like you weren't the one always in his mind, and he was actually trying to act like his old self, but he just couldn’t. he was starting to feel weird not being around you as much as his mind and body were aching to. please don't be upset… please don't be angry… please don't hate me.

you picked up the note and read his words. ‘meet me in the club room, -kei’ 

he was calling for you, he wanted to see you in public, and he wanted you to talk to him. you walked towards the volleyball gym, turning towards the club room door and taking a breath before you knocked. 

"kei? what do you want?”

the door opened and you found yourself looking up at tsukishima, and you suddenly felt somehow even smaller, almost scared. you didn't know what to do. you thought you had agreed that morning to pretend like nothing happened between you while you were in public, but now?

he looked down at you from the open door and your eyes met. he felt the same as you, slightly shivering in anticipation and fear. you agreed to not do anything, but he couldn't just forget what happened that night. she hates me... i guess she regrets this… but i don’t. i messed everything up...

"pipsqueak..." he sounded a little worried. "i want to talk to you. i have... something to tell you. i'm sorry, please don't hate me. please, just let me talk and listen to me.”

"i-i thought we agreed to act like how we used to during school hours...” you were confused as to why he suddenly wanted to talk in private, and you didn't know what he'd be wanting to say.

"we agreed to that, but you see... i just can't forget all those times that we kissed, that night we slept together, or how amazing i felt holding you. i don't want that to be forgotten...'' he took a deep breath, he was trying to find the right words to say. "and i want it to happen again. now. i-i want to be in love with you, i want you to be in love with me." he said, his skin red and his heart beating too fast to be considered normal. he felt anxious.

tsukishima stared into your eyes for a minute before exhaling hard, grabbing the front of your sweater, and pulling you through the club room doorway. he shut the door hard behind you, pinning you against the wall and bending down to get closer. his heartbeat was accelerating, and he was staring at you, your beautiful eyes, your pink lips. your faces were almost touching, and you could feel his breath on your mouth.

why is he doing this? you had agreed to act like neither of you was in love with the other. now you're stuck, glued to the club room wall like this with him. what is he doing? you put your hands on his arms in an attempt to try and distance yourself from him so you could breathe again, but he kept holding you against that cold door. 

he suddenly leaned down quickly, smashing his lips against yours in an attempted move of emotion. the kiss was more fiery than the ones from the previous nights, and you felt like you couldn't breathe. you could tell how much he wanted you, and even though you had been trying so hard to suppress it all week, you realized you wanted him too. your hands reached up and gripped onto his shoulders as you kissed him back, standing on your tiptoes to be able to reach his lanky height.

tsukishima noticed your struggling quickly, reaching behind your back and under your ass to lift you by your thighs and pin you to the wall, your legs and arms now wrapped around his waist and shoulders.

this kiss was different- even though all the kisses before were nice, that one right there felt incredible to him. he felt like he was home, and it was feeling like you weren't just any girl, but you were his girl. your body was wrapped around his and he loved the feeling of your shared heat so much. he could tell that you wanted him. you kissed him back, but this was more, much more. he didn't even know if he should say anything, he felt like he shouldn’t, but he needed to talk to you. "we're not done yet, pipsqueak.” he murmured at you under his breath, starting to kiss you more aggressively.

you gasped at his words, and he took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss and making you moan loudly. he was done with acting, he was done with babying you, following those requests, and acting like you wanted him to. you were going to do all the things he wanted this time. he didn't care about your whining, he didn't care that his aching arms were the only thing keeping you from falling, he had to show you how much he wanted you. he shoved his tongue deeper into your mouth, kissing you more and more aggressively and passionately. he wasn't going to stop.

his strong arms had you pinned to the wall, holding you up with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist so you couldn't move. it was hot, passionate, and seductive. your moans became louder, more constant. everything around you seemed to disappear, and all you could feel and sense was him. his body heat was scalding your skin, and you could feel him throbbing against your thigh.

your lips were starting to become red- he was biting on your lips and tugging the skin with his teeth, just so you could feel him even more in that kiss. making his mark. you pulled away for a second to catch your breath, but instead of letting you leave, he pulled you back in, shoving his tongue even deeper in your mouth.

the feeling was incredible, and he felt like he had a deep need to do this to you. it was his end goal that he was going to make you feel good, and you didn't know what you were getting yourself into. he separated from your mouth for a second, moaning out the words "need you" before shifting his hands to toy with the bottom of your skirt.

"baby..." he bit his lips. tsukishima’s mind only focused on you. his heart was beating out of his body, and he couldn't personally believe what he wanted to do to you. he was trying to keep himself from doing anything inappropriate, but all that kissing got him really excited. "tell me to stop." he whispered. if you said that, the last part of him would come apart and die. he wanted to do this with you right now, to just stop holding himself together. you could feel the obvious bulge pressing against your panties, confirming how much he wanted you.

you don't respond, simply staring into his cold, gold eyes and reaching down to fidget with the top button of his uniform pants. you didn't want him to stop, you wanted him then and there, no matter what the outcome. the only sound that left your mouth was a whimper, peering into his eyes with an innocent look of want.

he stared back at you and smiled, your eyes seeming to tell him you wanted this. he looked down to see you undoing the top button on his uniform, and it made him shake like a leaf. you were going to commit the biggest sin, one that you couldn't go back from. "oh baby…" he kissed you on the lips again, making sure you knew he was about to do something so risqué and potentially shameful for both of you if you got caught. "be quiet... don't make a sound or you're going to regret it. i’ll stop if you tell me to stop, okay pipsqueak?”

"i-i won’t make noises. i promise, kei,” you whispered out. he nodded and began to lower his uniform trousers and boxers, releasing his cock. you could see it between your legs when you looked down, the tip red, swollen, and leaking. it made a whimper escape your throat as you unconsciously clenched your pussy, squeezing your legs tighter around his waist.

"my baby..." he whispered back to you, he liked it when you called him by his name. and as he was getting ready to go even further than you already had, he was excited, and he could see that you looked excited as well. your body wanted him, he was sure of that.

“you’re doing all this so willingly... you are insane pipsqueak,” he muttered to himself, but he liked that about you. you were not like any other girl he'd ever seen or been with. you wanted him, and you weren't pretending that you didn’t. it was making his heart swell the more he thought about it and the further this went.

tsukishima reached under your skirt to grab at the fabric of your panties, ripping them aside so he could line his dick up with your entrance, smearing his pre across your folds. the feeling made you gasp in anticipation of what he’d do next- your body was fully in his control and the suspense was torture. pulling your hips lower, he suddenly pushed up, sheathing himself fully in your pussy with one strong thrust. the sharp stinging feeling that spread through your core from his actions made you have to bite back a loud groan of pain and pleasure. "y-yes kei…"

“oh baby…" he was blushing, your willingness making him feel like you were already one. you wanted this, and you wanted this so bad that you were even moaning already. he knew you liked him, and you knew what you had done that night, but he had been too scared of going further. this confirmed it for him though. “i like to do things my way though. i’m in control this time.”

your walls clenched around his cock at his words as he held onto your hips and slowly pulled back, only to quickly slam his length back into you as deep as possible. you were whining louder the more he moved, the sounds echoing around the walls of the club room. "p-please kei... d-don’t stop.” everything felt so good, giving you flashbacks to that first night in the car, but this was different, somehow even better.

she's out of her mind... she wants me and she's not afraid to show it. i think i’m gonna like this…

he kissed your lips, biting and pulling on the bottom lip until you let out a cry, gradually beginning to move his hips sharper with more impact. you were squeezing your eyes shut as tight as you could, constantly whimpering as he started bucking his hips harsher into your cunt, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust. you weren't stopping him, so he knew you wanted him to keep going, and for some reason, it was getting him more and more excited. “god, i love you pipsqueak." he moaned to you. he felt like you were becoming his property, his and his only. he watched as your body began shaking, sharp pants and whines leaving your lips as if you needed him, and he just couldn't bring himself to say no to you anymore. 

"o-okay... i’m going to start going faster, just don't be too loud, okay cutie?" his face was blushing bright red, but he couldn't stop now. he was acting more intense this time compared to that night a few days ago, and you could see on his face that he was a little bit scared. scared you were going to scream like you did in the car. the idea of getting caught was making both of you feel anxious, and you could feel his heart beating strongly from where your chests were pressed together.

you nodded your head quickly, lifting the bottom of your shirt up to bite on it and muffle the noises that were escaping your mouth. when you stuffed your mouth with the fabric, it let him immediately see the most amazing sight a man could see. tsukishima was staring at your flushed, smooth skin, and it was so beautiful to him. he felt like he was seeing a goddess, and he loved seeing you so nervous. you obviously wanted him, and his whole body filled with lust at the view.

"keep biting on your shirt, you little slut..." he commanded as he continued pushing deep into your pussy, stretching it to fit his length. it felt perfect, like your body was made for him and only him.

listening to his words, you followed his commands and clenched your mouth tight. you knew you had been loud that night in the car, and considering how much rougher he was already acting today, you realized that you would undoubtedly be audible if somebody passed by the club room. you definitely couldn't be loud here. there was a big chance someone could hear and come to inspect the noises, and neither of you wanted that to happen. tears started to leak in the corners of your eyes as your teeth gripped your shirt tighter and tighter, grinding them as you squeezed your eyes shut. it felt so good, you couldn't stand it if he were to stop because of you.

"yeah, bite that shirt… i’m going to keep going and you won't be able to say a word about it." his words were more like orders at this point, sneering in your face as he got rougher and rougher. “fuck, you’re hot when you cry.” 

if you were still pretending that you didn't care for each other, then he was going all the way in on the act. he could tell that you needed him, you wanted him. he didn't even question why at that point- he was just doing what he felt like doing to satisfy both of you. "buckle up crybaby, we're going to be like this for a long time." he chuckled, looking more confident and less pristine by the second.

tsukishima managed to somehow speed up even more, starting to go faster in his movements and making your whole body clench. a loud moan escaped your mouth, muffled by the shirt, but he could still hear it and it turned him on even more.

"mmm... i like hearing you moan like that." he continued his thrusts, slamming into your cunt faster and harder by the second. he couldn't stop, feeling as if he was in a trance from the warmth of your walls gripping his cock. you seemed to enjoy every second of this, louder whimpers slipping from your mouth from the pleasure, and that only made it better for him.

"what was that baby? i thought i told you that you shouldn't make any big sounds like that when i’m doing this, you might be too loud. do you want to get caught?” he laughed a little and kept thrusting harder. the actions were making your back rub up and down against the club room wall, messing up your hair and the back of your shirt, but neither of you cared. your minds were clouded and could only focus on each other.

he felt in that moment that he was the dominant in control, enjoying the sight of your pleasure-filled face lined with tears. "don't you dare let that shirt go, pipsqueak. don't say a word when i'm doing this to you okay? i'll stop if you say anything, and i don't think you'll like that." he was more demanding as his pace became faster and faster.

you were nodding your head quickly, your legs tightening around his waist where he held you. leaning your head back against the wall, your body starting to shiver. it was so good, and you could feel yourself tightening from the movements as the tears spilled down your cheeks.

"oh you like this, right? my little slut, such a fucking crybaby.” he sneered at you, but he knew you enjoyed it, your body shaking in pleasure. you couldn't keep calm and were getting more and more sensitive to his actions as he began running his fingers under your ass, teasing your other entrance. you couldn't help but tighten around him, his actions overstimulating you to the point of insanity.

"i've had you like this ever since i first met you, right pipsqueak? you've always wanted me, I just know it.” you could tell he was enjoying this too much, getting cockier by the second. he felt weird calling you pipsqueak when you were like this, but for some reason, it managed to turn him on even more.

suddenly everything in you squeezed, and you opened your mouth to silently yell, your mouth hanging open and the shirt falling from it as your cunt spasmed around his cock. you were shaking violently as your body suffered the most intense orgasm you could remember having, be he wasn't stopping. he wouldn't stop until he finished too.

tsukishima couldn't help himself but laugh when he saw how you reacted. he loved seeing your face right now, fucked dumb because of his dick. the excitement in your eyes, the way you were shaking. he felt in control of your body at that moment, making you act like that against your own will. at this point, he wasn't going to stop even if you said the words “want you to stop,”  you wouldn't be here if you didn't want this to continue, right?

“i'm going to finish soon, baby, and i’m going to fill your cunt until your pussy is overflowing with my cum. you can't stop me.”

he was going faster and harder, he was enjoying it, seeing you this way as a babbling mess. he knew if you kept this going you would never come back to the way you were before, but he felt like he had to do this, that if he stopped now he’d regret it, and you weren't asking him to stop or slow down either.

"i told you it's my turn.” tsukki's grunts were becoming more constant, his voice gradually getting louder as his thrusts were becoming stronger and sharper, abusing your pussy and pounding as deep as he could reach.

"p-please kei…" 

his eyes rolled back when he heard your tiny voice whining his name, and he pushed deep before his hips started stuttering and he groaned loudly. you could feel the ropes of his hot cum painting your walls white, filling you to the brim until your cunt felt practically swollen.

both of you were panting, and his forehead fell onto your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. you stood there for a minute before he slowly lowered your bodies to the floor, still connected as you sat atop him. "k-kei..." you whispered out his name.

this girl, i love her. i can't stop now.

