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enwoso · 1 day ago

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would you do one where lovie is sick and wants Leah and not Alessia which surprises her

SEEKING SOLACE | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

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alessia had always been fiercely protective of you, as her daughter as someone who had became a mum young she had, slowly, become accustomed to the late night fevers, the endless cuddles on the couch and the soft whispers of reassurance.

but nothing could have prepared her for your tiny voice broke the quiet hum of your home this evening.

it had started with a small cough that morning while your mummy was having the weekly coffee morning catch up with the arsenal girls before training begun, a small sniffle coming from you here and there.

but by the afternoon and you were back home you were a shivering bundle of blankets. your face flushed with the heat of the fever which was quickly forming.

alessia had done her best to comfort you, offering you a warm bath and a cosy evening on the couch. the evening wore on and it became clear that your fever was getting worse.

alessia was used to being the one who you turned to and relied on, the one who wiped away your tears when you were upset and somehow find a way to make everything better. but as you settled on the couch, cuddled into your mummy side as she drew patterns on your back.

alessia was taken by surprise when your small fingers grasped the edge of her sleeve as you whispered, "i want le"

your mummy froze, her heart skipping a beat. the blondes girlfriend, leah had been a steady and loving presence in your lives. and while you like leah just fine, you had always preferred the quiet comfort of your mummy's arms when you were unwell.

"lovie" your mummy began gently, stroking a hand through your hair, "mummy's here, leah won't be home for some time yet"

you just shook your head, your bright blue eyes wide and glassy from your fever, "no i, i want lele.. please?"

alessia's heart ached. she never expected this. leah as always had been nothing but patinet with you, but your request took alessia by surprise.

for the past couple of months leah had been a constant figure in your life alongside alessia. the blonde having spent a lot more days at your house as well as staying over a few night a week but leah hadnt officially moved in, just yet. so alessia could understand how and why you'd grown such an attachment to her.

but alessia assumed it was her who you would always want in times like these - your mum, the one who knew how to make things right.

but maybe in the past few weeks you had saw something in leah that alessia hadn't noticed. or maybe just maybe, it was the tenderness leah brought with her when she did show up. the way she spoke so softly and her gentleness.

without a word, alessia picked up her phone keeping you tight in her arms as she sent leah a quick text.

'love i'm sorry and i know your out with your family but lovie wants you here. she's not feeling well.'

not even a moment later, her phone buzzed with leah’s reply.

lele<3 'i'll be twenty minutes.'

true to her word leah arrived just a few minutes after the twenty minute mark and it was as though the air lightened. she was still wearing the clothes she'd worn for to go out for dinner in, alessia having to put to one side the thoughts on the outfit - although she'd no doubt let her thoughts known later on..

leah's presence seemed to infuse the room with a claming energy and you who'd been restless moments before and immediately quieten when leah knelt down beside you.

"hey little one," leah said softly, her voice so warm and familar, "how you feeling? i heard your not feeling too great."

you, still feverish and tired stretched out your small arms towards leah as she didnt hesitate to gather you into her embrace. alessia watched on in awe as leah settled down next to the blonde rubbing circles on your back.

it was the same tender care alessia had seen leah give her countless times but watching it directed towards you, her daughter, was something new. something beautiful.

"i'm so glad your here" alessia whispered her voice thick with emotion.

leah smiled, her eyes soft and filled with love, "you know im always here, for both of you"

you nestled into leah's arms as your eyes fluttered closed as you were comforted by the warmth and gentle touch. leah stretching her arm out so alessia could be closer to her as she rested her head on leah's shoulder, her heart full as they were wrapped in the quiet, steady rhythm of leah's care.

as the minutes passed, your breath started to slow down and your feverish flush loosened as leah held her, whispering soothing words. alessia sat watch as leah's hands traced patterns on your back. there was something in the way leah was holding you, the way she had seemed to melt into their little family which made alessia's chest tighten with gratitude.

she'd known leah for a while now, had fallen for her slowly, but moments like this - moments where leah was not just the love of her life but the heart of their home - made alessia love her more than she thought was ever possible.

you let out a content sigh as your little body relaxed into the calm of her embrcae. alessia kissed the top of your head before turning her gaze back to leah. as their eyes met and in the quiet of the room as a thousand unspoken words passes between them - words of love, of relief, of togetherness.

alessia's heart ached a little at the tenderness in leah's eyes. she could see the joy in them, the warmth of knowing she was part of something real, something beautiful.

"i'm sorry again for cutting your family dinner short-" alessia whispered as leah just shrugged it off as if it was nothing. "i- i didn't expect her to ask for you" alessia carried on her voice soft but filled with emotion.

she settled closer to leah, still resting her head on her shoulder. "she's always wanted me when she's sick. i thought.. well, i thought i'd be the one she needed."

leah's hand found alessia's, fingers intertwining. she gave a small squeeze. "maybe she knew you needed a little time to breathe. you're always the one who takes care of everything. maybe it was her way of letting you lean on me for a change."

alessia smiled softly, her eyes lingering on the way leah held you. it was a quiet tenderness, the kind which made alessia feel safe, cherished. she leaned in, pressing her lips gently to leah's cheek, the soft touch lingering longer than it should have.

"thank you," alessia whispered against her skin, her voice thick with gratitude. "for always being here. for showing up.. for us"

leah turned her head just slightly, enough for their lips to brush, the breifest kiss which sent a spark of warmth through alessia. "always." leah murmured, her thumb gently brushing over the back of alessia's hand. "for as long as you'll have me."

alessia's breath cuaght and she kissed leah again - this time, slow and deliberate as if trying to memorise the feeling of leah's lips. her fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her just that little bit closer. the kiss deepened, tender and full of love they shared. a love that had grown strong through every shared moment and evey challenge they had faced together.

when they finally pulled apart, both breathless. alessia rested her forehead against leah's her hand still in hers. you were asleep now, your little body nestled safetly between them, your face soft and peaceful as light snores fell from your lips.

"sometimes, i wonder how i got so lucky" alessia whispered, her heart full of something deeper than she could even express. "i've got you both."

leah smiled, her thumb gently stroking alessia's cheek. "we're the lucky ones love"

and in that quiet, intimate moment surrounded by the soft sound of your breathing, alessia knew this was exactly where she was meant to be. with you. with leah. building their family. step by step, moment by moment. full of love, warmth and everything she had ever dreamed of.

#alessia russo x reader #alessia russo #alessia russo x y/n #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson x you #woso blurbs #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso fanfics #woso #grumpy universe #grumpy universe asks #enwoso

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funnyjb · 1 day ago

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hiii, I hope you’re doing great, could i request aJoe x fem reader where reader has pots and its a bad day for her and Joe just got back from a bad day at training, and she doesn’t want to add more preoccupations to he’s plate, so she doesn’t tell him that she’s been struggling all day with dizziness and all of that until it gets serious and he’s all worried. Love you stories btw🩷🩷

Hi of course!! Thank you🩷

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Today was the worst. You felt dizzy and even nauseous. You didn’t sleep well last night which didn’t help at all.

You kept having to stop in the middle of the work day to sit down. Whether that be on the floor or in your office chair. You couldn’t focus. You almost spilled your coffee on your white pants this morning from the shaking of your hands.

You couldn’t wait to go home.

Joe also didn’t have the best day. He just got back from the Panthers game after the win on Sunday. He obviously was happy about the win but his hand kept bothering him from how many times he fell on it. The meetings he had were long. His physical therapy wasn’t the greatest thing today and all he wanted was you.

You got home before Joe. Dropped you things down and headed upstairs then the dizziness hit again. You sat on the bed and tried to breathe. You couldn’t take it anymore. You felt your heart start to beat faster. Then the anxiety kicked in.

“Babe?” - joe called from downstairs

No answer.

Joe saw your car so he knew you were home.

He headed into the bedroom.

“Y/n-”- Joe

He ran over to you.

“Hey, hey look at me.”- Joe squatted down to be at eye level

“Y/n, I’m right here. Breathe in and out with me.”- joe

Joe guided you. In and out. In and out.

“Good.”- Joe

You had tears running down your face. Your heart rate was going back to normal. You still felt shaky and a little dizzy.

“I’m..I’m ok.”- you

“You’re not, y/n. You still look a little bit nauseous and your hands are still shaking.”- Joe

“I said I’m fine.”- you got up

Joe quickly bolted up.

“You’re not, y/n! Please sit back down.I want to get you some water.”- Joe

“You don’t need to Joe, I’m…I’m ok. You’ve dealt with enough today.”- you

“Y/n, just let me help you, please!”- Joe

You stood there

“Ok, let’s get you something to eat and drink. Stay here.”- Joe

He lead you back to the bed.

“I’ll be back.”- Joe

He left.

After a couple minutes he came back. He was holding a plate of fruits and some water.

“Here, take this.”- joe

You were sitting on the edge of the bed. Knees tucked to your chest.

“Thank you.”- you

Joe sat next to you as you took the plate.

You took some bites from the strawberry’s and bananas.

Joe pulled a strand of hair away from your face.

“You don’t have to be afraid to let me in. I’m your boyfriend. Let me help you. I want to help you even on a really shitty day or on an amazing day. You don’t need to go through this alone.”- Joe

You looked at him.

You nod.

“Thank you. Truly.”- you gave a small smile

“I had the worst day today.”- you say picking up a grape

“I was so dizzy and tired. I couldn’t even focus. I just wanted to come home. I..I just hate this. I hate it.”- You

“I’m so sorry. I know it sucks. But we will figure out a plan. A plan to help. Ok?”- Joe

You nod.

Joe gives you a kiss on the head

“I love you.”- Joe

“I love you too.”- You

Joe then steals a strawberry.

“Hey!”- you

Joe laughs

“I just wanted to come home to you. I didn’t have a great day either.”- Joe

“Oh, I’m sorry. What happened?”- You

Joe goes on to tell you about his day. These are the moments you cherish. Even when he is telling you about how bad his day was and you feel horrible that he had such a day, but you feel grateful that you get to have these moments. The moments when you aren’t worried about getting dizzy or fatigued. The only thing that matters is being able to have these laughs with someone who you love more than anything. More than life itself. You’re grateful to have someone like him. Someone who gets you. Who sees you. Joe also loves you then anything or anyone in this universe. You feel like home to him. He hates seeing you like this. Hates it. He knows it sucks but he also knows that you are strong and brave to get through anything. He loves you and you love him.

…………………….

After a couple weeks Joe starts to get more worried. You start to have more bad days and sleepless nights.

You were on the couch taking a nap.

Joe was getting dinner ready for the both of you in the kitchen when his phone rang.

“Hey, mom.”- Joe whispered

“Hey, honey! Everything ok?”- Robin

Joe didn’t say anything for a second. Then a tear came down his cheek.

“I..hate seeing her like this. She’s not sleeping and is getting dizzy and fatigued. I just wish there were more ways I could help.”- Joe

“Aw, Joey. Having you by her side is all she needs. She is strong. Just keep an eye on her and see if you can check her heart rate on your phone through an app.”- Robin

“Yeah, that’s a good idea mom. Thank you.”- Joe

“Of course. I love you.”- Robin

“Love you too.”- Joe

He hangs up.

He brings over the plate of food to you.

He runs his hands through your hair to wake you up.

“Here baby. Have something to eat.”- Joe

You sat up.

“Thank you.”- You

“You’re welcome.”- Joe

Joe sits next to you

“Just eat up and then we can cuddle.”- Joe

You dig into your food while watching the office.

As the weeks go on you start to get into a routine. Managing your heart rate and what you eat. Joe gets to check your heart rate on his phone now. Which means getting a text every 20 minutes.

You ok?

How do you feel?

Drink some water.

Please go sit down baby

You liked the gesture. Knowing he’s taking care of you.

You know everything will be ok if you have Joe by your side.

#joe burrow #joey burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow bengals

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dazzling-raven · 3 days ago

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Little Foeslayer study! This is my first time ever writing something like this, so I hope it turned out all right ^^

Tw for blood and also death ig

Also spoilers for Winter Turning

Foeslayer shuddered as she felt the ice casing melt from her scales. She stumbled forward slightly, star speckled wings flaring slightly as she caught herself. She gave the IceWing queen a level stare as she took a staggering breath, folding her wings back. ‘You killed me, great. Do you feel better now?’ she thought, steeling her gaze. Diamond's face was twisted in a rage filled snarl, the dragoness lunging at the NightWing for the fortieth time.

‘Clearly…not’ the NightWing observed, bracing herself for the sharp, blood covered narwhal spear that pierced her heart. She gasped as pain shot through her veins, clenching her talons as she let out a breath. She began to slump forward forward as ice crept up her back legs, freezing her in place wherever it touched. She had felt this before. Forty times before. But it never got easier.

She caught herself on her forearms, giving the IceWing queen her best defiant glare as the ice encased her face.

When Foeslayer awoke again, she was surprised to find two IceWing dragons in front of her instead. They each held spears, but they were slack with surprise. She heaved herself upwards, eyebrows arched in surprise. “You are certainly not Queen Diamond.” The NightWing said, observing the two thoughtfully.

“It's you! The one who stole our Prince!” The one to her left snarled, snapping into action. She lunged at Foeslayer, who roared in surprise at the fresh pain that bloomed across her neck. The IceWing on the right, momentarily stunned into silence, righted himself and launched onto her back. She reared up, smashing him into the ice wall of the prison.

She choked on the blood that bubbled up in her throat as she staggered forward, lunging at the sharp eyed IceWing. The younger dragon ducked and rolled expertly out of the way, scraping her light blue talons against Foeslayer's side. The dragoness snarled, whirling around and catching the second IceWing by the throat. She slammed him down on the floor, grabbed his sharp, thin horn and wrenched his head up. His neck snapped with a sickening crack, and he slumped to the floor.

A deep, guttural growl came from the sharp eyed IceWing as she lunged, taking advantage of Foeslayer's distraction. She hefted the spear in her claws, pulled her arm back, and plunged the spear directly into the wound that had been made previously. The NightWing choked on a roar, talons poised in an attacking position as everything went cold and dark.

The ice crackled and snapped around her as she awoke the second time, her talons flinging forward in an arc that hit nothing. Her face was twisted in anger, sharp teeth barred. Her rage dissipated into confusion again as she saw two new dragons, both wielding spears. She blinked, glancing at the frozen dragon that lay next to her. Right. She'd killed him.

“You!” The dragon with light blue scales snarled, taking no time and lunging with his spear. Her gaze snapped forward again, preparing herself for battle once more. The other ice dragon with dark blue freckles splattering his scales worked in tandem with the light blue dragon, confusing and overwhelming the NightWing. She roared again as she was killed, the thought ‘what in the three moons is going on?’ barely able to form as she froze over again.

The cold that nipped at her scales barely bothered her as she came to again, and she wasn't even surprised to see two new visitors standing in battle ready positions. She was, however, startled to realize that there was another frozen dragon in the room with her. The pattern repeated itself yet again: they fight, she freezes over before she could get a full grasp on the situation.

This cycle continued many rounds, new ice dragons filling up her space as she awoke to do battle yet again. ‘How many more would Queen Diamond send? How many more IceWings would she have to kill?’

Eventually, it got to the point where dragons were surprised to see her. They had no idea who she was. She talked to them for brief moments, though they usually killed her once they realized she was The Darkstalker's mother. ‘Darkstalker. Her dragonet. Her son. What on pyrrhia had he done?’

Foeslayer had gone through these cycles enough to gather that this was her punishment. This was Diamond's way of getting back at her even after she was gone, ensuring that she would be trapped for eternity. Send two IceWings of the highest ranking and the lowest ranking, have one (or both) of them kill her, and the two dragons would try to kill each other once she was frozen again. Whoever survived got the prize: first place in the rankings.

It was clever. It was cunning. It was also massively annoying. Sometimes Foeslayer would manage to kill both dragons, and she'd try to figure out some way to escape. Simply walking out of the cave wouldn't work, as she would get pulled back by the shackles around her legs. She couldn't smash them, she couldn't melt them, and she couldn't pick the locks. She was well and truly stuck.

Foeslayer eventually just stopped trying. It was easier for her to simply let herself be killed than go through the effort of fighting again. Every moment she was left unfrozen hurt, and she could feel the hunger that prickled under her scales. Of course some dragons would always choose to fight her anyways, and she would let them. It was just… easier that way.

When she awoke one final time, she was startled to see an ice dragon standing in front of her. Just one. His name was Winter, one of the two brothers that had just fought her previously. The two of them talked. They talked about animus magic, and what she had done. They talked about Prince Arctic. She loved him, the real him. He loved her, too. They had run away together. It was all they wanted, to be together.

They hadn't meant to start a war.

Then, Winter spoke about freedom. It came with the chill of frost breath and a snap of metal. She was in disbelief. She was going to be free. She was free. As they exited the caves of the Diamond trial, Foeslayer looked up. The moons were big, bright, shining. Full of hope. She was free.

She was free.

"You killed me, great. You feel better now?" You ask as you slowly pull the sword out of your heart and lungs. It's not that it didn't hurt. But you became numb to it over the centuries. Now it's just... Tuesday.

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itzy-bitsy-spidey · 3 days ago

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"Pokemon collection (pt. 7)"

Or "something made a hole in my backyard pt.7"

Shadow The Hedgehog x reader (platonic)

Notes: Happy Valentine's day!! If you're feeling nice leave a comment, they are hugely appreciated!

Part 6

Fainting was a weird sensation. It´s like when you stood up really fast and you get dizzy, except instead of going away the dizzines just makes you fall to the ground and hit your head.

It was the waking up part that was higly confusing. Mainly because the first thing you saw was a yellow-orangey creature.

"AHHHHH" Yeah, probably the whole neighborhood heard you scream.

And then you heard multiple voices at the same time from which what you understod was: "Hey, there´s no need to scream" from what sounded like a child, "You´re not dead!" from an older child, "This one is weird, she is silent and then loud" that sounded like a grown ass adult. And there was also Ozzy barking.

"Okay everybody, move aside, give her some space" Now that voice you did recognize, that was your aunt Maddie.

Only when she sat next to you did you register that you were laying in the couch. How long had it been?

"Hey sweetie" She started as she gently laid her hand on your arm as though you were a scared animal that would run off at any moment. "I´m sorry this all came as a surprise to you, we didn´t mean to..."

"I´M BACK, WHO SCREAMED?" Tom interrupted her as he appeared out of nowhere, or maybe he had come from upstairs, you didn´t know, you were sooo confused.

"What happened? And why is there a blue hedghog here?"

"We were going to tell you, but then you showed up with Shadow and we didn´t want to..." Once again your aunt was interrupted.

"Hi! I´m Sonic! Your super awesome cousin you didn´t know you had" The hedgehog practically screamed on your face.

"I´m sorry, did you just say cousin?" You asked at him, but you didn´t even let him speak as you turned towards your uncle "Is this why you said kids? Are these... things..."

"Rude" Said, well, Sonic, you guessed.

"...Your kids? And you didn´t tell me?" You couldn´t quite tell if you were feeling offended or confused, there was a sort of thightness on your chest, as if you were hugely overlooking a very important detail.

"Why did you not tell me? And why are there so many of them? What, do you collect them like fucking pokemons or something?" Now you did know what you were feeling.

Angry, hot with anger. You could feel it in every vein on your body, your eyes couldn´t focus on anything, until you found a victim, still sitting right at your side.

"I asked you for help! I thought he was dying and you didn´t even think about telling me that you had seen others like him?!" you screamed at your aunt Maddie as you got up from the couch.

"I didn´t know what to do, he is dangerous!" She quipped right back.

"That´s not your call to make, I would have handled it if you had said something" that was probably one of the first times in your life you had disagreed with your aunt.

Shadow wasn´t dangerous. Sure, he was hurt and he didn´t really trust you, but that didn´t make him dangerous.

"HE TRIED TO KILL TOM!"

...

"What?"

Your voice had came out so low you weren´t sure the words had actually left your mouth at all.

"He did, that´s why he has a broken arm" Maddie explained as she grabbed your hands on hers.

"But he´s not bad..."

"He has the ability to be..." she stated as if it was an unmistakable truth.

"Maddie that´s enough, we talked about this" Finally Tom approached the two of you, he put his working arm in between you and stared sternly at his wife. Yet she kept looking at you in your eyes.

"But it doesn´t matter anymore, he´s gone" She tried to smile reassuringly.

"What?" Suddenly the hold on your hands felt restrictive "What do you mean? What did you do?!" you ripped your hands of of hers.

"I-I, nothing, I didn´t do nothing, he was gone when I went looking for you" She seemed shocked at your harsh reaction.

Dread filled your entire body, it had drenched you in an awful way, freezing you from head to toes. A sound left your lips, it wasn´t quite a word, more like a strained gasp.

And the you ran.

You didn´t hear your aunt calling for you as you left the house, or the little yellow fox asking "What is going on?", all you could be aware of was the blood pumping through your legs and your heart beating wildly in your chest. There was a ringing in your ears too, that damned type of ringing that appears when the world is too quiet.

The run to your house felt awfully longer than the walk you had taken that morning, and once you finally arrived your brain was working too fast, trying to focus on everything at once.

From afar the house had looked normal, but the door was open, the lock busted. Your heart had left your chest altogether and was then beating on your throat.

You walked in slowly, the speed you had taken on the run dead as you had stepped on the welcome mat. A voice came from the living room, so you went there first.

The wooden floor creaked with every step you took, and anticipation built in your chest. But there was no one there, only the TV on, broadcasting a Mexican novela.

With every second you gained speed as you ran all the way to the bedroom you were staying in, the one Shadow had taken as his own while he healed.

The bed was neatly done and everything was on place, except the window, which was wide open

"SHADOW! SHADOW WERE ARE YOU?!" you screamed through the window, looking for signs of him on the backyard.

Something warm dripped onto your hand, and, as you touched your face trying to figure out were the liquid had came from, you felt traces of tears painting your cheeks.

You kept calling out his name as you searched around the house, your voice growing weaker and more broken as you didn't find him.

Finally you reached the living room once again, and you collapsed on the couch. You tried to hold your hands together so that they wouldn't shake.

A creak sounded from the window behind you; you turned around.

There he was standing, looking straight at your eyes with his usual frown. He exchanged looks with you for a few seconds and when you finally moved he was too confused as to move.

You jumped over the couch and hugged him. The hard floor digged onto your knees and your body felt tired, but he was alright which was what mattered.

"Where where you?" You questioned him.

"A woman came by, I did what you told me, I hid". His frown looked almost concerned then, as if he was worried he had done something wrong.

"Yes, you did well" You laughed and broke the hug, choosing to keep your hands on his shoulders instead "Maybe a little too well".

"I'm..."

"The ultimate life form? Yeah, yeah, I know"

"No, I'm... Sorry, that I worried you" he stared at the ground.

You almost choked on a sob at his words.

"It's okay, I was just worried you were hurt, there's nothing to apologize for sweetie" you explained as you held his face in your hands.

What a twist your life had taken.

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alluramiura · 21 hours ago

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“𝒾𝓃 ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℴ 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓉ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊” ｜se-mi x reader

summary: you save se-mi during lights out.

word count: 1.6k words

warnings: lowercase intended, death description, 124 dies, se-mi lives, mentions of youngmi’s death (💔), reader is an implied foreigner

authors note: i was going to post something abt hyunju but i remembered how se-mi died and i got mad all over again. minsu you’re a fucking coward. enjoy.

you met se-mi after the first game, before six-legged pentathlon. you talked a few times, the first time being when you two agreed to team up. after the agreement, she proposed the idea to split up and search for more teammates.

a few minutes later, you found two players willing to join you; hyunju and youngmi. when you found her again, she had found four other players.

before you could say anything, one of the men behind her spoke up.

“who’s this, se-mi? the limit is five. we have all of our members.” he says, so quietly you almost can’t hear him. he was standing the closest to se-mi, and you notice his number is 125.

your eyes flicker to his for a second before flickering back to se-mi, who looks like she was about to give you an apology before another one of the men speaks, quite loudly.

“who’s this chick?” a man with purple hair—“thanos“— steps forward to address you directly.

“oooh, i see what’s happening. you want to join the amazing thanos’ team, huh? we are sadly out of room, señorita. but come to me next round, yeah?”

you stare at him blankly before turning back to se-mi. “it’s okay. i found a few people. you can stay with your group.”

she nods hesitantly, and you give her a faint smile before turning to return to the two players you found, who have now found two more players.

after the second game, you spoke again, a little before voting.

you opened up about your situation, how you were still relatively new to life in seoul, and how it’s been rougher than you imagined it would be, especially with the whole death game thing.

she sat and listened, nodding softly as you explained the last few months of your life to her.

she spoke about her situation a little as well. she didn’t say much, just that going back to her life was as good as staying here would be.

hearing that, you shouldn’t have felt as shocked, almost betrayed as you did when you saw her with the small “O” patched onto her jacket.

you knew you really had no right to be upset—everyone was here for a reason, some reasons being worse than the others, and her singular vote would have changed nothing regardless—but you couldn’t help but think of how the majority of players would choose money over fellow human life, her being one of them.

you try not to let her see how much the thought bothers you, but she seems to catch on almost immediately.