"baby.." he whispered to you. his eyes were still closed, and he could feel you holding onto his chest as your body quivered. it was all too much, but he enjoyed it, he enjoyed you and wanted to stay like this. "baby, i... i don't think i can move right now." he murmured to you. opening his eyes slowly, trying to look at you through his foggy glasses. he wanted you to keep holding him, wanted you to use each other as body pillows and stay like this for as long as possible.

you slowly tried lifting yourself off of him, feeling his softening member pull out and hearing the sound as it hit his tummy. your legs gave out and you stumbled, falling forward onto his chest. "i-i'm sorry.” your face was burning red as you looked to the side, face flushing as you felt his cum start to leak out of your pussy and onto his pelvis where you sat.

when tsukishima felt you fall on him, it made him let out a light laugh. "it's okay baby... i really enjoyed myself, and you liked this too, right? you wouldn't have acted like that if you didn't.” he was breathless, and he pulled you closer to his warm body, making it so your faces were centimeters apart and you could feel his breaths ghost your mouth as you stared up at him.

"we can sleep like this, you know, if you want…” he pulled his glasses off and looked down at you, so close to him as he took in the sight that graced him. your skin was red, blushing, and covered in sweat as your shaky breaths stuttered. your hair was a tangled mess, and with your clothes now wrinkled, it looked like you just rolled out of a dumpster. but in his eyes, you were even more beautiful than before.

"b-but don't we have to go back to class in a while? lunch break should end in a bit if it isn’t already over…” you were staring into his eyes, the realization of what just happened settling in your mind as you started to panic.

"one more minute, pipsqueak?" he asked for a second more, as his arm snaked around your waist, tightening and making you pull even closer to him. "just one more minute, okay? this feels too good to move, i like this feeling too much to get up right now.” 

he couldn't believe that the girl sitting atop him was practically his at that moment. the girl that he hated and picked on and quarreled with for years. the girl that he took in the car a week ago, feeling like a one-night stand that’s suddenly spreading into something more. this girl, she's mine.

your eyes started darting between the door and his own eyes that stared up at you. looking at his fucked out face and hearing his response definitely took you by surprise. 

"i-i thought you wanted us to be a secret. t-that we weren't going to tell anyone else or do anything too dramatic. it’s going to look suspicious if both of us are missing at the same time once class starts, they're going to t-think..”

your voice caught, and you couldn't figure out how you were feeling. you thought you had loved what the two of you had done while in the moment, but now it felt heavy in your head. you were definitely blessed that you were able to do this with him again, that he actually cared about you like that. but at the same time, you feared how others would react. how things might change, how the relationship between the two of you would be shifted and altered. everything was conflicting in your head and heart, and it was confusing.

"they can think whatever they want, baby. let them think i kidnapped you or something, i don't give a shit what they think. what i want is you, right now, on me. we are sleeping like this, it's my decision, and you can't do anything about it.” he kissed your forehead and squeezed you closer to him, implying he was done with the debate. he knew he was playing with you, messing with your feelings, but he didn't care. “you did like it, didn't you?”

“y-yeah" you whispered out.

he nodded his head before closing his eyes and shuffling into the carpeted floor, still squeezing you tight so you couldn't escape his hold. you could tell when he started to settle, his breaths slowing as he stopped moving. how could he be trying to sleep right now? you were going to be late, and you felt like this wasn't a good choice for either of you. but what could you do?

he began to fall asleep with you, right in the middle of the day, in the middle of the dirty floor of the karasuno volleyball club room. you had no choice but to subdue to his hold, your head on his chest, stuck in his tight grip. the more you thought of it to yourself, the more small tears slid from your eyes unwillingly, until you fell asleep with him on the rough floor of the club room.

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a/n: one more chapter to go! it should be up by next week so prep for that 😝😘

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[bluegalaxygirl]

Wild Flower (Zosan X Reader) P8

Plot: While doing recon for the crew, reader's snake gets captured by a marine who knows more about her than her own crew but to make matters worse he can hurt reader through her Snake using some strange powers and deadly plants.

Warning: Bad language, Making out, Snakes, Blood and Violence.

Reader is female and has the ability to control Snakes that come form tattoo's on her arms, she can change the size of them and see through their eyes but they are also connected to her emotions. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship.

P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - Bonus

Finally, you were allowed out of the medical room and back into your own bed, it was great to be able to stay in the same bed as Zoro and Sanji again, it helped you sleep a lot better even with Zoro's constant snoring in your ear. Your arm was now back to normal and thanks to Choppers care there were no scars or marks left from the red lumps, your snake was also back to full health and the scar on its chest was completely gone with no evidence it even happened. As for your chest wound it has closed up fully no longer needing stitches but it was still red and a little sensitive in spots, Chopper told you to keep the bandages on for a few more days but other than that you felt great. You started getting back to your normal routine and jobs so you were up above the kitchen watering all the plants and tangerine trees after putting some compost down to help them grow. You weren't a gardener but you were the closet thing to it along with Usopp but the two of you worked well to keep the garden and trees going even though cold weather. Even though you were distracted with your work you could feel someone sneaking up behind you, The aura was someone you knew well so with a smile you place your watering can down before quickly turning while moving your elbow out to hit the person in the face. Before it connects though a hand stops your elbow while another grabs your waist pulling you into their chest while pulling your arm behind your back holding it there.

Zoro smiles at you as your other hand grabs his throat but not squeezing "That's my girl" The swordsman whispers, a slightly proud smirk growing on his face, you let out a small laugh while a light blush covers your cheeks before leaning closer and placing your lips on his. You move your hand from his neck letting it rest on his shoulder while he lets your arm go, so he can wrap his arms around your waist. "Baby... it's been a few days and you seem up for it" Zoro pulls away from your lips before hooking his arm under your thigh and pulling you up making you straddle his hips while he holds you there "You want to train? Hum... i don't know, is that a good idea?" You put on a fake thinking face as you wrap your legs around his waist while tapping your chin with your finger. The swordsman glares up at you knowing your faking and putting on a show just to tease him, he lets you think until it become unbearable for him letting out an annoyed sigh while wrapping and arm around your butt to keep you up. "Please can i train with your snake.. Baby please" He hates begging, but he's itching for a good fight, and he knows your snakes will happily provide as long as you agree. You continue to think while shifting your eyes away from him making the man growl at you before holding you tighter starting to attack your neck with kiss and bites. You squeak at the sudden feeling of his teeth on your neck but let out a laugh after playfully smacking his shoulder "Ok, ok... Gods your so needy" With a pleased hum the swordsman gives your neck one last kiss before carrying you off to the ladder leading up to the crows nest.

Once up the ladder Zoro offers you his hand to help you through the hatch before picking you up again this time bridal style "I can walk you know" You sigh but don't put up a fight as the swordsman carry's you over to the sofa's lining the walls where he places you down "You need all your energy" He grins lifting your chin up, so he can place a hard kiss on your lips, leaning into it you open your mouth before he can even ask for entrance, your tongue's meet as your lips move together Zoro's hand sliding up your leg to your waist while your hands travel to his neck and down his chest where you lightly push telling him you need air. Pulling away Zoro looks you over before meeting your eyes, placing a hand on your cheek he leans closer letting his forehead rest against yours "If you need a break just say so." he whispers to you as you smile up at him and nod, stepping away from you Zoro heads over to the center of the room pulling out two of his swords and flipping them so if he hits your snake it's with the blunt end. Leaning back into the sofa you hold your arm out and make fangs out of your fingers, the tattoo'ed snake slithering out of your skin and rapidly growing in size becoming slightly taller than Zoro as it rises up. The swordsman's smile widens as your snake locks eyes with him and let's out a low deep hiss ready to challenge the man. "Have fun" You call out letting your snake do as it pleases while you cross your legs and sit back enjoying the show. With a hiss your snake strikes but is blocked by the swordsman who swings his other sword down only for it to be stopped by your snakes tail.

A few hours went by and the two still weren't tired, you on the other hand felt a little sleepy but you refused to give in wanting the two to have fun, laying on the sofa you kept your eyes on the two while laying on your back and an arm under your head. The training room was now a mess and you know poor Usopp or Franky are gonna have to fix some of the wooden panels thanks to your Snake either throwing Zoro into the wall or getting hit into it by the swordsman. Your snake opens its mouth grabbing the swordsman's leg and lifting him up its fangs either side of his leg as not to hurt him. Your snakes are careful when fighting or training with the crew, they know not to hurt them so it brings a smile to your face when you snakes think before they act. Zoro struggles as he's lifted into the air his body dangling upside down, but he swings his sword the back of it hitting your snake in the throat, its opens it mouth for a second due to the hit before clamping back down. The swordsman grunts in pain as your snakes eyes widen in shock while moving its head down and letting the green haired man go. You sit up knowing something is wrong but not wanting to step in just yet, your snake hisses while laying its head on the floor looking at Zoro's bleeding leg "It's ok bud, you didn't mean too" The swordsman sighs while pulling off his black bandanna from his arm and wrapping it around the cut on his leg. "You ok" You call out while standing up seeing the blood dripping onto the floor "I'm fine babe, just sit back down" He ordered before standing up your snake's head going under his arm wanting to help.

Sitting back down you watch Zoro walk over your snake's head still under his arm even though the swordsman reassures it that he's fine. "It was an accident, you didn't mean too, calm down" The green haired man sighs before sitting next to you on the sofa while your snake shrinks in sizes to fit onto the sofa next to him and place his head on the swordsman's lap. "Let me see" You stand only for Zoro to grab your arm "Its fine, really, just a nick" You know it is but you still wanted to have a look so you stay stood while refusing to break eye contact with him, with a sigh Zoro puts his foot up on the sofa and leans back a little letting you do what you want. Giving him a grateful smile you sit back down and remove the bandanna looking over the thin cut, it wasn't deep and was already starting to clot "Like i said just a nick" Zoro groans while patting your snakes large head that refuses to leave his lap, your snake relaxes though feeling that your a lot calmer and not worried over the cut. He's lucky your snakes weren't using any kind of venom this time, it's a good thing they can turn it on and off when ever they like. Tying the bandanna back around his leg you help move it to off the sofa so you can cuddle up to his side, Zoro's arm goes around your shoulder pulling you into him as he places a kiss on your head "Thanks baby, I needed a good fight" The swordsman smiles into your hair as you lay your head on his shoulder and place your hand on his warm chest feeling his heart beating hard after such a workout "I'm glad you had fun" You whisper to him while closing your eyes relaxing into him.

The sound of the hatch opening jolted you awake from your sleep that you didn't know you fell into, rubbing your eyes you look around seeing your still in the training room, the light outside fading while your still cuddled up to Zoro. The swordsman stops snoring starting to wake up and look over at the hatch seeing Sanji walk over with a large try. The cook smiles at the two of you seeing your now both awake "The others are having dinner but i thought you'd like to stay up here" Sanji placing the try down next to Zoro on the sofa, the smell of food hitting your nose makes you smile up at the blonde before looking down at the try of food. Its then you notice your snakes gone and the tattoo back on your arm, it must have come back after you fell asleep. "Thanks hun" you sit up while stretching a little trying to wake yourself up more, Zoro only gives a thankful hum before looking over the try of food and picking up a plate "It's no problem my love, i couldn't bring myself to wake you two when i first found you" The cook lets out a small laugh as his cheeks go slightly red, you pat the seat next to you getting the blonde to grab a plate of his own and sit next to you. Leaning over you place a kiss on his cheek feeling him lean into you as his face heats up. Taking a plate for yourself you start eating "This is so good" You comment humming in pleasure at the taste, Sanji sways a little with a big smile before kissing your cheek "I'm glad you like it" The three of you eat and drink togeather enjoying the alone time.

Sanji lets out a sigh now looking over the slightly torn up room, "So i'm guessing training went well" The cook lets out a small laugh while putting his empty plate to the side, The swordsman hums with a smile thinking back to the hours long training session "It was great, I love it when their feisty" You let out a small laugh at his comment while putting your empty plate on your lap "As much as i love letting you train with my snakes i feel bad for Usopp... This room is a mess" You sigh leaning back against the sofa as Sanji puts his arm around your shoulders pulling you into him a little "Don't worry my love i'm sure moss head can make it up to him somehow" The cook smiles over at Zoro who stops eating and looks over with a glare "Why just me? Y/N's at fault too" The swordsman growls pointing his fork at you, before an argument can break out you reach your hand up to place it on Sanji's cheek "He's right hun, i'm at fault too, I'll just get him something as a sorry" Managing to calm the situation down Sanji sighs and nods placing his hand over yours that's still on his cheek, Zoro finishes his food and put it back on the tray before putting his arm around you letting it rest on top of the cooks "We'll worry about all that later, I'm still tired" The swordsman groans placing his head on your shoulder, reaching your other hand up you run it through his green hair "All that pent-up energy's finally gone" Sanji laughs a little, but he's also glad for it since the green hired man has been on edge after not having a good fight for so long.

Zoro lets out a hum of agreement while letting his eye close and wrapping his other arm around your waist, "Oh, i forgot, this came for you" Sanji suddenly jumps reaching into his pocket and pulling out a letter with some strange writing on it, you know that writing, its from your home "Thanks hun" you smile taking it from him and opening it, a few days ago you sent a letter telling the protectors what happened and asked some questions. Its all written in code so others won't be able to read it. Looking over the letter Sanji raises an eyebrow not understanding any of it, Zoro opens his eye to have a peek and lets a smile grown on his face knowing your the only one who can read it. "Is everything ok love?" Sanji asks once you fold the letter back up, turning to look at him you nod before holding out your hand "Yea they just answered my questions. Can i borrow your lighter?" You ask earning a confused look off the cook, but he nods pulling out his gold lighter and handing it to you. Flicking the lighter on you bring the flame to the letter causing it to catch on fire and burn up as you place it on the plate on your lap. "It turns out the marine we ran into did come to Cozia, but he didn't step foot on land, his ship was in trouble so my people helped. They said he asked a lot of questions and knew quite a bit, so they told him Glykon was dead, then sent him away." You state turning the flame off and closing the lighter before handing it back to Sanji who nods along.