“are you upset that i chose to continue?” she asked, a bit suddenly, after noticing you’ve barely said anything and had been avoiding her gaze.

“…i’m not upset at you directly. i just…wanted to go home really bad.” you mutter softly, fidgeting with your necklace.

she hums in acknowledgement, and what seems like understanding.

“i wish i felt the same way.”

the next time you talk to her after that was during the third game.

mingle was probably the most stressful for you. you stayed with youngmi and the rest of your designated group for the most part.

that is, until youngmi died.

seeing her lifeless body covered in blood changed something within you.

when the farris wheel stopped spinning once more, you almost didn’t move. however, you suddenly felt the strong urge to make it out of here alive, if not for yourself, then for the friends, family you found here that might not make it along the way.

when you saw se-mi again, she was alone, looking around frantically for another person after the number two was called out.

you first noticed that she wasn’t with her team, but you pushed that thought away as you rushed towards her, grabbing her arm and sprinting to an empty room.

once you were in the room with the door shut, you pressed your back against the wall, catching your breath.

after a few seconds of silence and heavy breathing, se-mi speaks up, her voice hoarse and breathy.

“thank you.”

hearing that, you look up at her before nodding, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the wall.

“you’re welcome.”

when you left the room, you noticed she stayed near you and your group instead of with the people she was with before.

you didn’t mind.

the final time you talked to her before lights out was after the second vote.

when you saw she voted “X”, you were almost as shocked as you were seeing her vote the first time.

you didn’t ask what changed her mind, however. instead, you asked her what happened with her team.

“they…they’re assholes. i should’ve known from the start.” she mumbles, sighing softly.

you two spoke a little more, and you told her about your newfound motivation to make it out no matter what, after witnessing the death of your friend.

you shed a few tears thinking of youngmi. you didn’t know her for long, but like many other people you met here, you formed a bond you knew you’d never have with anyone else you’d ever meet.

se-mi gently put a hand on your shoulder as you cried silently, her expression grim.

you stayed with her for the remainder of the time before lights out.

now, as everyone’s killing one another and the scent of copper fills the air, you run around frantically looking for a place to hide.

you were climbing to the top of one of the bunk beds when you heard a familiar voice.

a shriek.

you look behind you, and a few feet away stood player 124, standing over se-mi with a bloodied fork in hand, looking like he was ready to attack.

that same feeling you got seeing youngmi die suddenly came back full force, and before you even realized it, you had hopped off the latter and began running towards the two.

as you approached, you locked eyes with se-mi as she struggled to fight him off.

suddenly, a glass bottle shatters, causing you to step back, and namgyu to pause his murderous actions, looking up to find the person who threw it.

while he’s distracted, you grab a shard of the glass and jab it into his his shoulder from behind.

namgyu lets out a pained cry as the glass pierces his shoulder. in an instant, he swivels around, backhanding you in the face.

you hit the ground pretty hard, feeling blood trickle down your nose. your vision was slightly blurred and you were disarrayed, your hand pressing against your temple where you initially hit the ground.

se-mi’s eyes widen, a strangled gasp leaving her lips as she watches you fall to the ground. adrenaline fuels her as she takes the opportunity to scramble to her feet, kicking namgyu in his side.

he doubles over slightly, but quickly recovers as he takes another step towards se-mi.

to her surprise, you get back on your feet, gripping the shard of glass so hard that blood runs down your wrist as you charge at namgyu again.

her heart racing, she joins fray in a flurry of limbs and desperation, punching and kicking wherever she could. namgyu was strong, however, and he managed to dodge all of your messily aimed attempts at stabbing him, his own adrenaline surging.

he suddenly grabs se-mi’s wrist forcefully, slamming her against the wall and raising his fork over his head, preparing to stab se-mi in the neck.

“no!” you shriek, balancing yourself and locking your blurry vision onto namgyu before charging at him a final time, stabbing him in the back harshly.

you don’t stop after the first stab, continuing to drill the glass into his back repeatedly, his blood splattering all over your shirt and skin.

he screams out in pain, staggering as his strength slowly leaves his body.

it’s only when he hits the ground, choking on his own blood as it pools around him when you realize what you’ve done, your hands shaking as you look down at the blood covering your hands.

you almost feel sick knowing it’s not just your own.

if someone told you a week ago that you’d become a murderer trying to protect yourself and your loved ones in a death game you’d blindly signed up for, you’d call a psychiatrist.

you drop the glass, trembling as you slowly look up at se-mi, tears beginning to stream down your face.

se-mi quickly runs over to you, her heart pounding in her chest. she grabs your face, holding it in her hands as she checks for any fatal injuries.

when she sees that you don’t have any major wounds, she pulls you into a tight hug.

you wrap your arms around se-mi as you bury your face into her neck, sobbing as the reality sinks in of what you’ve just done.

she kept her arms caged around you protectively, as she looks around to make sure no one else tries to attack you two.

“it’s okay. you’re okay. i got you.” she whispers, her own voice wavering as she rubs your back, attempting to comfort you for the second time that day, only under completely different circumstances.

“i-it all happened so fast…” you cry out, clinging onto se-mi like a lifeline. “h-he was trying to kill you, se-mi…i had to…i had to.”

“shhh…it’s alright. you saved me.” she murmurs, slowly guiding you to a nearby corner, hidden in the shadows from the chaos. she doesn’t once let you go, her eyes scanning the room for any immediate danger as the lights flicker.

after a while, she pulls back, gently tilting your head up so you could look at her. her thumb brushes away the tears streaming down your face, her touch tender.

"you're safe now. it's over."

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mrs-kmikaelson · 20 hours ago

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icarus

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x sunshine!reader Summary: Aaron thinks you're just about the most radiant person he's ever met. But then you fly too close to the sun, and all your light disappears. Warnings: grumpy x sunshine turned not sunshine, some references to the greek myth of icarus, religious imagery, graphic descriptions of violence, murder, brief allusion to suicide, heartbreak, complicated relationship, unhealthy coping mechanisms, cm timeline not canon, takes place in s6ish, extreme angst and no happy ending (yet) Words: 4.1K

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a/n: part 2?

You'd been in Hotch's office too many times to count, typically sitting on his couch. Oftentimes, you'd come in after hours, waiting for him to finish his work before you walked to the parking lot together. He'd scribble away at his desk while you rested your eyes, and then he'd walk over to you when he was done.

Now, you sat on the couch, the same as before. But this time, Hotch sat in front of you. You weren't resting your eyes and he wasn't working on any case. A file laid on his lap, nonetheless.

Your file.

You wanted to question that. Was it performative? What would he find in that file that he didn't already know about you? Did he want to make you sweat, make you tense up?

He didn't need a file for that.

Your eyes zeroed in on the tan folder, labelled with the FBI seal, and they stayed there until he spoke your name. "Y/N."

You looked up. Aaron's face betrayed no emotion. His expression wasn't warm, nor was it cold. It was just blank.

But, see, you could read Aaron Hotchner better than any file. And in his eyes, you saw traces of concern, hope, frustration, desperation, and all those other things he was hiding behind his unit chief persona. You wondered if he could see anything in your eyes right now.

You weren't really there. Not in that moment.

Your mind went back to your first time in that office.

"SSA Aaron Hotchner, it's a pleasure to meet you."

You gave him a remarkable smile. "Please, the pleasure's all mine. Agent Y/N Y/L/N." You had a firm handshake, he'd give you that. "It's— it's an honour to be here, sir."

David Rossi was your connection. He served with your father during the Vietnam War. Hotch thought that made him biased, but Rossi told him otherwise. She's the sun, he'd said. I guarantee, you'll never meet anyone as radiant as her.

Upon meeting you, Hotch could see that. He could see the beam in your smile and the light in your eyes. Maybe that should've deterred him from letting you on his team, but you were convincing.

Sitting opposite to you at his desk, he read from your file. "It says here you come from Crimes Against Children?"

"Yes, sir."

"You've held the highest number of cases solved within the unit for the past 2 years." He finally looked up at you, his lips twitching ever so slightly. "That's quite the accomplishment, agent."

He didn't seem like a man who gave out compliments very often, and so you had to fight the urge to smile like a lunatic. "Thank you, sir."

He didn't seem like a man who smiled much, either. And so, before he even said another word, you knew that you made it.

When the interview ended, you shook hands a second time, and he told you to pack a go-bag and be ready to come in for Monday. This time, you couldn't hide the smile.

"Welcome to the BAU."

Aaron's voice broke you from your reverie. "Please state your name and rank for the record."

Your eyes darted to the voice recorder on the coffee table before looking back up at him. You cleared your throat. "Supervisory Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N."

Aaron didn't waste any time. "Agent Y/L/N, in your time with CAC, you had the most cases solved within the unit," he stated. That was once a compliment to you.

It didn't feel that way anymore.

"Yes," you affirmed.

"You were there for 2 years."

"Yes."

Hotch paused. His next words weren't a statement. "How did that affect your mental wellbeing?"

Low blow. Very low blow. But you kept your composure, answering, "I was evaluated frequently as a member of the CAC. I was deemed fit to be in the field on each occasion." You bit your tongue to keep you from saying anything else. This is being recorded, you reminded yourself.

Hotch narrowed his eyes, almost imperceptibly.

Almost.

"And once you got to the BAU, there was no residual guilt?" He made eye contact with you, and perhaps now your eyes were communicating something.

That was lower.

But you supposed that Aaron knew exactly where to hit.

"It's okay if you have to take a break, you know."

You jumped at the sudden voice, putting a hand on your heart. You didn't hear anyone enter the stairwell.

An apologetic look crossed his face, but you were the one with an apology on your lips. "Sorry, I— I'll get back right now."

You attemped to walk past him, but his hand caught your shoulder. Your breath hitched. You didn't know why.

His eyes softened. They were normally hard, inpenetrable, but you were starting to realize that he looked at you differently. The team teased you for favouritism, and you denied it every time, but you could only lie to yourself so much.

"Y/N," he started, "if you think you have something to prove, you don't. You've already proven yourself." His voice was tender, not as though he was treating you like you were delicate, but like he wanted to be gentle. "You're allowed to take a minute."

You sighed. "But I shouldn't have to, Hotch." You looked away from him, trying to find the words to verbalize your thoughts. "I— I dealt with tougher cases than this in CAC. I should be able to handle it. It's not fair for me to break down when that boy is out there, all on his own."

A lump grew in the back of your throat. It wasn't fair. Nothing about this job was fair.

You weren't normally so quick to cry, but you'd been holding this in. Aaron could tell.

After cases, you were everyone's shoulder to cry on. Even he had confided in you multiple times when he probably shouldn't have. You were always there.

He wondered who was there for you.

"What you feel is valid. This is a hard case; it's normal to be a bit overwhelmed. You don't have to carry guilt over that."

A little laugh left you. "Hotch, how can you say that when everyone else is handling it just fine?"

His reply came quick. "They're not." You wanted to interject, but he continued, "Prentiss may seem fine, but beneath the surface, she's disgusted. Morgan is no different; he's angry, and that's manifesting into aggression. Reid is quieter today. Rossi is going to get a drink later. JJ has called Will 3 times since we got here, checking on Henry. And every time I see that boy's picture, I think of Jack, and I'm barely holding it together."

You swallowed at the admission, realizing his hand was still on your shoulder when he took it away. You missed the warmth.

"You're not alone, Y/N."

You believed him.

Your jaw tensed. "Guilt is inevitable. But I didn't have any more of it than the average agent."

Aaron didn't believe you. He wouldn't. He knew better.

But he was Hotch right now, and technically, Hotch wasn't meant to know anything about you. Hotch was conducting this interview, and his subordinate, Agent Y/L/N, sat across from him. Not his teammate or friend.

Certainly not the girl who fell in love with him.

You and Emily stood in the break room. She poured you a coffee as you talked about your weekends. She was just in the middle of telling you about her weekend to Atlantic City. Your laugh echoed throughout the room.

"Prentiss, next time you go gambling, take me with you! I promise I'm good."

"Somehow, I don't doubt that."

Your head turned to the new voice, seeing Hotch standing at the doorway. His lips quirked upward slightly, almost a smile. It was the most you'd get from him—you knew that.

A part of you was grateful for anything he was willing to give you.

You matched his smile with much more vigour. "You should try me sometime. I'd give you a run for your money, Hotchner," you teased.

If you didn't know any better, you might've thought his eyes softened right then and there. "Somehow, I don't doubt that, either," he said.

You nearly forgot Emily was even in the room, missing the look she sent you. You wouldn't have known how to respond to it, anyway. Sometimes, you almost thought Hotch was flirting with you—and maybe he was. But that was the furthest it'd ever go, the most he'd ever give you.

That part of you, the biggest part, was grateful for it.

And another part of you didn't see the problem with that.

As if he was coming to his senses, he cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest and informing you, "Round table in 5." Then he was walking away like nothing ever happened.

Maybe it didn't. Maybe you imagined it. Sometimes, you felt like pinching yourself.

But then from behind you, Emily chirped, "You know... he could've sent JJ to come tell us that."

You hummed, refusing to look at her.

Amusement flooded her voice. "It's... it's almost like... something just pulled him here."

"Okay, Emily."

You ignored her cackling, making an early trip to the round table as heat licked the tips of your ears.

Hotch's gaze didn't let up. You felt your face burn.

You knew he had a Rolodex of thoeries in his mind, a mental profile of who he thought you were. He once told you that he was a collector in his youth, and so you knew he had a collection of questions in his head.

He was striking out with this one. He moved on to the next.

"Would you say you've built close relationships with the members of this team?"

Your eyes travelled to the photo behind his desk, barely making out the image of you at a bar with the rest of the team, Aaron included. He stood next to you in that one. You were all smiling, even him.

You re-directed your attention back to him. "Yes, I have."

"You should smile more."

Aaron looked down at you, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. "What?"

Blinking, you repeated, "I said, you should smile more." A dopey grin arose on your face. "It suits you."

Aaron resisted the urge to laugh at your drunken antics. He was perfectly sober, having already anticipated that he'd have to someone's ride. "Okay, I think it's time we get you home." You didn't protest, nor did the smile on your face move. Sometimes, Hotch thought it was there permanently, like it was a fixed part of your character.

He grew to really like that smile.

Maybe more than like.

He said his goodbyes for the both of you, receiving teasing glances from the rest of the team and wiggly eyebrows from Morgan. You barely took notice of any of it, now enthralled by the laces on your shoes.

When he guided you up and you realized you were leaving, you waved haphazardly. "Bye guys!"

A chorus of goodbyes and laughter followed you out the door of the bar. Before you could even shiver, a coat was being draped over your shoulders. It took you a few seconds to figure out it was Aaron's.

Butterflies swarmed through your stomach.

Hotch was silent for a few seconds. It was like he was hesitating. But not for long.

"And would you say that those relationships are still the same now?"

You swallowed. Butterflies were in your stomach—and not the good kind. These butterflies ate away at your insides, making you want to vomit what little breakfast you'd eaten that morning. You felt sick.

Moths, you realized. Not butterflies at all.

You were a moth, too. Drawn to the flames of something bigger than you. Was that what Hotch was getting at? Was that why he was asking you all these pointless questions?

He knew the answers already. Why was he asking you?

You responded, anyway. "No." Even if he wasn't a profiler, it would've been impossible not to notice the way your voice tightened up.

He was getting somewhere now. He dug deeper. "Is that because of what happened in Glendale?"

No. No. No. No.

Yes.

He knew that. God, he knew that better than anyone. But still, you could question him and his credibility. That was an awful question, not because he already knew the answer but because it was so unspecified.

"A lot happened in Glendale," you said. A lot.

Everything.

"You look tired."

You rolled your eyes. "Thanks, Hotchner. That's just what a girl wants to hear." You flashed him a smile, anyway, like you were showing him that your annoyance was nothing more than playful.

You were still smiling, even in the midst of all this. Sometimes, Hotch thought you could smile enough for the two of you.

His hotel room was right beside yours. You were still getting your key out. Truthfully, he didn't know why he was just standing there, watching you.

In a way, it was like you were waiting for him, too. Despite having fished your room key out of your purse, you turned your body to fully face him. Something soft twinkled in your irises.

He wanted to say he saw stars in your eyes, but it was really just you.

You were the star.

If he took another step closer, you'd be able to feel his breath against your skin. But you knew he wouldn't. You wanted him to, but he wouldn't, not even if you asked him to. And you wouldn't ask him.

He was the unit chief; he valued that. He valued rules, and order, and protocol. You couldn't ask him to turn on that.

But you could do it yourself.

You took one step forward. He didn't step back.

"Y/N," he pleaded. It was meant to be a warning, but his voice was as light as a feather.

You didn't know what you were doing. Ever since you joined the BAU, you were sure of yourself, absolute. Hotch made you rethink things. He made you feel like you were a champion, on top of the world and so close to the sun.

Aaron was warm. That's all you ever wanted.

You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of his hand on your face. "Please," you whispered. "Please."

You weren't asking—you were begging. Begging him to see you. God, Hotch had been engulfed in darkness for so long. You were begging him to bask in the sunlight with you.

But he wouldn't.

Within seconds, the warmth was gone. "Goodnight, Y/N."

When you opened your eyes, he was already walking away, leaving you standing there with a key in your hand and your heart on your sleeve.

Hotch sighed, his forefinger going to his thumb. Tired. "I'm talking about that night, Y/N."

Your heart dropped.

You remembered that night. You remembered it well. But he wasn't talking about the part where he left you standing in an empty hallway.

He was talking about what came after.

Knocking sounded at your door, incessant and loud. You suppressed a groan, getting up and throwing the door open without checking the peep hole. Maybe that was stupid, considering you were working a serial killer case and all the victims looked like you, but you honestly would've preferred anything other than seeing Hotch standing on the other side of the threshold.

When you opened the door, his hand fell. Soon after, so did his face. You'd been crying. You suddenly wished you'd gotten the chance to splash water on your face before carelessly opening your door.

But Hotch collected himself in an instant, returning the stony exterior you were used to. "There's been an update in the case. We have the unsub's location," he told you.

Just like that, you stood straighter, composing yourself in record speed that could put your boss to shame. "Just let me put on my shoes." You hadn't even changed.

You put on your shoes, and then you and Hotch left without another word to each other.

In the elevator, you wiped away the last of your tears as he stared straight ahead.

You were glad he didn't mention it.

Tears built in your eyes, no matter how hard you tried to hold them back. Still, you held your resolve. "I don't want to talk about that night."

For the first time since this conversation started, Hotch's voice softened. "You have to, Y/N." He sounded like he pitied you.

You didn't want his pity. You didn't want his or anyone's anything. You just didn't want to talk about it.

"Alright, JJ, Prentiss, you take the side. Rossi and I will take the front. Morgan and Y/L/N take the back."

You saw a few confused eyes dart your way at his assignment, but you brushed them off. It wasn't the time to question why Hotch didn't pair you together, even though he always did, or why he'd address you with your last name when that name was practically foreign to his tongue.

Now wasn't the time.

Instead, you nodded, following his orders. That much hadn't changed.

At the back entrance, Morgan kicked down the door and then you made your way in, holding your flashlight above your gun.

Beyond the back lounging area, there were two hallways extending on both sides. Derek nodded to the right direction, and you nodded back at him, taking the left.

The rickety floorboards creaked under your weight. You shined your light on the walls. There was framed artwork, but no family pictures, just as you profiled. Everything was as you profiled. This was clean cut.

It was supposed to be simple.

But it wasn't.

Right as you turned the corner, you were slammed into the wall. Both your gun and your flashlight fell out of your hands, dropping to the floor.

You didn't get the chance to retaliate. The unsub grabbed you by your vest, throwing you against the other wall. Your back hit glass, shattering everywhere. You gasped, and then he was striking you to the ground.

Your arms flailed at the sides, trying to reach your gun, but it was no use. He climbed on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

It was so dark. But you could see his face so clearly. His teeth glinted in the light as he grinned at you. "You... are... beautiful."

You cried, mustering all your strength to get up. It wasn't enough. Not enough, not enough, not enough.

With a knife you hadn't seen before, he caressed your face. Cold, cold, cold. It was so cold.

Then the blade was off your face, and relief flooded through your veins. Until it was replaced by something worse. So much worse.

You didn't feel it right away, but when you did, your head shot up like this was all a bad dream you could just wake up from.

Except it wasn't. The feeling of his knife being plunged into your abdomen proved that.

It was gone, and then it just came right back. Again. And again.

You tried to scream, but no sound would come out. Your mouth warped around nothing.

The pain took you whole, wrapping its arms around your body and enveloping you in ice. You had never felt so much pain. God, was this what Hotch felt when the Reaper attacked him? Did he feel so heavy and so light at the same time?

More tears raced down your cheeks at the thought. It hurt so bad. You knew it would hurt, but you never thought it'd hurt this bad.

The unsub pulled the knife out of you yet again, dripping your own blood onto your face. You could see his eyes. They were lifeless. He smiled maniacally, raising his arms above his head. This was it, you thought. His face would be the last thing you saw.

He was gonna end it. Finally.

You nearly prayed for it.

You screwed your eyes shut, awaiting the blade to meet your skin one last time.

It never did.

A gunshot rang through the hallway. A heavy mass fell on top of you before it was shoved off. Somebody was calling your name. You couldn't decipher who it was.

They were shaking your shoulders. Something wet hit your face. Your eyes didn't open.

The pain was so strong. You were so tired. So, so tired.

You let yourself fall asleep.

"Y/N!"

"Y/N."

Hotch's concerned eyes were too much for you. You couldn't do this. You couldn't pretend to be here when you were still there.

You shot out of your chair, fervently shaking your head. "Turn the recorder off."

Hotch matched your stance, knitting his brows together. "Y/N—"

"Damnit, Hotch, turn it off!"

At your outburst, he narrowed his eyes, but he ultimately did as you said, pressing pause.

You ran your a hand through your hair. The room was spinning. Your head was spinning. Your vision got blurry.

He tried to reason, "We have to talk about this—"

"No!" you cut him off, pointing your finger at him. It wouldn't stop shaking. "No, we don't. We could leave it alone like I am asking you to— like I am begging you to."

His face softened, looking less like Hotch and more like Aaron. But you didn't want to see Aaron. Not now. "No, we can't—"

"Yes, we can!" you shouted. You were lucky the office was empty at this hour. You were lucky Hotch gave you the couresy of emptiness. Your eyes were wild as you stepped closer to him. "When Elle spiralled, nobody talked about it. When everyone found out about what happened to Derek, nobody talked about it. When Spencer was kidnapped and got hooked on drugs, nobody fucking talked about it. And you!" You pointed your finger back at him, now in his face. "When you were stabbed and Foyet murdered Haley in cold. blood. you came back here and you never talked about it!" Tears ran down your face in a waterfall, your lips quivering. "Why can't I do the same?"

Hurt was all over Aaron's face, but he didn't step back like you were expecting him to. Instead, he stepped forward. If this were before, he would've grasped onto your shoulders. His fingers could only flex at his sides.

"You're not the same, Y/N." Just like that night in the hallway, he was pleading with you. He was pleading to just let him help you.

A humourless laugh left you. "Of course, I'm not the same, Aaron. No one is."

How could he expect you to be the same? How could he expect you to come back and be the same person you were when that person was still lying in a house in Glendale? How could he expect you to be the same person when you could still feel that man's body on top of you? When you could still feel his knife cutting into your flesh?

"I'm trying to help you—"

"Well, you can't." You took your finger and pointed it at your chest. "It hurts here. Everything about me is shattered and broken into a thousand little pieces and you can't do anything to fix it."

He shook his head. "Don't say that."

"God, and you only make it worse." Maybe this was unfair of you, but it hurt so bad you couldn't see clearly.

He looked pained. "Please don't say that."

"But you do." You stepped forward, nearly closing the gap between you. "You hurt me, Aaron. Having this conversation is hurting me. Please— please just stop. "

"Y/N." He whispered your name like it was his last Hail Mary. Tears responded to his call.

You couldn't do this.

You pursed your lips together, stepping away from him altogether. "I can't be here anymore. I— I have to go."

He tried to reach after you, but he couldn't stop you from walking out the door. And as soon as you weren't in his sight, you were running. Running away from the same room you'd fallen asleep in time and time again. Running away from the man that occupied it. The same man who held your heart in his hands.

Hotch stood alone in his office, staring at the open door where you'd left. You took all the light with you.

You were a constant beacon in the darkness that surrounded your lives, brightening up the BAU day by day. That light was always there, even if it dimmed a bit. You chased it like a moth drawn to a flame. But now it'd been snuffed out.

You had flown too close to the sun.

And now your light was gone.