Once the letter was fully burned, now just a pile of ashes, Zoro takes the plate off your lap and puts it aside before sighing and cuddling into you "How the hell did he know all that though?" The swordsman asks but you shrug as Sanji takes your hand holding it in his, he seemed worried so you squeezed his hand "I don't know, and they don't either but it'll be ok, my people are strong we can take what ever anyone throws at up and it seems the marine truly thought Glykon was dead." You reassure the two and yourself, it maybe a mystery you'll never solve but you know your people can handle it and if your needed you'll be there too, plus the straw hat crew will be more than willing to help if something goes down. You have faith in everyone around you so there's no need to worry. Sanji relaxes and kisses your head before resting his head on your shoulder "Your right love" He whispers into your neck, the three of you cuddle up together enjoying the quiet time you all have before your captain starts to make noise again. You all know him too well, wanting to drink and hear brooks music late into the night so times like this where its just the three of you in a quiet area this time of night is a rare occasion.

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[stargazing15]

Let's fight the dark clouds and let the sun shine

Bob x wife reader

Summary: Delivering little Lily had been hard, but Bob stood by you. He was great with her, she loved him, she made the cutest noises with him. With him, not with you. She did fall asleep in your arms at times, but she screamed a lot, at you, not at her daddy. And your husband hadn't looked at you like before giving birth, which made you doubt yourself even more. The baby blues were hitting you, hard.

Warnings: angsty, mentions of birth & C-section, postnatal depression, fluffy at the end

A/N: this is partly written from my perspective, let's say kinda been there (not everything from this fic happened irl, but the mind can take you to dark places). If you ever see someone struggling after giving birth, do not hesitate to reach out!

It was never going to happen to you. That said you were supposed to have a natural birth, not a C-section. But it was okay, as long as little Lily was healthy. That's what you and Bob kept in mind, as long as she was alright. And she was, she's oh so perfect. A little mixture of Bob and you.

He stood by you during the labor, holding your hand or kissing the top of head when contractions came through, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You let him sleep during the night since your water had broken in the late evening and the labor progressed slowly, so at least one of you would be more alert the next day. 22 hours after your water broke, the verdict came, C-section, or Lily's health might get into trouble. This was the first time you felt you were failing as a mother. You couldn't deliver naturally like everyone else did.

The second time you felt like a failure was just a bit later, when the three of you were moved to your room. You couldn't pick up Lily from her bed. Bob had to pick her up, give her to you when needed to be fed, and did her first everythings, change her first diapers, give her her first bath. You weren't going to admit this to Bob, but it hurt deep down.

The first time getting out of the bed was a victory, a very painful one, but it was a start. Lily was getting an all clear two days later, and so were you. Time to go home.

But you were so scared. You still couldn't pick her up from her bed, in the household you couldn't do anything due to your abdominal muscles needing to heal after the C-section. And sweet Bob? He was taking care of everything, what would you do without him? He was your rockstar.

The first days at home were hard for the both of you, Lily was hungry every 2-3 hours and were still not able to get her out of bed. You felt guilty everytime you woke him to get her. The thing you hated the most of it was that he did it with a smile on his face and always saying "anything for my girls". You hated it because you could read it on his expression that he was tired too.

Those moments when you were feeding her were so precious to you, you were feeding your little girl, you were succeeding in something. But that was all you could give her, food and a little comfort sometimes. You felt so useless. Bob could hold her while walking around the house, show her around, slow dance around the house with her. All you could do was tag along and try to smile though the physical and emotional pain.

Within days friends and family came by to see the little sweetheart. Bob loved showing her off to everyone. But for you, a part of it found it nice getting distracted, but it was also pure torture. Sometimes you got looks for not being able to help out, you were the first one in both families not to give birth naturally, you tried to keep in mind that they didn't knew better, but it made you once again feel like a failure. And your family made clear you had always been a failure to them.

The next week you got cleared by your midwife to start picking up Lily yourself. That was a big victory. This meant you could let Bob sleep at night, so he could get himself ready to get back to work again. And that was you did, letting Bob sleep throughout the night, feeding Lily in the rocking chair in her room, sing her to sleep in her room. Showing him you could take care of her made you a little proud, despite you making your sleep deprivation worse by being this stubborn and not get the necessary sleep yourself. But hey, at least you were a good wife and mom now.

In general you were more enjoying the fact you could hold her on your own without needing any help. Finally a new victory. Things were moving to the right direction, you holding precious little Lily, your scar was healing and Bob was catching up sleep.

The next week you started pumping milk so Bob could give her a bottle too and seeing them both enjoy the moment, your heart melted once again, the two most precious human beings on this planet.

Of course Bob had noticed the dark circles under your eyes and had asked about taking over one of the night feedings so you could rest, but you being the stubborn you shrugged it off saying Bob needed his sleep for his job and you could sleep through the day. Which good mother and wife would let her working husband take night shifts feeding their baby or take care of the smaller household chores (as you were still not able to carry heavy weights)?

Since Bob went back to work, the daggers were coming over regularly to eat after training and cuddle with their favorite niece. Or at least that was what Bob said, everyone loved Payback's kids too.

You should be happy, but why couldn't you feel that way? Your husband was having his -and yours too- favorite people over, you were back to cooking, what you normally love, but you excused yourself to kitchen regularly during the evenings holding back tears, needing several minutes to compose yourself, not to break down in front of your friends. You could only watch how they were laughing together and holding Lily like it was most beautiful thing they had ever seen. And you saw the way Bob was looking at your friends holding your little girl, it was pure adoration and happiness, you didn't get that look when you were holding her. Or at least that was what your mind was making of it, because Bob loved the sight of you rocking her to sleep in chair in her room and many times accidentally falling asleep too.

The week Lily turned five weeks old, things went from bad to worse. Lily started to get agitated more when being with you, Bob was now back to work full time as Cyclone let Bob work shorter days the weeks before, after his short paternal leave ended. You broke down in tears everytime Bob's car left. Apart from that, your milk production turned into a water production. And you hated the sight of yourself in the mirror, the ugly scar on your lower abdomen, your belly still looking like you were three months pregnant because you couldn't start to work out yet. No wonder your husband hadn't t tried to touch you yet. It was all hitting you at once. There could only be one reason for all this: you were a failure as a mother and as a wife. Lily didn't need you anymore now she switched to formula, she hated your guts now and Bob would definitely be happy with someone else, someone who would take care of him, love him like he deserves, someone prettier than you.

Your mind was a mess from the sleep deprivation and negative spiral you had put yourself on. So when your in-laws, who you loved, were over and taking Lily on a long walk, you packed a bag and left in a haze. She was in good care. Leaving a note for Bob.

You're better off without me

You'll be happier that way

Take care of Lily

Y/N

You don't know for how many hours you were sitting here, the place where Bob took you on your first date when moving here. You had been scrolling through pictures on your phone. Happier pictures. A different you. You weren't her anymore, you were a failure now. You didn't deserve Bob and Lily.

"Y/N! Honey! Sweetheart!" A voice was calling you, but too deep in your thoughts you weren't hearing it. Until it hugged you, tightly. The hug felt familiar, warm and lovingly. It was Bob crying his heart out. He looked like a mess, red eyes, the area around his eyes also red, damped glasses.

"Why would you ever think we could be better off without you? We need you. Lily needs her momma bear, I need my sweet pumpkin." Bob wasn't angry, he sounded sad, scared, the opposite of what you expected. "Talk to me." You had missed him terribly in the couple of hours you had left, because you still loved this sweet man so much, but your mind was still telling you he didn't need you anymore.

You took a deep breath to explain yourself "She hates me, she doesn't want to calm down anymore in my arms. I can't even produce milk anymore, like a good mum would. She only wants you, her face even lits up when it's you. I can't take care of the house. I hate myself. I still look like a whale, I am the ugliest woman on earth with the ugliest scar. I am a failure. Everyone sees it, that I'm a failure. I can't make you happy anymore. Lily ain't happy with me. It's better if you find a new mom for her. Someone who you can look at again." Bob started crying even harder at the harsh comments you said about yourself.

"Stop all that sweetheart, nothing you said is true. Oh my sweet girl, you have the baby blues hitting you hard. Lily is more fuzzy because she's still getting used to the formula. It's not your fault, nature sometimes has things planned differently. And I guess with her seeing me less she's probably reacting differently with me. You heard it from Payback, babies are the fuzziest with the person they feel most comfortable with." You were sobbing in your husband's chest while listening to his talking, why was he being nice to you? "I'm the one who's got to apologize, I, I should have noticed you struggling, I'm so sorry. And you're still my beautiful and lovely wife. And you're Lily's mommy, she loves you. I love you."

"But -"

"No buts, I love you, no one else. Except Lily of course, I love you both, a lot. I neglected you, you've been doing so much for me and Lily and I did nothing back. No, I just went back to work, not realizing how hard that was on you. When was the last time you slept longer than 3 hours?"

"Be-before giving birth to Lily."

"Oh sweetheart, I am so so sorry."

"Why do you still love me?"

"Because it's you, you're still that sweet girl I fell in love with, that I married, that is now the mother of our beautiful daughter."

"But I'm not, I'm not that girl anymore. She was pretty, I'm looking like this, I have a scar. It's ugly. And you know that because you won't touch me anymore."

"That's not true, you still my pretty pumpkin that bumped into me at the grocery store. I'm sorry for not showing you how I love you lately, I'm scared to hurt you, it's not that I didn't want to."

"You can just say you can't anymore," Bob stopped your rambling by kissing you, kissing you like before, like the time when you were pregnant and were horny as hell all the time. This was exactly what you needed, feeling butterflies again in your stomach. Realization hitting you what you had done influenced by the negative thoughts. "What have I done?"

"It's okay sweetheart, we're gonna take a new start with being new parents and us. We're going to take better care of each other, we promised.."

"... In good and bad days." You finished Bob's sentence while holding his pinky. "I'm so scared Bobby, so scared for not being enough."

"I know sweetheart, and you shouldn't be because you are, you are more than enough. For me and for Lily. And there will be other bad days, but we're gonna get through together."

"Forever."

"Forever."

"I love you Bobby, I'm sorry for doubting you."

"Let's get home sweetheart, Lily must have missed you."

"I missed her actually too, do you think that maybe we can get away one night, just to catch up a little bit of sleep and I don't know, I just missed you. Why does that actually sound selfish?"

"It's not, I think that that's a good idea, we'll talk things further out and I know some other things we can do." Bob gave a mischievous smile hinting to a much needed you-and-him-time.

Arriving home, you immediately took little Lily in your arms, this time she wasn't fuzzy, she was calm and happy, feeling your renewed energy too. You also apologized to your in-laws, who were very understanding.

"Honey, I know exactly what you're going through, I should have seen the signs. After I have birth to Bob's little sister I tried to run away too, but that little gentleman there, prevented that. I guess he felt it and kept me too busy to actually run away from my feelings. He's always been a charmer. You guys will get through this together." Her comments made you cry once again, but not because of unhappiness, you were relieved you felt understood. "We'll stay here, take shifts for feedings tonight and tomorrow is all about you two. Enjoy it, enjoy each other. Both of you deserve it. And Lily here, she will be a spoiled little brat by the time you two get back."

"I can imagine that, thank you ma."

Everyone taking a shift that night was exactly what you needed, you were still tired, one night of sleep did not fix it the exhaustion completely, but you felt energized for the first time in a while. As did Bob. And Lily, she wasn't fuzzy anymore. Sure she had her little moments, but she could be calmed very quickly and even started squealing. If this is how it's supposed to be, you were completely wrong earlier about everything.

Bob, you and Lily went for a walk, stopping by a cute little coffee place where you sat next to Bob while you were holding her in your arms. Bob had put his arm around you so you could rest against his shoulder. This was perfect, the three of you enjoying each other's company. Until you got interrupted by the waitress.

Finally, just you and Bob.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I don't mean to be a creep, but I took a picture of you three, because you guys are so cute together." Both your and Bob's first reaction was 'what?' but when you saw the picture, you got it, the three of you snuggled up perfectly together. She exchanged the picture with you and it because immediately your and Bob's new background on your phones.

"As much as I love our baby girl, I'm delighted that it's just you and me. I love you pumpkin."

"Me too, I love you too Bobby. But I'm so incredibly scared. What if you grow tired of me, or find someone else more attractive? Or what if I fail at being a good mother?" Bob laid you on the king-size bed, he joined you on the bed laying opposite of you. He caressed your jaw sweetly, looking at you with his beautiful blue eyes.

"My sweet pumpkin, this brain of yours is going in overdrive again. I don't want someone else. I only want you, my sweet and adorable wife, my Mrs. Floyd. And baby, we're new parents, I'm scared too to do something wrong. But we'll figure things out. And if we're stuck we could always call Payback or his wife. He made me promise to bother him if we needed help. We will be okay. We will be great parents. Just think about earlier today, the little squeal she made when you were holding her."

"That was actually a very nice feeling." The memory made your heart warmer. What if Bob was right and you are actually great parents? All these raging hormones were making it hard to know what to think. And with Bob peppering sweet kisses all over your face, your brain started to malfunction, making all the negative thoughts disappear.