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inthelibrarybtw · 3 days ago

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you're gonna go far | three - golf & parties

SERIES MASTERLIST pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

summary: where Rafe who hates pogues has a soft spot for one, who couldn't care less about him, she's too independent and too focused on graduating college and making it out of the Cut to pay attention to him or where they say they don't like each other yet for a reason they are always at the same place at the same time, him making time for her and her never pushing him away but again they don't like each other. word count: 5.2k content: angst! alcohol consumption, cursing, fluff authors note: happy valentines! longest chapter so far and I don't think they are getting shorter. Anyways, thank you for everyone who has been reading, liking, reblogging and commenting. enjoy! <3

He couldn’t stand your cold demeanor towards him for one more second. He was aware he wasn’t your favorite person, but you were never cold to him. Bitchy and a pain in his ass sometimes? Yes, but never cold. You had this warm presence he always claimed to hate, but that was a complete lie. That’s one of the reasons he liked you so much; no matter where you were or what you did, you always made things better, not only for him but for everyone around you. That was also why he felt jealous of how you were with the Pogues, even though he would never admit it out loud. He wanted to be the reason you were smiling, which usually wasn’t how things went, and he was aware it was his fault.

During the next three days, Rafe avoided going to the Country Club on purpose because he wasn’t sure what was going to happen, and he’d rather not make things worse. He knew you hated him at the moment, so to avoid making things worse, he stayed home. He hated feeling that way; it was as if the thought of you was enough to make his brain short-circuit.

He groaned for what felt like the millionth time that day. Since three days ago, you had been stuck in his mind. He had been uncharacteristically distracted and quiet; his dad had asked him to pull himself together a couple of times during work meetings and he had barely interacted when he got together with his friends.

“Dude, what's wrong with you?” Topper asked, pausing the game they were playing.

“I’m fine,” he muttered, his tone indicating he was anything but fine.

“Right, sure, that’s why you have been moping for the past few days like a little boy who lost his mom at the supermarket, because you’re fine… sure.”

“Not moping, just a lot on my mind.”

“Like Pogue girl or wor—?” Topper didn’t finish his question before Rafe cut him off.

“Shut up,” he bites back.

“Oh! So it is her, huh? What’s her name again?” Rafe shoots him a glare, and Topper lifts his arms in surrender. “Okay, damn! My bad… why don’t we go to the club? A bit of golf might help.”

“Can’t, I have to help Sarah prepare things for the party.” Topper looks at him, not believing a word that came out of his mouth.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You never help her with anything; it’s her party, let her handle it.” Rafe sighs, annoyed. “Come on, man, to release some stress before the party.”

He stalled for a bit but sighed, giving in. “Fine… one round, that’s it.”

“Atta boy, I knew you would come through.”

No, he didn’t forget you worked there and that he might see you, but he was trying his best not to think about that. They made it to the Country Club; Topper had this mischievous gleam in his eyes. He would be lying if he said he didn’t plan this, all to see if you and Rafe could interact again. He had fun watching his friend stumble over his words, but he also knew Rafe was in a better mood every time he saw you, so at the end of the day, it was for the greater good if he saw you.

They made their way to their first hole. Topper didn’t miss how Rafe looked around, giving subtle, constant glances at the trail as they started playing golf. He was struggling to avoid thinking about you, secretly hoping you would show up in your cart, wearing that uniform that fit you like a glove, and… Topper pulls him out of his thoughts by telling him it’s his turn to hit.

—

After your break, you returned to the golf course, ready to continue your round. After a few minutes, you spotted two guys. You prepared mentally to greet them. Over the years, you had learned how to overcome your shyness, but some days, you felt your skin crawl whenever you had to address a club member. When you got closer, you noticed who they were and sighed. You parked the cart, and Topper’s face immediately changed as he gave Rafe a knowing smirk. Rafe turned around and saw you, straightening up as he noticed you stepping out of the cart.

"Do you ever go to other places?" You smiled but avoided Rafe’s gaze as best you could.

"Yes, but we just can’t stay away from here." Topper chuckled softly and then turned to see Rafe, who was unusually quiet. It was as if his tongue didn’t work.

"Will you buy something today, or will I have to beg for tips?" You asked, lifting a brow.

"We will buy something today, no need to worry," Topper said. He had been there the last few days, and to your surprise, he was nice, unlike other kooks. You had talked briefly with him a couple of times before and could see yourself being friendly with him, not just because your job required you to be nice to them.

"And we’ll make sure to tip you well too," Rafe said finally chiming in, making you turn to acknowledge him.

"Okay, good." Topper noticed how you weren’t smiling at Rafe, and as much as he enjoyed the tension, he was curious about what led to this. Rafe, on the other hand, couldn’t stop looking at you.

"So what’s the special today?" Topper spoke up.

"We don’t have specials," you smiled. "But the Bloody Mary has been a bit popular today. Here’s the menu if you want to see what else we have." You extended the menu to them, and Rafe took it from your hand, doing anything but looking at the menu.

"Yo Rafe, everything good?" Topper asked, noticing he was a bit distracted all this while trying not to laugh.

"Yes, I'm just… deciding what I want." You stood there, trying to mind your business, but you stole a few glances at Rafe. He seemed different today, or maybe you were just imagining things.

"Well, while he decides, I want a Bloody Mary and two shots," Topper requested nicely.

"Bloody Mary, simple or double?"

"Simple, don’t want to overdo it." You nodded.

"I’ll just have a beer," Rafe asked quietly, noticing the familiarity with which you and Topper talked, and he hated every second of it.

“Okay,” you said as you walked to prepare the Bloody Mary and took out the shots and the beer they had asked for. During this whole time, Rafe couldn’t keep his eyes off you, even if he tried his best not to make it obvious.

“Bloody Mary and shots,” you handed them to Topper, who grabbed them. “And the beer,” you gave it to Rafe, your fingers touching his slightly, sending a jolt through both your arms, but you ignored it.

“It’s $30 for the Bloody Mary and the shots.” You turned to Topper, who handed you a fifty-dollar bill.

“Keep the change,” Topper said, taking a sip. “Wow, this is good.”

“Thanks,” you smiled, putting the bill away. “The beer is $10.” Rafe handed you the bill quietly, his eyes meeting yours; he could swear you had the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen. You looked away and put the bill away. “No tip this time?” you asked, trying to see if he would bite back. He had been uncharacteristically quiet, and that didn’t sit right with you.

Rafe smirked. “Oh, you want one?”

“I did an amazing job giving you that beer. I think I deserve it.” A small smile you couldn’t control formed on your lips. Rafe looked over at you before he dared to speak again. He wanted to make a snarky comment to tease you, but nothing came to mind; he only managed a soft grunt.

“Yeah, you did a great job.” His voice was slightly strained, but Topper didn’t miss the opportunity to chime in.

“Come on, Rafe, give her a tip. It’s the least you can do; after all, she’s been an amazing waitress.” Rafe shot him a glare, not finding his comment amusing.

“I’m not a waitress,” you said, looking at them.

“Bev cart girl, excuse me.” Topper lifted one hand. “Either way, you’ve been great, and I think Rafe here agrees, right, man?” He nudged Rafe, who just huffed quietly.

“Yeah, you’ve been… great.” His voice was a bit gruff. He wanted to strangle Topper for making this all harder for him. “You deserve a… nice tip.”

“There you go,” Topper continued teasing him. “Don’t hold back.” Rafe grabbed his wallet, not without giving another look to Topper, wishing he wasn’t there. Now he didn’t want to look cheap, especially not in front of you. He grabbed a fifty-dollar bill and gave it to you. You widened your eyes.

“What?” Topper wanted to laugh at your reaction; your cold demeanor with him before was gone in an instant, and your eyes had softened. Rafe was a bit embarrassed, blushing, but it was barely noticeable thanks to the weather.

“Take it as a…” he paused for a second, looking for the right words. “A token of appreciation… for the good service today and on the other days.” He nodded, knowing what he said sounded very stupid.

“Uh… this is too much; it’s like five beers. It’s—” Before you could even finish, he shook his head.

“Take it. You deserve it.” But this time, the tone he uses makes you believe his words; he’s not playing, he’s not being an asshole. It was one of those moments where you could maybe see another side of him.

“Thank you.” You give him a small, honest smile, and he softens at the sight of it, his irritation fading slightly. He smiles back, feeling like his heart might leap out of his chest; it’s genuinely embarrassing for him to feel like this around you.

“No problem.” His voice comes out softer than usual, and you decide to ignore it, even if it’s noticeable.

“Well… I should be going.” Topper nods and takes another sip of his Bloody Mary. Rafe, on the other hand, isn’t happy about you having to leave.

“Wait,” he says, making you turn back to him. Even Topper, who was already walking back to his cart, turns to see what Rafe will do. “Uh… before you go,” he pauses to gather his thoughts, “I have a question.”

“Yeah, what is it?” you ask, a bit confused about where this is going.

“Do you work here every day?” He never breaks eye contact with you.

"I usually don’t work on weekends unless they ask me, and my shifts during the week can vary too."

“What’s the usual?”

“Uh… 7 to 3. Sometimes I do overtime, and some days I work just half a shift.”

“You do overtime today?”

“No, I get off at 3.” Rafe’s eyes light up at your answer, an idea forming in his mind already.

“Good. There’s a party at my house today at 7. Why don’t you come?”

“Oh…” you stutter. This is not how you thought this conversation was going to go. In general, you didn’t know how it was going to go, but this was definitely not it. “I—I don’t think I can make it, but thanks.” You see the way his face drops, and for a second, you feel bad. Then you remember who you are dealing with and shrug it off.

“Right…” he says, feeling very disappointed about it. You get back into the cart and drive away.

“Look at you, actually trying this time,” Topper says, patting Rafe’s back.

“Shut up.” Rafe’s soft demeanor is gone the second you’re not around.

“Oh, okay, I see how it is. Pogue princess disappears, and you’re grumpy again—okay, okay.”

“I will knock you out.” Rafe points a finger at Topper.

“Let’s not do that, or who else will be here to help you with her?”

“Help? I don’t need help.”

“From where I was standing, you do need help, or did I imagine her saying no?” Rafe glares at Topper, and he takes a sip of his beer. “Fine… I will shut up.”

—

After your shift is over, Sarah and Kie pick you up from the Country Club and go to Kie’s house to relax. Even though you were probably going to end up going out, it was Friday, so it was a given. Probably another Boneyard party, you thought.

You were lying on Kie’s bed, eating the snacks she had brought while Sarah was talking. You weren’t paying too much attention until she spoke directly to you.

“Earth to Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just tired. Golfers can sometimes be a bit too annoying,” you said, thinking about Rafe. Even though he hadn’t been annoying this time around, there weren’t many other words you would openly use to describe him.

“Well, you will forget about those golfers tonight,” she said a bit too happily.

“What do you mean?”

“She didn’t read the group chat,” Kie spoke up and then turned to look at you. “Sarah is having a party tonight at Tannyhill.” You felt your stomach drop; it was the same party Rafe had invited you to, and you had said no because you had plans. You opened your mouth to say something, but Sarah spoke before you could even get a word out.

“No, you can’t say no; it��s mandatory. It’s time for you to unwind!” She wiggled her arms as you stared at her.

“I’m tired, Sarah.” You looked at her and then at Kie, pleading for help. You didn’t want to see Rafe after saying you couldn’t go; it was a choice to see him outside your work hours—a choice you didn’t want to make.

“Sarah is right; you need to unwind. Come on,” Kie nudged you. “You can use my shower if you need to. We can go by your place if you want clothes, but you can use mine; they’ll fit you.” She pointed at her closet.

“You planned this, you evil people,” you pointed at them.

“Maybe, but if not, you were going to say no. And it’s at my house; what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Probably Rafe,” Kie said, almost like she had read your mind. You didn’t say anything.

“He's not going to be a problem; he’s going to be with his friends.”

“Oh yay, Topper and Kelce,” Kie says, rolling her eyes. “They are not the only friends he has, and Kelce is not invited.” At that, you perk up your ears; you want to ask why, but you busy yourself with your phone. “Oh, that’s new. Why?”

“I said the same. He mentioned something about a fight they had over something he said, but didn’t give me many details, and it’s not like I care… but enough about my brother and his friends. You get ready,” she said, grabbing your shoulders. “And you,” she pointed at Kie, “make sure she gets there,” she said while walking to the door. “See you, my beautiful princesses!”

As Sarah exits Kie’s room, you sigh. “Do I really need to go?”

“Look, I know you’re done seeing kooks every day, but we can ignore all of them today. Other people are going to the party, so it’s going to be fun. Now come on, let’s get dressed.”

“I do need to shower first.”

“Yeah, but first let’s see what you’re going to wear.” She opens her closet and starts taking things out.

“Hey! This is mine,” I say when I see one of my dresses.

“Well, look at that,” she jokes. “It’s a sign you need to wear that.”

“It’s a sign that you robbed my closet.” You grab the mini black dress; it was one of your favorites.

“Sue me, but this is your sign to use it and take it back to your house.”

You spend a few more minutes looking at the options she threw at your face, picking what she would wear. After finally deciding, she gives you a towel so you can shower and start getting ready for the party you don’t want to attend. You take your time to shower and get ready, and when you both are set, Kie drives you to your house because you need to give something to your mother, allowing you to leave the things you won’t need and take only your essentials to the party. After that, you pick up the guys and Cleo.

—

When you arrived at the party, it was 7:30 p.m., and the music was blaring from inside. There were more people than you had expected to be there at that time, but again, it was Sarah’s party, so of course, there were going to be many people already there. You planned to stay at the party for a few hours, then say you had to wake up early the next day and leave. However, it was easier said than done.

As you walked inside, the music grew louder, and you saw some familiar faces smiling at you as they looked your way. As you and the Pogues searched for Sarah, you began to feel a bit anxious. You shouldn’t feel bad about saying no to Rafe and then showing up… but then why did you? You finally found her in the kitchen, where the snacks and cold drinks were.

“Y/N!!! You look so pretty!” she exclaimed happily as she hugged you first.

“What are we, chopped liver?” Cleo chimed in teasingly.

“Oh, please don’t say that. I’m happy to see you all here, but let’s be honest: when was the last time this girl actually got ready for something other than work?” Sarah stated again, and everyone silently agreed with her. You rolled your eyes.

“At least I work,” JJ chuckled quietly at your comment.

“Ouch?” Sarah feigned offense. “Enough about work. Grab a drink and make yourselves at home. John B is outside, so go. I’ll be there in a minute,” she said, disappearing again. JJ didn’t need to be told twice to grab a drink and went straight for a beer, and so did Cleo and Pope. Kie made herself a drink, and you did the same, but unlike Kie, yours had barely any alcohol; it was mostly just Sprite.

As you walked out of the kitchen, you caught a glimpse of Topper, who looked at you, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion. You hurried away quickly, cursing internally. If he saw you, that meant he was going to tell Rafe whether you liked it or not, but just like Kie had told you, you were going to ignore everyone and stick to your friends.

One thing you hadn’t considered or even thought about was that maybe Rafe would be outside. You didn’t see him, but he saw you when you and the Pogues stepped out. His gaze would normally soften when he saw you, but at that moment, he felt betrayed. Did you hate him that much? He didn’t think you were the kind of person who would willingly lie just to make someone feel bad.

—

As the night went on, you focused on your friends and those who came to the group to talk instead of on where you were. Rafe, on the other hand, was drinking to distract himself from your presence. He had noticed you were chatting with a guy who had approached you. You thought this guy was nice, but Rafe didn’t; he would have done something about it but decided to drink instead.

You caught glimpses of Rafe, each time with a new girl and always with a drink in hand. Why couldn’t he stick to just one girl? You found yourself caring too much about what he was doing and refocused on the guy in front of you. You weren’t really interested, but it was always nice to meet new people.

“Are you trying to burn a hole in the back of her head?” Topper asked when he noticed the intense gaze Rafe had on you.

“What?”

“You are staring.” Topper glanced at you too; he had to admit you looked good.

“You are too.”

“Don’t drag me into this, but in my defense, she looks really good.” Topper said with a teasing tone, wanting to mess with him. Rafe took a big sip of his drink, feeling the burning sensation slide down his throat. “Woah, slow down.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I get it; you’re jealous, but don’t take it out on the alcohol. Drink some water, or you will regret it.”

“I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous of that? He’s…” Rafe trailed off. He didn’t know what to say. He was talking to you, and you were engaged in the conversation. You were interested, which you usually weren’t with him. So yeah, he was jealous.

He downed the drink in his hand and kept staring at you as if it were his life’s purpose. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way; he had no power over you, but it was as if you held power over him. If you were his girl, he would make sure everyone knew, but you weren’t, so he had to let you be and let you talk to whoever you wanted, even if the guy wasn't good enough. You deserved someone who could give you everything. He could be… he stopped himself; he couldn’t keep thinking about this. So, more alcohol it was.

You went inside the house to grab a new drink and more ice. He saw you, and before his brain fully processed it, he was already following you. He was a man on a mission, though what that mission was, even he didn't know. He heard Topper saying something, but he ignored it; nothing was more important than getting to you.

When you got to the kitchen, you felt a sense of relief—no one was there. You grabbed more ice and Sprite; you weren't really in the mood for an alcoholic drink. After pouring it into your red cup, you stayed there, and then Rafe showed up, interrupting your party break just like he had done at the Boneyard. You didn’t want to deal with him alone… again.

Some might say you couldn't move on from what he said and that you resented him. Well, maybe you did, and you hated it because it felt like allowing him to dictate your feelings. Your thoughts were interrupted by his closeness. Oh, he was drunk; his eyes were different, and he seemed more relaxed than usual, but you noticed something was bothering him.

“So…” he cleared his throat. “Weren’t you busy tonight?”

“I wasn’t going to come; your sister made me,” you answered.

“Right…” he paused for a second. “Next time, don’t lie to my face,” he said with annoyance. You huffed at his tone.

“I’m not wasting my time with you.” You turned away from him, not catching his comment.

“No… come on, I want to talk to you.” He stepped in front of you to stop you from leaving; he was set on talking to you.

“I doubt it. I know I have nothing to talk to you about.”

“Yes, you do. We have things to talk about.” The way he said it made it easy for you to know what he was referring to, and it made you angry. He had to be drunk to address it for the first time when he had seen you plenty of times before.

“No, I’m not doing this today; in fact, I'd rather never do it.”

“Y/N…” he spoke your name almost pleadingly and a bit slurred. “I know I messed up…” he started, but you quickly interrupted him.

“Stop it.”

“Let me talk! I’m trying to make things right, and you’re not letting me!”

“Yes! Because you are drunk, Rafe! And I’m not having this conversation with you like this or ever. For all I know, you’re doing this just because you are drunk or high or both.” He knitted his eyebrows together at your words.

“What? I’m not high. Who do you think I am?”

“It’s common knowledge that the only reason you would ever step into the Cut is for drugs from Barry.”

“According to who? Your pogue friends?” He felt the anger bubbling up, and you huffed.

“Why do you always have to say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you hate them, like you hate us.”

“Bold statement coming from you,” he said, the alcohol making it harder for him to filter his words.

“Excuse me?” You asked, genuinely confused at what he was hinting at.

“Oh, what? Pogue girl get offended? At least I can say it without having to lie.” You scrunched your face; there was one thing you hated more than anything, and that was being called a liar.

“I have never lied to you. Actually, I think I have been transparent enough to let you know I can’t stand you.”

“Oh, I got that clear, pogue. You hate me, I know. You lied to prove your point; next time, just have the guts to say it upfront.”

“What are you on about?”

“This party! I invited you; I wanted you here, and you said no.” He grabbed a bottle of some liquor and took a swig of it, the burning sensation numbing, for a second, all that he was feeling at the moment. “You said to MY face you were busy and couldn’t come, and look at you here, having the time of your life, laughing with your friends and talking to other guys who don’t even deserve your attention.”

He took another swig from the bottle of what you now know is whiskey. You were confused, perhaps even in denial about his words.

“I didn’t know!” you huffed. “I didn’t know this was the plan; I was going to go out with my friends, and I didn’t know this was the place.”

“You want me to believe you didn’t know, huh? Your little nice act won’t work this time.”

“No, no, I’ve gotten enough shit from you. I won’t put up with this,” you said, walking out of the kitchen. He stopped you in the middle of the hallway. “Rafe, stop it!”

“No! You aren’t even listening to me!”

“Why should I? I’m wasting my time here.”

“Pardon me, your Majesty. I know there are other people more deserving of your attention than me,” his voice dripping with anger and sarcasm.

“Leave me alone for once!” You pulled your arm away and walked out of the house, not even thinking twice about it. You thought it was over, but you were wrong.

“Running away again? That’s all you seem to know how to do every time I say something you don’t like.”

“You’re an even bigger asshole when you’re drunk,” you huffed.

“Me? You’re the one lying when I’m trying to be nice to you.”

“Nice? How? Talking down to me and my friends? Making me feel like I don’t belong here?”

“Not all of us are natural rays of sunshine, princess.” He stopped. “I… It’s hard for some people. I—” he groaned, “I wanted you here! I’m sorry for—” you interrupted him.

“You’re drunk.”

“I know what I’m saying! Stop acting like I don’t. I mean this!”

“No!”

“STOP, Y/N! JUST… stop.” He sighed and walked closer to you, making you take a step back.

“I’m trying here… but you’re being an asshole about it, and I’m TRYING to apologize for something I know I did wrong.”

“You’re drunk…”

“Stop saying that, as if it makes my words invalid! I know what I’m saying and I mean every word!”

“I don’t believe them! Is that what you wanted to hear? I don’t believe drunk words; alcohol doesn’t allow you to think straight, and I told you I don’t want to talk about it.” You turned away, ready to walk.

“For someone who claims to always be kind, you are doing a terrible job right now.” You stop in your tracks but don’t look back. “I’m here being honest, and all you do is think the worst of me… you’re just like everyone else…” he said, slurring more as the alcohol finally caught up to him. “I’m actually sorry, princess…”

You heard the moment he walked back inside, and you finally turned. You watched as he went in and disappeared into his house, leaving you with the silence of the night and your thoughts. Why did he always leave you like this? Always analyzing his words. He sounded sincere; you could feel that, but there were so many layers to the conversation you didn’t want to dissect, yet you knew you were going to.

“You're leaving?” Topper interrupted your thoughts.

“Uh… yeah, I’m tired.”

“Who is taking you?” No one; you were going to walk. A stupid decision, probably.

“My friends,” you lied. 'You’re the one lying,' Rafe’s words echoed in your head.

“Liar, they’re still inside.” You sighed. “Come on, I’ll drop you off. I need to buy more ice, so let’s go.” You didn’t protest and followed him to his car.

You got in, gave him the address, and he drove in silence. He stopped for a bit of ice at a small store he found when he was closer to the address you provided.

“Here, it’s okay.” You made him stop beforehand. You didn’t give him the exact address of your house; you were a bit paranoid about sharing it unless it was someone close to you. Topper parked his car right where you told him.

“Thanks… you didn’t have to do that.”

“Rafe would’ve killed me if something happened to you.” He paused, debating whether to say something else. “He would’ve done it, but he was too drunk.”

“Yeah…” you said quietly. “I promise I didn’t know I was going to end up at the party…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said sincerely. “You don’t owe me or anyone an explanation.” You nodded; you knew that, but it was as if you needed to ensure someone understood. You said your goodbyes and walked to your house, which was just around the corner from where Topper had left you.

You went directly to your room to change clothes. It was supposed to be a good night, and yet here you were, with your feelings all over the place, but mainly feeling guilty.

12:55 AM - Pope “Where are you?”

12:55 AM - Pope “Please tell me you’re alive”

12:55 AM - You “I am, sorry for leaving without saying anything”

12:56 AM - Pope “Still didn’t answer me. Where are you”

12:56 AM - You “I’m home”

12:56 AM - Pope “How? Who? The guy you were talking to?!”

12:57 AM - You “No… Topper… he went to buy ice and dropped me off”

12:57 AM - Pope “Topper? As in Sarah’s ex? tf”

12:57 AM - You “As in Rafe’s friend”

12:57 AM - Pope “Oh…”

12:58 AM - Pope “Something happened again huh?”

12:58 AM - You “I’m okay, I just need sleep.”

12:58 AM - You “I’m exhausted, it was a long day”

12:59 AM - Pope “Whatever you need just let me know, fyi I will tell Cleo about this.”

12:59 AM - You “I didn’t expect less”

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finelinevogue · 2 days ago

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but what is she surprises aaron with flowers and a bath. where she’s looking after him but he’s like you need to be in here with me to be perfect. because this man never lets himself be taken care of 😭

aaaahhhh omg no i will cry this is so cute for v day 🥹🥹🥹🥹 okay let’s do it!

pairing - aaron hotchner x wife!reader

word count - ~1.5k

In your opinion; being married to someone does not mean you stop dating that person.

Your person happened to be the workaholic, grump, that is Aaron Hotchner. Not only is he the Unit Chief of the BAU in the FBI, but he is also more importantly your husband and father to three.

“That’s so pretty, Cassie-baby.” You cooed at your daughter who was drawing her dad a valentine’s day card.

Aaron does so much for his team at work and even more at home for you, so you decided to treat him extra special on this extra special day.

Cassie, your 2 year old, Dylan, your 5 year old and Jack your 10 year old were all sitting at the kitchen table perfecting their valentines day cards for their dad.