"Baby, it's time to let the dark clouds make place for the beautiful sunshine that you are."

"Bob, I love you."

"I love you too, so much. And I'm gonna show you how much."

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[btsqualityy]

Hey can we have a drabble of the parks being distant and snappy cuz of the miscarriage. Maybe some arguments, visit to docs and tears concluded by lots of cuddles. Thanks shay 💗

Warnings: mentions of miscarriage

"So, you look to be doing well Y/N," Dr. Choi said as your appointment reached it's end. "Physically, you aren't carrying any lingering scars from the miscarriage."

"Wish I could say the same for my emotions," you joked dryly, making Dr. Choi smiled sadly.

"I do have some referrals to therapists, if that's something you're interested in," she said.

"Uh, I'm not sure," you grimaced. "I'll have to think about it."

"Alright, that's totally fair," Dr. Choi sighed. "If you and Jimin decided that you wanted to start trying again though, you are able to physically."

"Alright, thank you," you murmured quietly. Once your appointment ended and you made it back home, you trudged upstairs to find Jimin sitting in an easy chair in your bedroom, his notebook on his lap as he wrote furiously.

"Hey," you spoke up and Jimin looked up at you.

"Hey," he replied shortly as you sat down on the bed. "How'd your appointment go?"

"Dr. Choi said I'm ok physically," you reported. "The miscarriage didn't leave any scarring or anything like that so we can try again whenever we're ready."

"Hm," he muttered before focusing back on his notebook.

"Hm?" You repeated with an arched brow. "You have nothing to say about that?"

"I'm happy that you're healthy," he said without looking up.

"You don't sound too happy."

"What were you expecting?" Jimin wondered as he looked at you again. "For me to throw you onto the bed and fuck another baby into you, right here and right now?"

"Why do you always have to be such a dickhead about things?" You demanded to know. "You don't have to be so crude."

"And why do you always have to be so insensitive?" He shot back. "You weren't the only one who lost a baby and you haven't even asked me if I'm ready to try again yet."

"The way you've talked since we found out we lost the baby, it sounded like you were," you shrugged. "Sorry I assumed."

"Yeah, whatever," he scoffed, getting up from the chair and walking out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

..............................................

A few days later, things had remained icy between you and Jimin. The two of you hadn't really talked and you had gotten used to falling asleep alone at night and waking up the same way.

You were laying in the dark, your eyes droopy but your body unable to relax enough to let yourself rest. Suddenly, you heard the door to your bedroom open and footsteps fall into the room. You held your breath as Jimin moved over and climbed onto the bed, wanting him to think you were asleep, but you couldn't help the gasp that escaped you when Jimin wrapped an arm around your body and pulled you close to him.

"I know you're awake but I just need you to listen to me," he whispered, waiting until you had slowly nodded your head before he continued. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that and I'm sorry for doing so. I just....I'm so fucking angry still."

"I know the feeling," you replied.

"And I have no idea how to handle the shit," he added. "My heart aches for someone that I didn't even know. Plus, if things had been worse, I could've lost you and the thought of that drives me insane."

"Jimin-ssi," you whispered as you turned around so that you could look at his face, and you weren't surprised to see tears already streaming down his cheeks. "Baby, if you're hurting, you have to talk to me. Remember when you told me that we were in this together?"

"I remember," he nodded.

"Then come to me and we can cry together," you told him, a sob escaping your throat afterwards. "I already lost our child, I don't wanna lose you too."

"Oh jagi, you could never lose me," Jimin chuckled through his tears, tightening his grip on you.

"Promise me?" You requested, your hands coming up to cup his face.

"I promise," he swore. "I love you so much."

"I love you more," you replied, bringing him closer and pressing his head against your chest as you held him in your arms. The two of you stayed like that all night, crying together until you drifted off to sleep.

#btsqualityy drabbles 2 #drabble day 3

[karmas-chameleon]

Chapter 9 is done! Not gonna post the whole thing here, it's on Ao3 if anyone wants it, but here's the best part

My gaze fell to the ground along with some unnameable feeling in the pit of my stomach. Somehow, I hadn't been able to explain myself. He still didn't understand. My words, or my mind, weren't enough to express what I wanted to, and that was all it took to break the dam blocking off my swelling emotions, after I'd brushed aside every little crack that tried to warn me. I felt my body start to move against my will, my lips trembling and my eyes tearing up. The opportunity to talk my way through my experience was pulled from me as I sniffled loudly - no longer the functioning adult I'd worked so hard to put together, but the pathetic child that I feared would be seen.

I felt an arm wrap around me, heard something hit the pavement, and another arm pulled me close. Not an hour ago, in nearly the same position, I was incapable of speech. After a date full of overwhelming emotions, I could only sob.

“It's alright,” Manfred said softly. “It's alright.”

He held me tight, rocking gently, shushing me, and whispering comfort. I could understand his words, up to a point, and when his voice changed to a sing-song cadence, I realized he'd stopped speaking English. Still my tears flowed, and my breath hitched in my throat as I tried in vain to control myself, weeping and sniffling beneath the words of a German lullaby.

My tears eventually had to run out, though it felt like they'd keep going forever. And whatever dripped from my nose eventually stopped coming out as well, but it seemed my body might actually have a limitless supply of that. It covered my nostrils, then lips, then chin, and I didn't want to look at where it fell next. On any other day, getting snot on Manfred's clothing would've been the worst of my worries. But I had far bigger problems to take on.

I sat up straight, pulling away but still staring down at the ground. I saw a handkerchief enter the corner of my vision, and took it. An attempt was made to clean up my face, though I knew from experience that just wiping my nose did very little. I'd seen this same face in mirrors before, at school, at home, at my old job. The bloodshot eyes, the red, swollen skin - it was a face I wished for nobody to witness, not even me, and especially not others.

“I'm…sorry,” I whispered. My voice came out thin and trembling, and far less confident than I'd hoped. It was almost enough to make me start crying again.

“There's no need to apologize.” Manfred lay his hand over mine, squeezing gently as I held onto his snot-filled handkerchief. “There never was.”

“I-it's just-” I sniffled, “a lot. Everything is.”

“Hmm?”

“When…whenever I touch you, it's- it makes me feel a lot of…stuff. And when we talk, and when I look at you, and everything- and it's just,” I wiped at my eyes, “...too much, sometimes.”

“You’re overwhelmed. Overstimulated.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Is there anything you need? If there's any way I can help, I will.”

“I just need…time, I think.” I slumped against Manfred's shoulder and closed my eyes, finally capable of taking a deep breath.

I focused on the sounds around me. The birds chirping in the trees and the wind whistling through the branches calmed me, while the sound of nearby human activity made me worry about just how many people may have passed by in the middle of my meltdown. And it still wasn't over, not quite. I could feel myself cooling off, but I wouldn't be back to normal until I got to my apartment, turned off all the lights, and took a long nap. Even then, ‘normal’ would still be painfully relative - my normal, but not the normal. Such a quality was out of my reach.

“I'm glad you told me,” Manfred said quietly, “even if you may not feel the same way. I realize it must've taken a good deal of courage.”

I nodded wordlessly into his shoulder.

“And it reminds me how I should treat you.”

My heart sank. This was the beginning - the pity, the babying, the ‘you poor thing’ looks that I'd dreaded.

“With politesse, and chivalry, as a gentleman ought to. Taking things slowly, and always requesting permission rather than assuming. And no more messing around trying to fluster you, as amusing as it may be.” 

I felt him squeeze my hand again, and sighed with relief. “Thank you…Manfred.”

“Of course, Miss Martin.”

#Manfred von karma having dad instincts when he sees my s/i crying is everything to me lmao

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

alphabet boy

SYNOPSIS: You should feel extremely lucky that the handsome and intelligent Armin Arlert is your tutor...even when he's a little mean to you. Because that's your fault, isn't it? He wouldn't have to be mean if you weren't so damn stupid.

PAIRING: Armin x FEM!Reader

DEDICATED TO: armin fuckers. non armin fuckers, i hope i can convert you.

TW: dubcon touching, manipulative behavior, gaslighting, academia shaming,

WC: 1.8k

“Maybe you’re not cut out for this class.”

He said it so casually, a comment spoken between the flip of textbook pages. You couldn’t shake off the undeniable hurt.

“I-Uhm, uh, yeah I have to study a lot...but I like this class. It was a pain to get off the waitlist.” You keep your voice optimistic and light, hoping to mask the offense taken.

You don’t know why Armin would say that, but maybe he was just being logical...he’s seen you struggle, of course, he’d think the class was too hard for you.

The blond sighs, closing his novel that he brought with him while he waited for you to finish your practice problems.

“You can barely keep up with the weekly homework assignments. You didn’t even hand in your assignment last week, right? Better drop out now before the add and drop deadline.” His voice is soft and cold at the same time. It’s unnerving.

You tuck your hair behind your ears, eyes set low, too ashamed to meet your tutor’s. Armin had been your tutor for the past few weeks now, and you thought it was going pretty well. He was so so smart that you couldn’t help but be a little starstruck. He was handsome too, short-cropped blond hair, wide blue eyes, with a wardrobe that was composed of slacks and sweaters.

Usually, he was always overly polite and charming. You could make countless mistakes and his patience was endless. He had some off-days where he was a little withdrawn and quiet. You never held it against him though, knowing he had no obligation to make idle chatter. But sometimes, you could feel his chilly gaze watching you even though he had a book propped open.

“I emailed the professor, he was really chill about it. Last week was really rough for me, you know? I wasn’t feeling well and...”

“You know excuses don’t fly in the real world right? You’re in college now. Professor Ackerman was just being courteous. He probably thinks you’re lazy.” Even though you try not to look at him, you can feel Armin’s azure blues burn holes into you. There was this quiet intensity about him that made you worry about when the restraints would come off.

Armin can’t help but let condescension drip over his words. Any self-respecting person would defend themselves, but not you. Not when you’re already broken by your own insecurities that make it that much easier for him to trample on.

He can already see pearly-sheened tears leaking from the corner of your hopeless eyes. How cute. You part your pretty little mouth to say something, but no words come out. You close your mouth soon enough, looking every bit like a dumb little airhead.

So he continues: “You know your classmates learned all the first few chapters from high school right? You’re the only one starting fresh.” He moves closer, elbows inching closer to infiltrate your little personal-space bubble, knees knocking into yours under the desk.

More tears form under your lower lashes, and Armin mentally counts the crystal droplets. You’re recoiling into yourself like a shrinking violet which only encourages Armin to go just a little farther.

“You don’t even have your major picked out yet. This is a core class for your classmates, you know. You’re wasting your-no, everyone’s time.”

Not wanting to cry in front of your tutor, you rub your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket, fully aware of how utterly pathetic you look right now.

In a small voice, you manage to utter, “I have a right...to be in this class. Even though I’m slow now, I think with some decent amount of studying...I’ll catch up. Even if I’m not-” you take a deep breath, “as quick as my classmates, I still really enjoy what I learn. And..and...I think at the end of the day, that’s what really matters!”

Armin scoffs, “Do you really like the class or are you staying for Ackerman? God knows how many fangirls he’s had to put up with.”

Even as he spoke those words, Armin knew it wasn’t entirely true. You admired the man zealously and had read all of his published papers. Honestly, your admiration had always annoyed him.

You wince at the insinuation but you could feel the anger simmering in your gut, “You have no right to imply that! Wh-why-” Your voice breaks, “are you being so mean?”

Armin thinks you’re so cute, the way you jut out your bottom lip. So cute and pathetic. The corners of his lips quirk upwards. It’s almost endearing how you say “mean” like it’s the worst thing a person can be.

“Am I being mean or am I being realistic?” The blond coos, “I’m your tutor, right? I know the best for you.”

He takes your silence as an invitation to goad you harder: “You’re only upset because I’m telling you what you don’t want to hear.”

You don’t notice the proximity until Armin lays his hand over yours, squeezing the soft flesh of your palms. His voice is gentle as he reassures you: “Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

He made you cry, but you don’t have it in you to pull away from the only semblance of comfort given to you. His chair scrapes the floor as he sets it right beside yours, wrapping an arm around you, encouraging you to lean your head against his shoulder.

It’s a little sad but this is probably the most physical contact you’ve gotten in a while. You’re an utter mess, and on top of all that, touch-starved.

You’re still sniffling like a crybaby, trying to sort your own emotions out. You take a few deep breaths and force yourself to face the facts:

You’re behind.

The class is too much work for you.

Armin’s right, you’re upset because he’s telling you what you don’t want to hear.

“D-do you really think I should drop the class?” Your voice is so defeated, a pinch louder than a whisper.

His long fingers play with the ends of your hair, “I know this class is really important to you and we both want you to do well...so why don’t we increase our tutoring sessions? Maybe we should meet three times a week.”

He smiles at you, and it looks so genuine. You’re immensely grateful, you are, but confusion washes over you, “Wow, Uh, that’ll be great actually but um, uni tutoring services is once a week...so-”

Armin dismisses your concerns with a gentle wave of his hands, “Don’t worry, It’ll be off the books. Think of this as private tutoring. Of course, we’ll have to start meeting in my room from now on.”

While he doesn’t elaborate on why you have to meet in his dorm, you assume Armin has a good reason and it probably involves university-sanctioned student-tutor guidelines.

You’re stammering out thank-you’s, still trying to rub the tears out of your eyes until you feel a soft handkerchief wiping them away.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” He reassures, “Don’t use your sleeve. It’s too rough for your pretty face.”