You had given yours to Aaron already.

“Mm.”

Aaron sighed as he felt your kisses trail over his exposed back. His face was shoved into his pillow, head turned away from you, as he was softly woken from his sleep.

“Morning.” You kissed him again, leaning further over his body so you could kiss his neck closer to his face.

“I love you, but why are you awake?” His voice was so low and muffled that it did something to your core.

“It’s valentines day.”

Aaron smiled in response. He of course knew what day it was, he just hadn’t expected you to wake up at 5AM just so you could tell him that.

He did appreciate the gesture though.

“I’ve got something for you.” You whispered into his ear, before giving his lobe a soft kiss and small bite. Aaron happily sighed at the feeling.

You handed him his card and told him that you were going to take an indulgent shower.

You watched Aaron flick on the bedside light about to open and read the card you had gifted him. He took pride in caring for things like this. That’s when he saw the clock on the bedside table.

4:45AM.

“Honey, not that I don’t love the fuss but you’ve woken me up 15 minutes early.” Aaron whined, because he did love his sleep regardless of how much he looked like he didn’t.

“Did I?” You asked, slipping off your pyjama top so you were bare, “Or did I just give us an extra 15 minutes to take a shower together?”

You left him to think on that question.

But you knew you made the right choice when less than thirty seconds later Aaron came up behind you in the shower.

Before you could go down that route in your mind, you returned to helping your kids out.

“Jack, that’s amazing bud.” You gasped. He’d drawn a picture of the whole family and labelled everyone too for good measure. “Uhh, who’s this?” You pointed.

“That’s our dog.” He explained.

“We don’t have a dog.” You said, confused.

“We will. I’m working on it.” He nodded and you had to laugh at the boy’s ambition. You no doubt probably would end up with a dog, because Aaron could not say ‘no’ to his kids.

Dylan was writing his name super neatly - for a 5 year old - at the bottom of his card.

“Wow, Dyl-man. You’re so clever.” You kissed his head.

“I know.” He smiled up at you.

“Daddy will be home in an hour, okay? So let’s finish these and then get our pyjamas on before dinner.”

<.><.><.>

When Aaron came home the first thing he noticed was how quiet it was.

Normally there was at least one child screaming, or dinner was coking, or even the TV was on for the kids to watch. This evening there was nothing.

“Honey?” Aaron called out.

He took off his blazer and hung it on the staircase, dropping his briefcase next to it.

He stood there for another moment, looking around the house and undoing his tie so he could place it next to his blazer.

“Y/N?” He called out again - more concerned this time.

He walked into the kitchen and noticed that the oven was on with his dinner being warmed inside.

The thing that caught his eyes though was the trio of cards sat on the table that were all addressed to him. He picked them up one-by-one and admired the drawings and writings inside.

He had really poor artists for children but at the same time Aaron believed they were all MOMA worthy.

Aaron fetched a glass of water after reading the cards, keeping them propped up so everyone could see. Now he wanted to see his family to give them all the kisses they deserved.

He went upstairs to the kids playroom.

It was there that he found everyone.

You were wall inside the massive fort that Aaron had helped Jack make last weekend. It was a wonder it was still standing actually.

The fort was huge and nearly spanning the whole room. It was a combination of random bedsheets and blankets, along with strings of tiny, hanging, fairy lights and fluffy pillows to cover the floor.

Aaron leaned against the door as he watched you read a book to your children. They were all in their pyjamas, tucked under blankets and wearing sleepy faces. Cassie was already asleep against your chest, but Dylan and Jack were trying their best to pay attention to you and the story.

“Room for one more?” Aaron asked as he knelt down in front of the fort entrance.

“Daddy!” Dylan cheered, perking up at the sight of his dad. Jack was the same, but Cassie was too asleep to notice.

“Hey, my buddies.” Aaron laughed as his sons hugged him tight. He hugged them back tighter.

“We missed you.” Jack said.

“I miss you too.” He kissed Jack’s head and then thought it was only fair he did the same to Dylan’s. He would kiss Cassie’s when he put her to bed later.

Aaron looked over his sons to where you were laid looking at them all - a loving smile on your face.

Aaron mouthed ‘I love you’ to you and you mouthed it back, before Aaron clambered into the fort and settled down for the rest of the bedtime story.

<.><.><.>

You sat with Aaron as he had his dinner.

“Was Spencer any better today?” You asked, drying the dishes that you had cleaned before.

“He was okay. He was okay enough to talk about the origins of beans for half an hour, at least:” Aaron chuckled as he drank from his water.

“Origins of beans?” You questioned.

“Don’t ask.” Aaron rolled his eyes, before tucking back into his dinner.

You were both happy to be silent in each other’s company as Aaron ate and you dried and put away dishes. The kids had been put to bed an hour or so ago, so it was just you two for the night now.

“Dinner okay?” You asked.

You came up beside Aaron and brushed a hand through his hair. His arm wrapped around your waist as he kept you close against him as he ate.

“Mhm. Lovely, thank you.”

You smiled as you accepted his politeness.

You bent over to kiss his head - something you as a family did a lot. Even Jack had started doing it to his siblings after seeing you and Aaron do it all the time.

“You need a shower.” You said, pulling back from his head.

Aaron pinched your side gently, “Love you too.” He said sarcastically.

“Oi!” You laughed.

“Supposed to be nice to each other today.”

“What? Just because it’s valentines day?”

“Yes.” Aaron finished his meal and twisted in his chair so you stood between his legs. His other arm came around your waist so you were trapped against him.

You steadily brushed his hair into formation after having ruined it a little when you’d messed with it before.

“I love you every day, not just because it’s valentines day.” You explained. “Do you?”

“Did you just ask me whether I love you every day?” Aaron scoffed.

“Well?”

“Sweetheart, there hasn’t been a day since I met you that I haven’t loved you. I just love you a little extra today.”

“Oh you do, do you?” You teased.

“Mhm.”

“Well if you love me that much…” You said seductively, leaning down as Aaron’s head tilted back in anticipation of kissing you. Just as you were about to kiss him you whispered, “… Then you can clean your own dishes.”

You leant back up and left Aaron hanging.

He raised an eyebrow in challenge over your actions and you knew that you’d pay for your teasing later. For now he could clean his dishes - alone.

You needed him alone in order to prepare the next part of his valentines day.

<.><.><.>

Aaron trudged up the stairs after turning off the lights downstairs and setting the alarm.

He unbuttoned his shirt a little as he reached the top, stopping at three when he focused on checking on his kids instead.

Each of them were sleeping when he checked.

They were all safe and that’s all that Aaron needed reassuring of.

He walked into your bedroom next and noticed you weren’t in bed reading like he had expected you to be.

He shut the bedroom door and called your name.

“In here.” You responded from the bathroom.

Aaron’s shirt was now all the way unbuttoned but he kept it on as he entered the bathroom.

He knocked as he entered to give you time to tell him to get out if needed.

“Yeah?”

Aaron watched as you checked the temperature of the bath water, which was filled with bubbles, before shaking off the water and rolling your sleeve back down.

The bathroom smelt like those calming bath salts Penelope had bought for both of you.

“What’s all this?” Aaron asked, gesturing to the bath and the warm glowing candles on the counter.

“Happy valentines day.” You smiled.

“Honey.” Aaron pouted as he looked from the room to you, standing there with a smile that would bring even the grumpiest of men to their knees. “This is for me?”

“Yeah. Enjoy.” You leant up to kiss his cheek as you tried to walk past him, but he caught your arm before you could.

“Woah, woah. Where are you going?”

“Uh.. To let you enjoy this.” You furrowed your brows.

“How?” He asked seriously.

“What?”

“How am I supposed to enjoy this, without you?”

His question made your brows soften and you couldn’t help but fall in love with him a little bit more.

“You do so much for us Aaron. Thought you might want a moment of peace.”

“Well you thought wrong, because all I want right now is you.” He leant down to kiss you, “And that bath.”

You laughed into the kiss he was giving you, “Okay then. You, me and the bath it is.”

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wchswift · 3 days ago

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🌺 “let’s have a baby!” *b spits out food* “a what now?” with Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Thank you

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─── telling logan you want a baby

pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: you tell logan that you want a baby with him.

contents! fluff, domestic life, established relationship, talking about having a baby.

notes: It was supposed to be shorter but when I saw it I ended up stretching the plot more than planned lol. thanks for the request anon 💜 this is part of my 125 followers celebration! Join the celebration too!

The cabin was warm, the smell of home-cooked food filling the air as the fire crackled in the corner. It was a simple life, but it was theirs. Logan sat across from her at the worn wooden table, one hand lazily curled around a beer while the other stabbed at his food. He looked relaxed for once—broad shoulders loose, jaw not clenched for once, the habitual storm behind his eyes calmer than usual.

Perfect time to drop a bombshell.

She stabbed her fork into a piece of food, twirling it between her fingers. Casual. Relaxed. Then, with the same tone she’d use to suggest a movie, she said—

“Let’s have a baby.”

Logan didn’t freeze. He didn’t tense or give you one of those intimidating stares. No—he did something better.

He choked.

One second, he was biting into his steak, and the next, he was coughing violently. A rough a what now? escaped between wheezes, his hand pounding against his chest like that would somehow help.

She bit back a grin, completely unfazed, and took a casual sip of her drink. “A baby, Logan. You don’t know what a baby is? Want me to explain it to you?”

Logan shot her the flattest, most unimpressed look in existence. If looks could kill, she’d be six feet under.

She just grinned, meeting his glare with ease. “You heard me. Let’s have a baby. A tiny human. Yours and mine.”

“Darlin’, that’s not exactly somethin’ you just drop over dinner.”

She snorted, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, yeah. I figured I’d skip the dramatic lead-up and just say it.”

Logan muttered something under his breath, then leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He grabbed his beer and took a long, slow sip as if alcohol might somehow help him process what was happening. It didn’t.

Finally, he set the bottle down with a thud and looked at her, expression unreadable. “And you’re serious?”

“Very.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked. He was silent for a moment, eyes searching hers like he was trying to find some crack in the statement—some sign that she was messing with him. But there was nothing. Only that damn steady, patient look of hers.

Logan let out a slow breath, shifting in his seat. “Jesus, princess,” he muttered.

She grinned. “So… that’s a yes?”

He shot her another look.

“That’s not a yes.”

“Nope.”

“But it’s not a no,” Logan grumbled and went back to eating, clearly hoping she’d let it go. She didn’t.

She rested her chin on her hand, watching him like she could see the wheels turning in his head. “You’re thinking about it.”

He scoffed. “I’m eatin’.”

“You’re eating and thinking about it.”

Logan shook his head, focusing way too hard on his plate. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me,” she teased.

Logan didn’t look up. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but there was no bite to it.

And just like that, she knew. He might not have said yes, but he hadn’t said no either. And for Logan, that was as good as an answer.

Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t so impossible after all.

The conversation didn’t come up again.

Not while they finished eating. Not while they cleaned up. Not even when they settled into bed, the soft hum of the wind outside filling the comfortable silence between them.

But Logan was still thinking about it.

Lying on his back, one arm folded under his head, he stared at the ceiling. His mind ran over the idea like a blade he wasn’t sure was sharp or dull—wasn’t sure if it’d cut him open or just sit heavy in his hands.

A kid. His kid.

The thought should’ve scared the hell out of him. Maybe it did. But it also… didn’t. Not the way he expected.

He glanced to the side.

She was asleep, curled into the blankets, her breathing soft and even. Peaceful. Unaware that she’d just completely rewired something deep in him with one damn sentence over dinner.

Logan swallowed, gaze lingering on her face.

He’d had a lot taken from him in his life. A lot of people, a lot of memories, a lot of time. But here she was, asking him to have something. Something real. Something that wasn’t just fighting and running and waiting for the next bad thing to hit. He was still afraid, afraid that his kid would be like him. A mutant.

But maybe… maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea. Not if it was with her by his side.

His chest rose and fell with a slow breath.

Then, wordlessly, he shifted closer, his arm slipping around her. He pulled her against him, pressing his lips to her forehead, lingering there for a moment.

“Yeah, alright,” he muttered against her skin, voice low, rough, barely a whisper.

She stirred slightly, shifting into him, but didn’t wake.

Logan let his eyes close. Relaxing with the choice he's come to.

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xxchaosjojoxx · 3 days ago

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Valentine’s Card (Penguin x f!reader)

A/N: my piece of work for @quinloki valentines event <3

Words: 1486

Valentine’s day was something you really hated. Why do you need a day to express your love for the people who deserved it? However there was something you absolutely loved. Creating Valentine’s Cards with funny quotes. You spent the last two nights creating some origin quotes for your crewmates. It was your first valentine’s day with the heart pirates and you weren’t sure how they would react.