You blush under his words, wide eyes locked into his oceanic blues, “I d-don’t know if I’ll be able to compensate you f-for the private tutoring.”

His eyebrows crease as he gives you a smile full of pearly teeth, “You don’t have to worry about that for now.” His hands graze over your knuckles, “We’ll figure something out.”

“Thank you Armin.” You say it so sincerely, trying to muster the biggest smile you can after the blond essentially trampled over your self-esteem to only nurse it back with sweet promises.

“Well, we better finish today’s work then.” He responds calmly, not bothering to detangle himself from you. You can feel his body heat radiating onto you, and how his hand moved to casually rest on your thigh. But that’s normal right? If you think about it, Armin was not exactly adverse to touch. During your past tutoring sessions, his hand would always be on the small of your back or shoulders.

“Hey, you’re not getting distracted again, are you?” His voice is playful like he isn’t sliding his hand up and down the span of skin between your skirt and tights. When you don't respond, he pinches your inner thigh, eliciting a startled gasp from you.

"Focus." It's a demand so it must be followed.

Embarrassed, you nod your head and return your focus to the problem sets even though your hands are shaky as you grip the ballpoint pen.

You don’t notice how the blond’s eyes gleam under the fluorescent lighting at your easy compliance. He’s always liked obedient girls.

Your thighs are growing warmer, and it doesn’t help to have Armin peering over you. Still, you try your best to lull yourself to focus until a ringtone breaks your concentration.

Armin breaks away from you to find his phone and you find your body subconsciously missing the warmth. He lightly curses under his breath once he sees the contact name, but answers nonetheless.

“Yeah...sorry babe. I forgot. I’ll be right over.” He sounds apologetic but he looks downright bored.

And like that, the call is over. He looks over at you with an apology falling from his lips, “Sorry about that. I forgot I had something to do today. We’ll end early.”

Your throat is dry as you ask, “Was that your girlfriend?” You regretted your words the moment they escaped. That was none of your business. It doesn’t matter if he was holding you earlier. He was doing so because you were bawling like a baby. But why did he touch your thighs?

That doesn’t have to mean anything, you rationalize. Besides, Armin would never make a move on you. He was a handsome senior with a perfect GPA and a powerful position in the student government. Stupid freshman girls like you are not worth the time he so generously gives out.

The blond smirks, seeming to notice your internal struggle, “Something like that. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure she won’t distract me from our future sessions.”

That was a puzzling comment. His girlfriend supposedly distracting from your study time wasn’t even a concern you held.

“No, no, that’s ok.” You quickly assure, “You’ve already helped me out so much.”

The blond pats the top of your head like you were a puppy, “I’d do anything for my cute little student.”

The way your face heats up with a dark blush should be criminal. All he did was pat your head, and you’re looking at him starry-eyed like he didn’t grope your thighs under the table. Honestly, all your cute little blubbering had gone straight to his cock. Annie would have to handle his big problem.

These private sessions are going to be fun.

part I ---- complete

#attack on titan fanfiction #armin arlet x reader #yandere armin arlert #armin arlet x you #armin arlert fanfic #slight dubcon #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting #tw crybaby reader'

[hotch-stufff]

Surprise, Surprise

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!reader

Warnings!: there are no warnings, im not telling you a single thing. It's a surprise. Just read and find out ;)

Also, as much as I love him, Jack does not exist in this story, wasn't really sure how to write him in.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry that I haven't written in a while, I have had no inspiration and my bf dumped me so... ya'know that was nice. Anyways, finally getting some inspo, hopefully I will be writing more. Hope you guys enjoy this one :) Also, the mood board is mine, but the images are all from pintrest.

Word count: 1.4 k words

This is an emotional roller coaster

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You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't move, or speak.

Your knees gave out as you fell to the floor, sobs racking your body.

You felt arms wrap around you, but it didn't help. You were suffocating. He was your air, and he had just been ripped from your lungs. 

He was gone, dead.

Your husband.

The love of your life.

Aaron Hotchner was dead

* * *

You don't remember anything after the doctor uttered those words. You don't remember Rossi picking you up and holding you. You don't remember the sad glances, the tears shed by your teammates. You don't remember the car ride to your now empty shared apartment. You don't remember lying down and sobbing into the pillow for hours.

No, you only remember the pain. The unbearable pain of loss.

He was gone. Really gone.

You cried and cried for hours on end. Until you had no tears left to shed. 

Then you just lied there, staring at the wall, gripping his favorite shirt in your arms, remembering every little moment with him.

And it hurt like hell just thinking of everything you did with him. The day you met. Your first kiss, your first date. The day he proposed. Your wedding. Every little thing. 

And you wouldn't be able to do anything else. You wouldn't have kids with him. You guys had just talked about having a baby just the other day. He wanted one so bad. 

You shouldn't have waited.

Because now, now he was gone.

* * *

The next few days were a blur. You found yourself with home-cooked meals overflowing your fridge. A team member at your house every night. But it was all a blur.

All meaningless without Aaron.

The funeral was coming up. You didn't make any arrangements, you asked Rossi if he could handle it and he quickly agreed. 

He had taken care of finding the casket, picking a place, and finding a burial site. Everything. 

The only thing you had asked for was a closed casket.

You couldn't handle looking at him.

* * *

On the day of the funeral, the girls all came over to help you get ready. 

"Alright y/n, do you have a dress?" Penny asked as she walked out of kitchen.

"In the closet." You croaked. Your voice being hoarse from the crying and lack of speaking for the past two weeks.

"Okay I'll grab that, and shoes. Jj is going to make you breakfast and Em is going to do your hair okay?" You gave her a sad smile and a small okay.

Penny quickly walked back your hallway as Em began pulling your hair back in a low ponytail. You felt the tears begin slipping down your face once again.

Jj saw as she walked back in the room with a bagel and coffee.

"Oh sweetheart." And the dam broke. They comforted you the best they could. But they couldn't even imagine what you were going through, because he was gone.

* * *

The funeral was a blur. It seemed like everything was these days. 

It was a beautiful service. You don't remember much. Lots of hugs and 'sorry for your loss's.

It had gone quickly, and soon you found yourself in Rossi's living room. Everyone but the team had left, you sat alone. The rest were in the kitchen cleaning up.

You didn't move from your spot, sipping your wine.

Everyone walked in, and found spots around you.

It was silent. Not a single word was spoken.

"I'm taking a leave of absence." You spoke.

6 pairs of eyes shot to you, but they couldn't say they were surprised.

"It's just too much. I'm not ready to come back." Your voice was quiet. Rossi was the first to say anything.

"Take all the time you need." 

* * *

And you did. You spent about 3 months in that apartment, alone and sad and heartbroken. 

But you realized that Aaron would never want you to live like this. And you really needed to be able to pay the bills.

So after those 3 months, you gave Rossi a call. He had become until chief since you had left, and he instantly accepted you back to the team.

You were slowly getting better. 

Each passing case a distraction. 

Each one fixing you just a bit more. 

Each one giving your life a purpose, a meaning again.

And you felt better. You stopped crying yourself to sleep. You stopped sitting in silence for hours on end. You stopped crying every time you thought about him.

But you still visited him every week. You still thought about him everyday. You still wore your wedding rings, refusing to take them off.

But you were better. 

* * *

A few more months went by and you started going out with the team again. You spent more time with them. Almost every weekend. And you were somewhat okay.

And it wasn't until about 8 months after his death did your world come to another crashing halt.

You had been called in to the BAU, not entirely sure why, but you came in none the less. 

You figured it was a case, but Jj hadn't specified on the phone, which was strange.

You had walked up to the conference room, and were surprised to see the whole team sitting there ready to go. 

"Hey guys, do we have a case?" You asked, but Jj sent you a sad look causing you to grow worried.

"Y/n, you should sit down for this." You had no idea what was going on. What on earth was happening. "Peter Raymond recently resurfaced, and was taken into custody this morning about an hour ago. He resisted arrest and pulled a gun on an officer. He was shot and killed." Your heart hammered in your chest. He was gone. The bastard who killed your husband was gone. Rossi stood walking towards Jj.

A pit grew in your stomach, there was more, something you didn't know.

"8 months ago I made a decision that greatly affected this team. Aaron Hotchner received substantial injuries from the wounds he endured, but his surgery was a success and he was airlifted to an unknown location. His identity was changed in order to keep him safe. But he is alive." 

You couldn't believe your ears. He was alive. Alive? 

Your eyes shot to the door and there he stood. 

Aaron Hotchner. 

You couldn't breathe. 

You couldn't move or speak. 

He was alive, you should be ecstatic.

But you only felt anger.

Your eyes shot to Rossi.

"How dare you." You whispered out, surprising the team. You weren't an angry person, you never yelled at your teammates. But you, you were seething. "How could you do that. You knew he was alive and yet you let me suffer. You watched as I cried day and night. You watched as I let myself go, as I lost myself." You shook your head in anger.

Aaron stepped forward reaching out for you, but you shook your head.

"Dont touch me. Don't fucking touch me." You felt the tears fall down your face. Again. "You left me. You're dead. You're gone. Y-you left." You were shaking and crying and once again Aaron reached out for you, but this time you let him.

He brought you into a crushing hug, holding you like you had begged to be held for months. 

He was here, really here. You could smell and feel and see him. He was really here.

"Y-you bastard. You left me." You whispered desperately as you cried into his shirt. 

The team was quick to disperse. They too were mad at Rossi, and they wanted to reunite with Hotch. But they left you be, at least for now.

Aaron pulled back slightly, looking down at you.

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry. I wish I didn't have to. But he would have killed you and then he would have killed me." He had tears running down his face as well now. But you were so angry at him.

You pushed him away.

"I could have gone with you Aaron. You could have gone into witsec. You didn't need to fake your fucking death Aaron!" You yelled at him. you couldn't even believe you were eating this conversation.

"Y/n please, I'm so sorry." You were mad yeah, but you were so overwhelmingly relieved that it overpowered your anger. "I missed you sweetheart." He whispered out and you broke just a little bit more.

"You bastard. Y-you stupid man." You pulled him back to you and slammed your lips together. "You stupid, stupid man." You gasped out between kisses. 

"I know, I'm so sorry. I love you." He stated after you pulled away.

"I-I love you too." You were sobbing at this point.. "Don't ever do that to me again." He nodded, leaning in to kiss you again.

And you kissed your husband.

Because he wasn't gone. 

He was right here.

And god did it feel amazing to have him back

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Thanks for reading! Requests are still open, so ask away! Currently I'm only taking requests from my prompt list, which is right here! School is starting up soon though, so i may not be writing very often, but i will definitely try! Anyways, if you would like to read more of my work, here is my masterlist.

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[thebadboyfanclub]

The Sun And Moon (Pete Davidson x Reader)

Heyyyyyy besties! So I'm back with another white boy of the month. I would like to warn you that this will be mentioning Pete's BPD and the reader will be mentioned as somebody that has had traumatic experiences however i am not mentioning what does that imply so don't worry about it. Other than that I hope you enjoy!

Being with Pete was almost a gift and a curse, you were so different yet so alike. The ultimate example of twinflames, the yin and yang. If someone had to describe what you two were like was that (y/n) was like the sun, a warm personality with kindness and such just overall this untouchable beauty from inside and out, also she adores to be under the sun, Pete sometimes found her as she laid on the floor next to her cat just so she can enjoy the warm rays, sometimes she would have her crystals (Pete called them "magic rocks") which Pete found so adorable, also as the weather got warmer she got happier.

Pete was the moon, a little bit more moody, mysterious, yet alluring, he intrigued anyone that was around him. Unlike (y/n) Pete was a night owl, he liked late night drives, staying up all night just smoking weed and watching movies, he liked the silence that the nightfall brought, he felt more at peace with the idea of relaxing and enjoying the darkness that others feared. Many times (y/n) woke up in the middle of the night and found him on her balcony, just sitting there and enjoying the view.

People around them brought up that comparison so much that they even got it as a couples tattoo, (y/n) got the sun behind her ear and Pete got the moon on his left middle finger cause he found it funny. However the curse was that they had to learn how to be around one another, yes they had similarities but they weren't quite the same situations.

Pete was a comedian, (y/n) was an author, both of them had to sometimes sit their ass down and think of something to write, but the circumstances were different. 

"Baby I'm here"

Pete said as he shut the door of (y/n)'s apartment, dropping his pair of keys on the bowl that she had conveniently placed on a piece of furniture right next to her front door. Pete waited for an answer while taking off his shoes, (y/n) liked structure and she was a very neat person, another thing Pete had to learn, he wasn't dirty but he was a tad bit of messy so when he was at her apartment (which basically had become his also) he was careful with how he did things.

Silence greeted him back, he sucked in his teeth as he realized exactly why this was happening. (Y/n) had mentioned that she was writing the second book of her fantasy novel and she was in a bit of a writer's block, she had so many fresh ideas however when it came to writing them down sometimes her mind just wouldn't co operate and she just couldn't get it down in a way that she found right. He left the take out food on the small coffee table and continued to walk towards her bedroom. 

There she was, slightly laying back on her leather chair with her laptop in front of her, just staring at her screen and occasionally pressing a few buttons. The door was somewhat open so he could take a good look at her, her hair was down, she was wearing some shorts and a t-shirt she had accidentally spilled bleach on so now it was a house shirt and no socks, she hated wearing socks. Pete knocked on the semi closed door to get her attention.

"Oh I didn't hear you come in"

"I figured, what are you doing here babe?"

"Regretting my decision on signing the contract for a second book"

She mumbled when Pete approached her and leaned down to press several kisses on her neck and cheeks. (Y/n) smiled and enjoyed the feeling of comfort he brought her before shaking her head and pulling away from him.

"I need to finish this chapter"

"What you need to do is eat, I'm pretty sure you skipped breakfast"

She knew he was right, that's why she didn't respond so she just kept on staring at her laptop screen, hoping that miraculously an idea will come to her head. She deeply appreciated his concern but she felt the pressure of her publicist that called everyday to ask about the book, today was one of the few days she chose to not pick up the phone. Pete once again was met with silence although that didn't stop him from placing his hands on her shoulders to give her a massage.

"Come on sunshine, you can take a break and clear your head"

"Pete I have to write thousands of pages in a short amount of time, it's not just fucking punchlines"

Pete's face made a sour expression at her jab. It did sting a little bit yet he tried to understand that she was just overwhelmed with the responsibility of delivering on time. He took a deep breath before patting her on the head and turning away from her.

"I'll be in the living room"

For some time she felt relieved that he left so she could refocus, however after a few moments when she started to see her reflection on the screen she started to realize what she had done which was awful. She felt so bad that she had to shut down the screen and close her laptop so she wouldn't look at herself, she spoke in such a disregarding manner that she felt disgusted. With tears already clouding her eyes she got up and found Pete watching TV, the take out in front of him and it didn't take long for her to notice that he had bought her favorite making her feel even worse. She stood in front of the TV and Pete looked in her eyes and smiled.

"I'm sorry"

Her voice breaks in the middle of the sentence. Pete's smiled dropped when he saw a year escaping and heard her whimpering voice, he immediately got up from the couch and went to hug her.

"Its okay sunshine"

"No it's not, I didn't mean it I swear"

"I know baby"

"I'm just so… stressed"

She said and let herself relax in his arms as she wrapped hers around his torso, feeling the warmth of his engulf her. His scent went to her nose making her feel safe in his arms as the tears stained his sweatshirt. Pete started rubbing her back to help her let out her emotions, he knew how emotional (y/n) was and he found it cute how she feels like cry no matter what the situation was, she had happy tears, angry tears, sad tears, she saw a dog tears, attending a wedding tears, he didn't mind it though on the contrary he liked that she was able to express her emotions with no fear.

"I understand baby, it did sting a bit though, you know how much I love my work"

"I know, I wasn't thinking when I said it which is wrong"

They had agreed that they wouldn't do the "it's ok" type of shit, they preferred to actually say when something either hurt them or bothered them so they can have clear boundaries with one another, it was one of the best decisions they could have ever made, it was one of the strongest foundations they had for their relationship. (Y/n) looked at him and Pete immediately went to wipe her tears, before pressing a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm sorry"

"I accept your apology. Are you feeling better now?"

"A little bit. Thank you for forgiving me and I will try to do my best to not repeat that behavior"

She responded, her voice now was more steady and clear.  Setting boundaries between them and being clear about the behavior that is acceptable was something they had established early in the relationship, Pete was diagnosed with BPD and (y/n) had trauma from past experiences so they had agreed to see a couple's therapist in order for them to move on with their relationship in a healthy manner, so things like "it's ok" or "you know I didn't mean it that way" were unacceptable, taking accountability for their actions and having the humility to apologize was their key to success.

Pete's smile reappeared and now gave her a kiss on her lips, making (y/n) get a bit of a shiver down her spine. Their kisses always felt so strong, like energy passing through one to the other, it was such a magical experience to them.

"Are we good?"

"Yes, now take a seat and I'll microwave your food"

"Wow, Gordon Ramsey would be so proud of you"

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[lavvs]

Seriously? { Rafe Cameron x Reader}

Summary; In which a game of spin the bottle at a party goes wrong.

Warning(s); Angst, angst, angst, mature language, kind of mature scenes idk?

Word Count; 1.2k

quick disclaimer this isn’t a gif this is part of an edit from tiktok @papayax03

Flashbacks in cursive

Rafe didn't know if it was the shit-ton of cocaine fucking with his mind right now, making him mad,

Maybe even the arguments he recently gets himself into with his father,

Or the fact that his girlfriend was about to kiss his best friend,

All he knew was that he had to get the hell out of this party.

The loud echo of the banging music behind you rings in your head as you sloppily run out, beer in hand, following your boyfriend. Unhumorously laughing,

"Rafe come on I wasn't actually going to kiss him!" You try and shout after him

It didn't take long for the rest of your group to come out the two big doors behind you.

"I have an idea," Sarah called out, observing the two boys do lines off the table.

You were all sat around a big coffee table. You, being placed on Rafe's lap before he decided to do lines with Topper, which Sarah was next to. Kelce was sat with his hand around some Touron girl- that he couldn't get his hands off. And two other Blond chicks that decided to join with the fun,

"Yeah? And what's that?" Kelce laughed, turning to the pretty blond,

"Oh you know.. we could all play spin-the-bottle," She smirked, facing you, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm down," you grinned against the top of the glass beer bottle, not noticing your waist was being firmly gripped by two strong hands, placing you back on your boyfriends lap.

Whilst everyone agreed and talked before playing, you zoned out as soft- yet needy kisses were planted on your neck.

You looked back at Rafe with doey eyes, begging for more- almost forgetting your friends- when he went back down hit your soft-spot, watching your eyes roll back but at the same time close.

"My good girl," He whispered huskily in your ear, nibbling your earlobe.

"Rafe-" You quietly whimper as you grab his cheek to make him face you. You look straight into his eyes as you go in for a kiss

When he kissed back- the kiss was possessive- to show you who's you are.

You didn't know when it happened but you felt a cold hand on your inner thigh- moving upwards, slowly-

"Get a room," Topper laughed "Come on we're starting the game."

You weren't going to lie, you were really drunk.. and high. Actually, you've never been this drunk at a party, because most of the time Rafe didn't let you have more than 4 drinks, but that wasn't the case right now,

You didn't know what to do.

You knew you would never cheat on Rafe. You loved him. He was the only one that knew things about you no one else knew. You trusted him with your life.. even though sometimes Rafe would take the anger out on you, but you knew he didn't mean it,

Still, it hurt sometimes,

"Rafe baby-" you slurred out as you got closer. The music fading out more and more, the alcohol slowly loosing it's affects, as you took in your surroundings.

Suddenly he stopped, turning around aggressively, looking straight at you, "No- No- you know what? I've had enough of this!" He said motioning his index finger between you and him,

The others were back at the front entrance, just staring at the scene that was evolving in front of them.

"What do you mean?" you questioned, raising your voice- walking closer to him,

"You were about to fucking kiss him Y/n!" He fumed, bringing his hand for it to entangle in his dark blonde hair for a second

When you’re arguing with each another it is as if you have forgotten who you are and what you are to one another.

That's the problem with Rafe going full "Angry,”. He smashes everything up. If he does that faster than he can rebuild, well, then you can figure out how all this will end, right?

“I’d never do that-“ you looked at him as if he was crazy- which he was. You didn’t like that he thought of you so lowly

“Well the problem is Y/n, you just fucking did, alright- I mean-“ you couldn’t take anymore of this, but little did you know what you were about to say was going to change your relationship for the next 24 hours.

“Are you kidding me, Rafe?” you scoffed, “Are you even listening to what you’re saying? What happened when one of those blond chicks was dared to kiss you the other night, huh?” you yelled back, more than fuming,

If looks could kill you’d definitely be dead by now,

“I mean come on, you didn’t even push her off when it was clear that she wanted more! For fucks sake Rafe! You even kissed her back!” your voice cracked a little,

Rafe scoffed, beyond angry, “Seriously? You know Y/n, i’m so sick of you not being able to come to fucking terms that i don’t give a shit about you. All you do is complain how no body gets you- and you know-“

he laughed unhumorously,

“I don’t give a shit about your problems. It’s suffocating how I have to deal with all the fucked up shit you drag me into. At the end of the day your just a good fuck.”

Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks, choking on your own sobs, “Rafe, you don’t mean that…” though you couldn’t tell if you were trying to convince yourself or him,

“Leave.” he said unemotionally. “I don’t love you Y/n, so you might aswell bother someone else who has time to deal with your emotional shit.”

You couldn’t find the strength to wipe away your tears. Your legs felt like they would collapse any second, but you knew you couldn’t fall in the middle of someone’s lawn. So you moved your feet, them now feeling 10x more heavier as you went to your car. Tears blurring your vision making it hard to see. You didn’t even bother to spare your friends a glance,

Just wanting to get the fuck away from this place.

Back next to the two doors the group stood there shocked. They knew you and Rafe argued a lot but it has never come to something like this. Sarah placed her hand over her hanging jaw tears daring to spill across her own face when she saw her best friend drive off in sorrow. They just all hoped none of you would make a stupid decision whilst in grief.

Your hands gripped the steering wheel as broken sobs escaped your mouth. You couldn’t believe it. Was that what Rafe really thought of you?

You brung one hand to wipe away the tears harshly. They were blocking your vision even more now. If Rafe was here he would argue with you how your not going to drive and he would through a mini tantrum until you let him drive,

You let out a small chuckle whilst still crying your eyes out. You turned around to look down at your phone in your passenger seat next to you.

It was bowing up with different kinds of messages, you went to go silence it when a long loud beep was made in front of you. Your eyes widened when you released what your current situation was-

Next thing you know- all you could see was darkness.

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[unprofessional-bard]

Don't Push It, Pt. 1

Unprofessional Bard's Masterlist

Part 2 (1/2)

Based on this request.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female!Reader

Warnings: Age gap (the reader is 26 and Joel is 53), a lot of teasing/sexual tension, implied romantic feelings.

Summary: It's been going on for years. They both know better than to act on their feelings, but patience starts running thin when a few boundaries are crossed.

Word Count: 5.280

Author's Note: Okay y'all so I am a whore for Joel with long hair and I unintentionally made this into a fix-it au where Joel is alive. Also, the reader is going to have some OC characteristics to fit the scenario better. Finally, this fic changes POV's a lot, so I'm gonna clear that up:

• ----R and below: The reader's POV.

• ----J and below: Joel's POV.

• ----B and below: Both POV's.

The fic starts off with Joel's POV.

Enjoy!

gif credits: nikolai-stavrogin

"Hey, Joel," Dina called over to the man sipping coffee on his porch.

"Mornin' Dina," He replied as his daughter's girlfriend walked over to him. Her baby bump had grown a little more and it never failed to put a smile on Joel's face.

"There's a little trouble with the patrol today," She said. "Jesse won't be able to make it to patrol with (Y/N)."

Shit.

"And they're askin' me to fill in?" He sat up a little.

"Yup, Maria told me to ask you if-"

"No problem, sure, I'll do it." He spoke nonchalantly, then asked if Jesse was alright. Dina told him she wasn't sure, that it must be something important for him to miss patrol, which made Joel nod: "You told (Y/N) too, or...?"

"No, but she's gonna be there regardless. I doubt that she knows."

"Alright, thanks Dina," Joel got up and she smiled in return before walking over to Ellie's place.

It was wrong. By the lord it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. You were fierce, confident, determined and disciplined; qualities he came to appreciate in time, but a bit differently only when it came to you. He shouldn't want you, an unknown source in his mind kept telling himself, but he did. He didn't know why, he never found himself being attracted to a woman your age, yet you had him under your spell. Oh the things you did to him...

Worst part was, he couldn't have you, whether he liked it or not. Nevermind the fact that you were too young for him, you probably didn't want him anyways- despite the crystal clear signals he got from you. It was just how you were, though: A little physical and perhaps a little flirty, but he could just be confusing that with your confidence.

Or he could be overthinking everything.

Joel readied his backpack, but realised there was still a little more than an hour before the rendez-vous, so he decided to head over to your place to tell you about the news to kill some time. After he made it there and knocked on your door while calling your name a couple of times, which were left unanswered, your neighbour curiously looked over the fences and called over to Joel: "She left a while ago... For the gym, I think."

"Thank you," Joel smiled politely and earned a wave from the lady in return. He took his time as he walked over to the gym. After he arrived, he looked around for awhile to spot where you were, but when he found it, the sight almost made him choke.

There you were, ankles crossed as you pulled yourself up and chin over the barfix with closed eyes, a frown and a clenched jaw. Sweat laced the sides of your face and Joel's eyes wandered lower: You were wearing a sports bra and matching shorts which hugged your frame tightly and the sun was shining directly onto your muscles, which the lord himself carved out and were also sweaty, but Joel didn't care - it made you look more attractive, if anything. You let out a huff and lowered yourself down, while he tried to collect himself. He didn't want to disturb you so he decided to wait until you finished...

...but you didn't seem to be finishing any time soon. He didn't want to look like a creep as he stood there and waited, so after you did another pull up and let yourself down, he cleared his throat.

----R

"(Y/N), here you are."

Had you not been already hanging, you definitely would've fell when you heard Joel's voice reach your ears. You opened your eyes to see him slowly approach you, his stupid thumb stuck in behind his stupid belt.

You hated it: You hated finding this man attractive and you hated your guts for occasionally flirting with him - him, who probably would never look at you the way you looked at him. He liked you, of course, he enjoyed your company but not the way you wanted him to. You hated that you had a crush on this man, who became even more gorgeous as he let his hair grow over the last few years, you also hated how he neatly parted it to the left.

Patrol with him was both a treat and a curse at the same time. You got to spend time with him, which made it a treat, but when you watched him- saw him in action, how aggressive he was, heat started to pool between your thighs. He was so rough and precise as he was smart; he always knew what to do under any circumstance, so you almost never worried when you went out with him. He made you feel safe, praised you and played with your heart when he responded to your flirting and nothing came out of it.

You hated it because your little "crush" on him was pathetic, for someone as confident as you. Sure, you teased and flirted with him, but one praise as simple as you did well today and you'd be melting on spot. You even tried to get with other people to distract yourself, to no avail. They weren't Joel.

None of them could ever be Joel.

"Good morning!" You said with a high pitched voice, reflecting your struggle to keep yourself up.

"To you too," He chuckled at your state and watched as you pulled yourself up slowly. "Hey, listen. Jesse ain't gonna make it to patrol today so I'm fillin' in for him."

----B

The way you faltered a little didn't escape him: "Why? Is he okay?"

"I dunno, but I'm sure he is. Something important must've come up," Joel informed you, not wanting to worry you as you seemed to care about him. A lot. Ugh.

"Tsk," You breathed out and closed your eyes to focus on keeping your head above the metal bar.

Joel then spoke again: "Yeah, I was just here to let ya know."

"Okay, well-" You exhaled audibly and suddenly let yourself go. The force of the action sent you flying a little and it almost made you bump into him: "Woah, oh, sorry-"

"Woah there," You both chuckled at the same time. Joel held you by your elbows to help you balance yourself and your heart rate picked up pace when you realised how close your face was to his chest a moment ago - the chest you wanted to get your hands on: How muscular was he? How many scars did he have there? How would it feel to run your fingers through the hair as you ro-

"Uhm, yeah, as I was saying," You snapped yourself back to reality and took a small step back, disappointed by the way his fingers let go of your arms: "I'm done here, just need to do a couple of stretches, then head back and take shower."

"Right. Well, I'll see you at the gate, then?"

"Uh, sure, yeah."

You didn't know what else to say other than stay. You wanted him near you and around you, you wanted to show off to him and you wanted his attention, so you had to think quick.

Joel didn't want to leave either, even though you were going to spend the whole day together. He still nodded and turned around to leave. It was then, when a brilliant idea crossed your mind: "Actually, Joel?" He turned around, gave you a soft look that made you want to run up to him and kiss all over his face. "Could you help me with my stretches?"

If he'd been drinking or eating anything, he most definitely would've choked: "Help you?"

"Yeah," You flashed a smile at him. "It's simple, you just gotta press me down and keep me in place." The widening of his eyes, puzzled face and his tense posture made you shy. "Eh- Normally, Jesse helped me with them."

True. Some stretches required someone to push your body to its limits - when you worked out alone, you stuck to simpler stretches, but right now, you needed a reason to have him by your side.

Joel was torn between leaving, like a responsible person who knew when to walk away would. He was responsible, yes, but his moral compass was thrown out of the window whenever you joined the picture. So far, he wanted to think he was handling his emotions well- by not acting on them and not talking about them.

Now, however, it was as if he was facing the last straw. He had a few boundaries left to cross, and this was one of them.

"Plus, I'm a bit tired to do them. Will you help me?"

Lies. All lies.

You'd been doing these stretches for long enough, even though you'd worked hard, you weren't tired at all. Joel thought this to be the case, so he tried to go around it: "You sure? I mean, how're you tired?"

"I've been training like hell this morning," You settled on the mat. "I don't wanna do these stretches, but I have to. I'm not in the mood to pull a muscle today."

That was good enough for him really: "'Kay," He sighed. "What do you need me to do?"

Your eyes glowed in excitement before you faced forward and explained: "Im gonna lean forward, like this-" You extended your legs forward and lowered yourself down. "All you gotta do is press on my back and stop me from moving away for a few seconds."

A few seconds which felt like five minutes, truth be told.

As soon as he touched your bare back, you sighed, then forced it into a hiss. He immediately retreated his hands, thinking he hurt you, pushing the ludicrous idea that you might have moaned away immediately.

His hands were big and a little cold comparing to your skin which was on fire after the workout, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't do that on purpose. You straightened up and looked at him with an innocent smile: "Your hands are cold."

Not cold enough to make you react like that, obviously.

Joel offered an awkward chuckle from the back of his throat: "You're gonna have to deal with it, missy."

And deal with it you did- barely. Christ, that was a bad idea, your worst one yet. To have his hands on your bare skin, pressing you down made your cheeks burn and mouth hang open as he kept you in place. You almost didn't hear him when he spoke, too busy trying to comprehend the size of his hands and how they'd feel around your throa-

"How many of these do you gotta do?"

"Uh, dunno," You blurted out. "Not too many."

Joel was partly glad, it felt so wrong yet it was just a simple act of help you could've asked from anyone. After 20 seconds of staying like that, you straightened. You went into a head-to-knee position and gave him an okay to press you down again.

You switched to the other leg after half a minute, but you were running out of ideas. There weren't any positions left that you could use his help with, so you played one last card to ruin him: "More."

"W-What?"

Good riddance.

"Press a little harder," You pretended to focus and tried your best not to smirk, knowing you had him where you wanted.

"Oh- hm," He cleared his throat and pressed a little more down on your back. If your plan hadn't backfired and made you almost moan through your teeth, everything was going accordingly.

Joel went to pull back, but stopped when you added: "It's been a while since I did these..."

Christ.

"That enough?" He slowly retreated his hands and stood up, watching you lean up where you sat.

"Yup, that'll be it," You smiled and blinked a couple of times. If Joel had known better, he would've thought you were making him do that, then being all cute on purpose-

It was going to be a long day.

----R

Patrol with the older Miller went as normally as it always was. Part one usually went like this: Meet up at the gate, get your rifles and horses, ride out, reach checkpoint one and sign your names. The road to checkpoint one didn't have any trouble, it usually never did. It was more quiet between you two than usual though. Had you gone too far?

"So, uh," You said once the two of you mounted your horses again. "You coming to the dance tonight?"

"What?" He snapped his head in your direction, looking clueless. "What dance?"

"Well, not a dance exactly but- you know what I mean?" You started riding. "The adults only event?"

He looked really distracted, a bit tense even: "Oh, right. You know those ain't my thing."

"I know," You nodded with a soft smile. "But I haven't seen you in any event ever since you decked Seth."

"Decked?" Joel chuckled bitterly at the memory.

"He deserved it, and more, that prick," You rolled your eyes, making him chortle.

"And nobody managed to shut up about it for the whole month," He sighed with a gorgeous yet tired smile on his face which you managed to see just in time. "So, no thanks. I'll pass."

"Aw, come on," You whined. "You can't avoid coming to these events forever. Please?"

He gave you a confused look, his smile slowly disappearing but not in a bad way: "Why?"

A good question. Oh, no reason, just wanna try and make a move on you, quite possibly jump your bones if it all goes well.

"I wanna make sure you haven't lost your ability to socialise." You offered.

"Really? Why, you're my momma now?"

"Ew, no," You both laughed. "Can't I be sure my friend is alive and well occasionally?"

----J

Friend.

A word that made Joel stop and think.

You saw him as a friend, huh? Two people, with clear sexual tension and an obvious age gap between them- Friends was an awkward description for him, but it was better than nothing.

He opened his mouth to reply, to insist that he was indeed alive and well, but you stopped him: "You know what I mean."

The conversation was making him a little distracted, he noticed, so he decided to keep his mouth shut until you reached checkpoint two. You didn't press him on, which was also a delight. That's another thing he liked about you: You knew your bounds- in patrol anyways. Or maybe it was because you got to know him well over the time, knew what he liked or not.

Part two went quieter too- infected and conversation wise. Not even a single runner was on sight as you swept through the small cabins and houses. Except for the occasional clear's and nothing here's, you didn't say anything else. Joel itched to talk to you, about anything to break the silence, but he was too lost in thought.

When you finally made it back to Jackson, you finally spoke up: "So? You coming?" He chuckled, mostly out of relief, then you added: "I found a new outfit, I wanna know what you think."

That caught Joel's attention. With a curious smile, after handing over your horses, he asked: "What outfit?"

"You'll see... If you come." You smirked, your close proximity making Joel's heart race.

"Don't get your hopes up," He sighed with a small grin and tucked his thumb behind his belt, the other one gripping the strap of his rifle.

"You're the worst," You punched his shoulder with mock upset, making him chortle and stumble a little to the right. "Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow then."

Joel remained quiet, then you walked away with a soft smile gracing your lips. The words sunk deeper than he would've liked, a sudden wave of guilt soaking his guts with regret, even though you didn't sound disappointed or upset. Lips pursed, he watched you hand your rifle to Peter and sign off, then leave; his steps coming to a halt as you did.

He just might check out what was up at the dance tonight, if he could successfully move himself out of his comfort zone in the following few hours.

----R

"Well well, look who it is," Tommy grinned when you approached the doors of the pub. The night had settled across the sky by the time you stepped outside your place. The sound of music and chatter of the people from inside filled your ears.

"Yours truly," You smirked. "It's crowded in there huh?"

"It sure is," Tommy said as he turned around to lead you inside. "Adults only events tend to attract more people, as y'can guess. Don't you look pretty today."

"Why thank you." You smiled playfully: "For no one, but myself, at that."

You lied through your teeth. You had dressed up in the silly hope that Joel would actually show up. You had been planning on it ever since you came across the item wrapped around your hips in an abandoned clothes shop a few weeks ago, and this event was the perfect excuse for you to wear it. For him.

"I ain't sayin' nothing!" Tommy raised his hands up in defense. "Figured that much, haven't seen anyone catch your interest in a long time."

Ha. Nice.

The atmosphere was lively and the air was warm, full of energy. Chatter and dancing went about the packs of people scattered across the space, but you couldn't see Joel, much to your disappointment - you weren't surprised though. What surprised you was Jesse suddenly showing up.

"Where's Ellie and Dina?" You asked after a while of teasing him about missing patrol.

"They decided to stay behind, I guess." He shrugged.

"What can I get y'all?" Tommy smiled, suddenly appearing behind the counter. Without waiting for an answer, he filled two glasses and pushed them towards you. You and Jesse looked at each other for a brief moment, before knocking it back at one go. "Woah there..."

A round of laughter later, you felt someone's presence behind you, then they tapped you on the shoulder: "Hey, (Y/N)!"

Much to your disappointment, once more, it was a boy named Mark. He was a year older than you, had no features whatsoever matching Joel's prettier ones and he took an obvious liking to you, which in truth you didn't appreciate, even though he wasn't weird about it or anything. You faked a smile and turned to him a little: "Hi."

"Good to see you," Sure. "How, uh, how are you?"

"Busy, actually," You pointed at the glass Tommy was refilling for you.

"Mind if I join?" He made himself comfortable on the stool next to you.

"Yeah. I do." Your smile never faded but your words were laced with poison.

He looked between you, Tommy and Jesse, mortified at your answer: "W- Heh, well, would you wanna dance later, then-?"

"No, I don't." You spoke calmly and turned to face Jesse again, only for him to move to tap you on the shoulder, which Tommy stopped from happening.

"Why don't you go home, huh?" He grabbed his wrist firmly, but not hard enough to leave a bruise of course. "The lack of oxygen in your brain's clearly stoppin' you from understandin' a word as simple as no."

You looked over at the younger Miller, a stern look on his face which seemed to make Mark piss himself. Suddenly, an even deeper voice was heard behind the boy: "I advise you to listen to him, son."

You turned completely in your seat to see Joel grabbing Mark by the shoulders, making him jump, then remove him from the seat carefully. Mark's legs were quick to oblige, making him walk towards the exit, but Joel held him in place: "A-ah, what do you say to the lady?"

"I'm s-sorry, (Y/N)," He nodded quickly. "I'll never disturb you again, I promise."

"Good boy," Joel patted him on the back, which sent him running to the door. Your cheeks were suddenly burning and you couldn't help but smile shyly.

"Tsk, what a jackass," Tommy nodded disapprovingly as Joel took the now empty space next to you.

"You decided to show then, huh?" You smirked at Joel.

"Yeah, figured you'd break someone's wrists and make 'em eat it," He chuckled, tipping his head at his brother in a greeting -God he looked so handsome, was that a new shirt?- before he continued: "Decided it'd be a shame to miss it."

You giggled and lightly pushed at his arm, almost immediately feeling the muscles underneath the rolled up sleeve of his blue shirt: "I'll take that as a I came because you asked and I listened for once." The exchange, obviously, didn't go unnoticed by his brother and Jesse, which made you sit upright suddenly: "Tommy was the one who was gonna break his wrist anyways..."

"Nobody gets to disturb anyone here, especially right in front of me," He said and slid a glass to his brother.

Jesse joined in: "I doubt it, but should he ever-"

"Aw, you guys are spoiling me," You grinned and waved your hand down, pressing the other onto your chest.

----J

You looked beautiful. You were wearing a plain, dark green, mid-thigh, flare skirt; which could pass as a miniskirt, but Joel was no fashion expert. You always did come up with the rarest clothing items (like your sports set that morning), so he wasn't surprised that you happened across the skirt. You also had a simple, white, v-neck t-shirt on- which all in all was the reason you left Joel speechless: You could be wearing something as simple as these, but you'd still look so damn pretty.

A few minutes later, after Jesse and Tommy disappeared in different directions and you were finally left alone, Joel spoke up: "Is this the-"

"What made you-" You gave each other a brief look before chuckling: "You go first."

"Ah, I was gonna ask if this was the outfit you wanted me to see," He said, briefly looking down to point at your skirt.

He watched you run a hand through your hair and bite your bottom lip before answering: "Yeah..." You got up and stuffed your hands in your pockets, which made Joel's heart sizzle. "What do you think?"

He gave you a genuine smile: "I think you look beautiful."

The shock on your face made Joel panick a little, but when you offered a shy little smile, he relaxed: "You- Really?"

He gave you a single, slow nod in acknowledgement, his smile grew bigger when you beamed at him and offered him a quiet thank you, then sat back. You were staring hard at your glass, clearly avoiding his gaze and he found it rather cute, but didn't comment on it.

He was looking forward to chat with you, after all, you were the reason why he showed up, but you were unfortunately dragged away by a couple of friends, Jesse included...

To dance.

An upbeat song he didn't recognise started playing, putting you and another boy, Mick, to action. Everyone backed away to give you two space, then started off with what seemed to be something you'd been practicing for a while. You mirrored each other's moves, it was similar to some folk dance he'd watched way before the outbreak, but it most definitely wasn't a folk dance. Your arms linked occasionally, hands on your hips as you crossed each other's legs with fast movements and other types of moves Joel couldn't name if he tried, but it was organised and fun to watch. It wasn't intimate, too, just a silly little dance as you called it minutes later when you finished and walked to the bar for a drink. You didn't stay long, though, just downed your drink, winked at him and went back to the stage where you and Mick (but mostly you) stole the show.

It went on for two more rounds, to the point your t-shirts were absolutely soaked and your legs couldn't take it anymore. Joel had a particularly hard time in his seat, watching your skirt float around your thighs made him feel embarrassed with himself. Tommy even went as far as to tease him about his constant squirming, but a glare from his older brother was enough to shut him up.

The last dance finished off with you in Mick's arms, leaning back in his hold and closing your eyes with laughter. Everyone clapped you both, which earned you a kiss on the cheek from Mick- which you returned. Joel's jaw clenched unintentionally, even though you and him didn't appear to be more than friends.

Stop. Stop it, you idiot.

He couldn't care less about these types of things, drama about who's dating who and whatnot, but when it came to you he naturally grew curious.

He watched you, eyelids struggling to keep themselves open as Jesse led you and helped you onto the stool, next to Joel once more. You huffed and giggled, eyes closed with sweat droplets on your forehead. He couldn't help it when his smile grew wider at your tipsy state.

What he didn't see coming was the sudden hand on his thigh and your back against his arm, letting your head drop onto his shoulder as you let out a brief laugh: "Never let me dance and drink at the same time again."

Joel didn't know what to say, he quickly looked around for Jesse only to find him already gone and a couple of people staring at the both of you. With a rush of panic, he responded: "I don't think I'm the one you should say that to, darlin'."

Your hand and the rest of your body immediately retreated when you jumped at his voice: "Joel?!" You looked a little embarrassed and he couldn't help but smirk. "Uh, where's Jesse?"

The question almost made him scrunch up his face, but he patiently waited until the end of the conversation, which was after you've walked away to find the boy in question and he was alone with his own thoughts... Jealousies...

"He dropped you off and went over there, I think." Joel nodded to the direction he thought Jesse went off to - he didn't see though, he was too busy focusing on you when your fingertips had brushed somewhere dangerously near his crotch.

"Huh," You stared around to find him, but Joel figured you were too intoxicated to actually see that far. "You need to stop wearing the same clothes."

He raised a brow at that: "You tell him that."

"Oh I will," You grinned mischievously and suddenly grabbed Joel's glass of whiskey from his hand, then downed it at one go before he could intervene.

"Hey!" He tried to grab the glass from you but you leaned back. "I think you've had enough for the night."

"Says who-?" You pouted and at the very same time, lost your balance, realising that you leaned a little too back. However, Joel caught you; one hand on your arm, the other on your waist and he pulled you back - he didn't know if you did it purposefully, but you practically fell into his body: "Oh! I'm sorry-" You laughed, not looking sorry at all. "Thanks, Joel," You purred, extending the 's' and the 'l' at the end of each word as you grabbed onto his biceps. "You saved me."

"Pfft," Joel couldn't help but let his hand linger on your waist as he made sure you stood in place. Your eyes met when you lifted your head from his chest - the meaning behind his hazel gaze and your own was similar and it lasted for what felt like a whole minute, while in reality it was no longer than a few seconds.

You finally let his arms go and he took it as his cue to remove his hand from your waist (which, for a moment, felt like it had been glued there): "So... You enjoying yourself, old man?"

Joel sighed through his nose, amused at how the alcohol in your system was slowing your speech, then went back to how he had been sitting before you came. Just when you asked, the smooth, familiar tune of Ain't No Sunshine started playing. After all the excitement, a slower music felt nice: "Sure. You?"

"Oh I sure am," You nodded and leaned back against the counter with something of a triumphant smile.

"I can tell," Joel replied, then without turning his head, side eyed you. His stare later on moved down to your skirt. "Why'd you get all dressed up for, really?"

"Huh?" You blinked, not processing if he was asking what you thought he was.

"I, uh- just never took you for the skirt type."

"Is that so?" You asked, eyes widening. "Well, just trying on a new outfit..." You looked down and bit your lower lip, making Joel's heart skip a beat. He mentally kicked himself for not leaving right then and there and continuing to talk to you: "There's actually another reason."

"Hm?"

"There's this guy," You turned towards him, placed your arm paralleled across his on the counter and leaned forward a little, pretending to look around. His fingertips scratched against the wooden surface of the counter at the mention of this guy in question. "I don't know his name, but maybe you do?"

He just raised a brow when you looked at him innocently: "He's a bit old, around this tall," Your hand went back and forth in the air as you tried to size the man's height in your mind. "Has pretty, long, graying hair with an also graying beard... A little scar on his nose," You looked at him and leaned in a little more, invading his personal space but not touching him, then pointed at the exact spot on your nose and it was then, Joel realised, that you were indeed describing himself. "He's wearing this blue shirt and, honestly, it would look better on him if he opened another button or two."

I know, I know

Hey I oughta leave young thing alone

But ain't no sunshine when she's gone

He wanted to counter, tease you back, lean down and taste your lips, then place a kiss or two on your neck and bite it softly just to hear you moan quietly into his ear- he also needed to get his shit together, as much as he wanted to do all of that.

He couldn't quite believe his self control when he leaned away from you, especially since the tip of your noses almost touched and he felt your hot breath on his lips. He cleared his throat and quickly looked around to see if anyone was looking- no one had seen the rather intimate interaction so he spoke: "I don't know who that is."

The disappointment on your features was like a knife twisting up in his guts. You blinked a couple of times, but didn't lean back: "S- Sure you do..."

"I don't," Joel insisted, his voice stern. "Maybe you should look for someone else."

Your disappointment turned into embarrassment and anger, making you frown and lean back: "Excuse me."

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

And this house just ain't no home

Anytime she goes away

And with that, you got up and stormed away, leaving Joel wanting, aching and ashamed.

Anytime she goes away

Anytime she goes away

Anytime she goes away

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You chewed on your lip as your eyes flicked downwards to check the watch on your wrist. The same hand with the watch lifted to brush your hair over your shoulder. It'd been a while since you were this nervous. You prided yourself on leading a fairly calm life. A guarded life, too, but calm. In all honesty, you worked hard to ensure you wouldn't get hurt again. That being the reasoning for your quiet lifestyle with no interruptions. Well, at least before meeting Park Jimin. A sigh pushed past your lips.

A customer walked up to the counter you stood behind. They laid down their clothes over the tabletop. You gave them a forced smile. Your eyes twitched down to check the time once again.

"All ready?"

The rest of your shift dragged on. Time seemed to be going slower than usual, but you blamed yourself. You had no right checking the time every ten seconds as if it was going to magically go faster. You weren't even able to relish in the relief that you felt once the time neared of your departure, because there he was. As early as ever with a pig tailed cutie clutching his plump fingers. Jimin was never a late person when it came to important matters. This time it most definitely was an important matter. He hurried towards you, a whole ten minutes early, with a smile.

"Hey, I'm so sorry we're early." Jimin breathed. He was surprised by the amount of comfort he felt finally being able to see you. You two had spent a whopping two weeks without seeing each other. Jimin had felt deprived of you, a feeling he knew all too well.

"Oh, don't worry about it! I'm sure my coworker won't mind if I slip out a couple minutes early." You responded. Your hands flattened down some shirts you were folding. Moving your gaze down to the little girl staring up at you, you waved at her. "Hello. I'm Yn." She gave you a face splitting grin.

"Hi! I'm Sunhee, but daddy calls me Sun and my best friend calls me Soulmate." Her little voice pulled at your heartstrings. She was most definitely Jimin's daughter. Something stirred in your stomach and you had to turn your head to blink the tears away. You saw your coworker walking by.

"Hey, Elaine?" She turned towards you. "Do you mind if I leave a little early?" Elaine snorted out a laugh.

"Go ahead. I will hold these whole 7 minutes against you next time, though." She teased. You shook your head and chuckled. Jimin hadn't looked away from you, wanting to memorize your face to keep in his head for a rainy day. You smiled at the Parks.

"Well, Sunhee, let's get going! What're we doing today?" You asked. Sunhee squealed, fully ready to let you know of the agenda. She took your hand in hers, making it so that she was squished between you two. Jimin glanced at you. A warm feeling overtook him to see the three of you together. He hoped he would be able to right the wrongs he's done to you. This happiness was something he was willing to fight for. This happiness you gave him.

"I have to ask, did you plan this for Sun or for you?" You giggled at the cheery face Jimin had. His smile dropped a little. He quickly composed himself and stood a little taller.

"What do you mean? Sun loves riding her bike! Look at that face!" He defensively pointed towards his daughter. It held the opposite emotions. Much of her face wasn't visible as her helmet was too big for her, but the tiny pout was poking out. You shook your head. Reaching down, you tugged the scarf Sunhee had on a little tighter to her body.

"Daddy, it's cold." She whined. It's true. The weather had taken a bit of a turn. Jimin wasn't anticipating it to rain. You three stood outside of Jimin's house; Fully ready to go bike riding.

"C'mon, baby, it'll be fun!" He tried to convince you two. You flinched as the rain started up again. You drug your lip in between your teeth.

"I don't know, Jimin. Maybe we should just stay in? Don't want anyone getting sick." You suggested. You hugged yourself tighter. Jimin frowned down at his bike. You breathed out a laugh. "We can go bike riding another day." You rested your hand on Jimin's elbow. His eyes lit up.

"Okay, okay. We can watch a movie inside then." Jimin entwined your fingers together after picking Sunhee up with his other arm. Thank god for the cold weather; Otherwise, the bright red that danced across your cheeks wouldn't have been easily explained. The little girl blinked at your clasped hands.

"Are you my Yumi?" Sunhee asked. Jimin's eyes widened two sizes their usual size. What? You tilted your head in confusion.

"Yumi?"

"Myungie has Yumi. Will you be my Yumi? Not really, you'll still be Yn and I'll still be Sunhee. You know?" Sunhee explained further. The same knot in your stomach tightened. Only this time, you couldn't tell if it was in fear or in love.

"Sun, why don't you go into your room and take off all your coats? We'll wait for you here." Jimin interjected. She ran off the second she was placed on the floor. Jimin quickly turned to you. You were taking your jacket off, very slowly, deep in thought. "Yn, I'm so sorry. She's been hanging out with Myung a lot and– well–"

"Can I ask where Sunhee's mom is?" You wondered out loud. Jimin was ringing his hands in nerves. Not because he didn't want you to know about Mira, but because, well, it's you. It was time, though. It was time to come clean.

"Sunhee's mom passed away." A hand flew to cover your mouth. Jimin paused. "Mira was in a car crash a bit after Sun turned two." Your tear filled eyes searched Jimin's. His were solemn, but there was something else. Jimin would always miss his Mira, but after two long years, he can finally say he has healed. He misses her, he loves her. Mira will always be apart of him, but Jimin has mended himself.

"Jimin, I had no idea."

"It's okay, really. We've worked hard to get here. To get to a place where Sunhee can finally ask for a mom without feeling bad, because she shouldn't. Mira would want her to have a mother figure." Jimin chuckled. He sat down, patting the spot on the couch next to him. "That's why she's asking for a Yumi. I think she sees Myung with her and, well, she wants it, too."

You swallowed thickly. There was no doubt in your mind that you loved Jimin. You truly did. You fell for him faster than you probably should've, but he made it so easy. Jimin was everything and more.

"Is that why you didn't tell me about her? Because I said I didn't want any kids?" You whispered. Jimin nodded with a sigh.

"Either way, it was wrong of me to do that. I understand if you never forgive me. But please don't think I'm using this as an excuse–"

"Jimin." You stopped him. He met your eyes. "I don't know if I can be what you want me to be for Sunhee." You choked out. Jimin quickly stood up. He walked to stand in front of you and held onto your shoulders.

"I'm not asking anything of you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Jimin implored. His deep brown eyes poured into yours. You couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I'm so sorry. Jimin, I can't be her mother. I just– I can't." You cried. Before he could stop you, you rushed out of his house. Jimin wanted to run after you, to stop you, to get an explanation. Before his feet took off after you, Sunhee's shrill call stopped him dead in his tracks. Jimin cursed. He stood in his spot for a moment longer, basking in his mixed emotions. And just like that, he was deprived of the one he loved all over again.

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