As soon as the sun rose you were up, delivering your valentine’s card.

Ikkaku was the first one who got hers. She was confused after you handed her a light purple card. While her eyes were scanning the words, a laugh escaped her and tears were forming. “‘Are you an octopus? Because you octopi my thoughts.’ Haha what is this?”

You grinned. “Just my appreciation for valentine’s day.” “I absolutely love this. Thank you.”

As time passed you handed over several cards. There were only 4 left. Law, Bepo, Shachi and of course Penguin. The rest of the crew were smiling at you, even Jean Bart’s cheeks were a little red after reading his.

The next ones you found were Bepo and Law and this was kinda scary.

Law’s gaze was stern and unamused as he was observing you.

“I just thought I could give you something to make you smile.”

You said and handed Bepo and Law their cards.

Bepo was smiling and read his card out loud. “‘You are beary special for me.’ Ohh you are so cute and nice y/n. Thank you.” And with that you got a big hug from Bepo.

“Thanks Bepo but you are nearly killing me right now.”

You looked at Law and became nervous. He scoffed a little and you tried to escape his presence. “Well time to go.” - “Wait a damn minute y/n-ya.”

Your captain said a little louder and you yelped while turning your body towards him once more.

“Look captain I just thought it may be a fu-”

“Thanks.” He said and you blinked at him a few times.

“Huh?”

And then you saw it. A rare small smile on his lips.

“I stole your heart, huh?” He smirked and a blush was now on your face and you tried to hide your face. “I just thought it may be funny…”

“I know.” He took a few steps towards you, his index finger was on your chin, forcing you to look up at him. It was the first time your captain was so close to you. And damn was he attractive. “See this as payback.” He said with a low voice as he stepped away from you. “Let’s go Bepo.” he said and both of them left you. Your heart was racing. “God dang it, Captain. I nearly fell in love with you back there.” You mumbled and took a few deep breaths.

It took a while for you to calm down and if there wasn’t already someone who captured your heart, you were pretty sure that you would indeed fall for your captain. Especially with this husky voice of his. “Captain was pretty smooth, huh?” A voice was catching you off guard and there you saw Shachi in the door frame.

“How long did you stand there?”

“A while.” Shachi said and grinned. “So do you have one of these pretty cards for me and Peng as well?” He wiggled his eyebrow and with a scoff you handed him over a card.

“‘You’re a whale of a friend.’” Oh damn please tell me you read those cheeky lines somewhere.

“Nope” You tipped your head. “I used my brain for these masterpieces.”

Shachi leaned an arm over your shoulder. “Last one for your special someone? Or your special penguin?”

Your cheeks grew hot and you pushed him away. “It’s just a coincidence that Penguin is the last one to receive one.”

Shachi was staring at me with an amused look. “Of course darling. He is in our room.”

There you were standing in front of Penguin’s and Shachi shared room. You were nervous. Your hands felt sweaty, your body was trembling. It took a couple of minutes for you to knock on the door. Soon enough a “Come in” was heard and you entered the room quickly and closed the door.

PEnguin was slightly confused seeing you there. He didn’t expect you at all.

“Oh hey Y/N.” He said and was leaving his bed, standing in front of you. “Are you ok? Do you have a fever? Your face is quite red.”

Before his hands could touch your forehead you hugged him. Now it was him who went red and Penguin couldn’t help but stutter. “W-W-What?” He said and wanted to reciprocate your hug but you quickly let go of him, taking a few steps back.

“I’m sorry I don’t have any clue why I did this. Ehmm I have something for you.”

You gave him his card. “I have to go bye.” And then Penguin was alone in his room.

Dumbfounded, blushing and reading his card all over. Again and again.

‘Waddling your way to wish you a happy valentine’s day’ Two penguins were holding hands and a cute little heart was above them, like a mistletoe.

Penguin was happy and couldn’t help but smile all the time. Til the point where he met Shachi and Hakugan. They were talking about something, holding a card in their hands.

“Hey guys. What are you talking about?” He was curious and afraid. He recognized your handwriting.

“We were talking about our cards. Y/N made one for us. Everyone has a different cheeky quote.” Hakugan said excitedly and showed Penguin his card. ‘You’re the catch of the day.’

Penguin felt down and both men in front of him noticed it.

“Are you ok?” He nodded and mumbled. “Yeah I just thought I would be special.”

“What did you say?” Hakugan asked. He was concerned.

“It’s fine.” He said and left the room. Shachi was fast behind him. “What’s wrong bro?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Come on. Something is bugging you.”

“I said, it’s nothing. Stop bickering me.”

Shachi stand still. “Are you jealous or something?”

“I have no reason to be jealous!” Penguin was turning towards his best friend. Screaming at him. He was angry even though his friend did nothing wrong. “Come on Bro.” Shachi said calmly, leading his best friend to the nearest storage room, so both of them could sit on the nearest box.

“You can talk to me dude.”

Penguin was pouting. “I know you said you have no reason to be jealous, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t feel this way.”

“You’re right.” Penguin said. His voice was barely a whisper.

“I thought I was someone special.” He confessed and Shachi patted his shoulder. “You are special to y/n.”

He groaned. “Yeah special like all of you.”

“You are different from us.”

“Yeah sure.” The man with the penguin said with a scoff.

“Stop being a sarcastic ass. She even denied Law. I heard her talking to herself. Stuff like ‘She would fell for him, if there wasn’t someone else who got her heart already’”

Penguin looked up at Shachi, a sad look in his eyes. “She fell for Captain?” He asked.

“DUDE!” Shachi smacked his arm. “Learn to listen! No, she didn’t fall for him. Because there is someone else. She is in love with someone else.”

Penguin was hiding his face under his hat. “Great. Thanks for that.”

“I bet it’s you.”

Penguin couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah sure. Just go and leave me alone.”

“It’s the truth. Why can-!” - “WHY should she love someone like me? Why do think so? I am just a friend to her. Like everyone here. Stop trying to cheer me up.” Penguin stood up and stormed outside the storage room, losing his card in return.

Shachi was taking his card, reading it and couldn’t help but laugh like a maniac. “He’s a confirmed idiot.”

The red hair stood up, leaving the room and could see Penguin’s back.

“Maybe you should read the small print, dumbass!” Shachi screamed and Penguin froze. He was turning towards Shachi slowly. “What?”

Penguin could see the card in the hands of his best friend. “Lost something?” Shachi grinned , taking a few steps towards his best friend, and giving his valentine’s card back to you.

“Learn to read properly.” With that he left.

And Penguin read it again. His best friend was right. He was an idiot. With fast steps he was running through the Polar Tang, searching for you. As soon as he saw you, he hugged you. “The answer is Yes. Always and forever.”

‘When Penguins find their mate, they stay together forever. Wanna be my Penguin?’

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alittlegiraffe · 2 days ago

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Title: Where I Need to Be

The house was silent.

Too silent.

Marshall stepped inside, his bag slipping from his shoulder to the floor with a dull thud. He expected to hear the sound of little feet running toward him, a high-pitched "Daddy!" cutting through the air. Expected to see you standing in the kitchen, arms crossed, pretending to be mad before giving in and letting him wrap you up in his arms.

But there was nothing.

No toys scattered across the floor. No half-eaten snacks left on the counter. No signs of life at all.

His stomach twisted. He already knew.

Grabbing his phone, he dialed your number.

Straight to voicemail.

He tried again.

Voicemail.

“Shit,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

For the next two hours, he called. Texted. Left voicemails, each one sounding more desperate than the last. But you weren’t answering.

He had fucked up. Again.

Missed his flight. Missed his daughter’s school event. Got caught up in work, told himself he’d make the next one—but there was no next one. You had told him that last time.

And now you were gone.

Jaw tight, he pulled up his banking app, scrolling through recent transactions. His pulse quickened when he saw it—a charge from a hotel downtown.

Without thinking twice, he grabbed his keys and left.

The woman at the front desk barely looked up at first, too busy scrolling through her phone. But when she did, her eyes widened.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, straightening up. “You’re—”

“Yeah, yeah,” he cut her off, leaning on the counter. “Look, I need to find my wife. She checked in earlier, took my kids with her.”

Her face shifted, uncomfortable. “Sir, I can’t give out guest information—”

“I get it,” he said quickly, forcing a half-smirk, the kind that had gotten him out of trouble more times than he could count. “Privacy rules and all that. But I’m not some psycho. I’m their husband. Their dad. I just—I need to fix this.”

She hesitated, glancing around as if checking for a manager. Then, with a sigh, she turned to her computer. “You didn’t hear this from me,” she muttered, typing something in. “Room 214.”

Relief flooded him. “You’re a lifesaver.”

She snorted. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get me fired.”

He was already heading for the elevator.

Marshall stood outside the door, fist hovering over it. For the first time in hours, he hesitated.

He had spent the whole drive over convincing himself he could fix this, that all he had to do was say the right thing. That he’d walk in, pull you close, tell you he was sorry, and everything would be okay.

But now?

Now, standing in front of the door you had shut him out of, he wasn’t so sure.

Still, he knocked.

No answer.

He knocked again, firmer this time.

Then, finally, the door cracked open, and there you were.

You looked exhausted. Hair pulled back, dark circles under your eyes, arms crossed so tight across your chest it was like you were holding yourself together.

"You have some nerve," you muttered.

Marshall swallowed hard. "Baby, I—"

"Don't baby me."

That was when he knew.

The breath left his lungs. His chest tightened. You had been mad at him before, pissed off, even screamed at him a few times—but you had never said that.

Never cut him off like that, never shut him out so completely.

"Shit," he breathed, running a hand over his face. "I—I know I fucked up. I know, okay? But please, just—just let me talk to you."

You let out a bitter laugh. "Talk to me? Now you wanna talk? Where the hell was this energy when your daughter was looking out into that crowd, searching for you?"

His throat tightened. "I know," he rasped. "I know, and I hate myself for it. But you gotta believe me, I wanted to be there. I got caught up with work, I lost track of time—"

"Do you hear yourself?" you snapped. "That’s the same bullshit excuse every time, Marshall. ‘I wanted to be there, I lost track of time.’ And what, I’m just supposed to keep pretending that’s enough? That a fucking sorry is enough?"

He felt like he was drowning. Like no matter what he said, it wouldn’t be enough.

But he couldn’t lose you.

"I don’t wanna keep doing this," he admitted, voice quieter now, raw. "I don’t wanna keep letting you down, keep letting them down. I just—I need a chance to fix this."

You stared at him for a long moment, lips pressed into a thin line.

"Please," he murmured.

You exhaled, shaking your head before stepping aside just enough for him to walk in.

And just like that, he knew—he still had a chance.

The hotel room was dim, the only light coming from the bathroom nightlight and the faint glow of the television playing some kids' show on mute. It was eerily quiet, except for the soft breathing of your daughters as they slept in the queen-sized bed, tangled up in blankets.

Marshall stood just inside the door, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets, eyes scanning the room. It felt surreal—coming home to an empty house, chasing you down across the city, and now standing here like an outsider in his own family.

You closed the door behind him, crossing your arms as you leaned against it. "You wanted to be here?" you muttered. "Here you are. But you’re not just answering to me, Marshall. You’re answering to them."

His stomach twisted. He had expected that. Dreaded it. He could take your anger—he deserved it. But facing his daughters after breaking yet another promise? That was a different kind of hell.

You sighed and walked past him toward the bed, gently shaking your eldest awake. "Baby, wake up," you whispered.

She stirred, her little face scrunching up before her eyes fluttered open. "Mommy?" she murmured sleepily. Then she saw him.

Marshall braced himself.

Her eyes widened, blinking a few times like she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming. Then, her tiny face hardened. "You weren’t there."

The words hit him harder than any punch he’d ever taken.

"I know," he said softly, crouching down to her level. "I know, baby. And I’m so, so sorry."

She sat up, rubbing her tired eyes before crossing her arms—so much like you it made his chest ache. "You promised, Daddy."

The lump in his throat grew. "I did. And I broke that promise. I messed up. But I swear to you, I wanted to be there."

"Then why weren’t you?"

Silence.

He could feel your eyes on him, waiting.

He exhaled, rubbing his face before looking back at his daughter. "Because I put work first when I shouldn’t have. Because I thought I had more time, and I didn’t. And that was wrong."

She stared at him, searching his face like she was deciding whether or not to believe him. "Are you gonna do it again?"

Marshall shook his head. "No. I mean it, baby. I never wanna see you sad because of me again."

There was another beat of silence before she finally sighed. Then, slowly, she reached out and hugged him.

He wrapped his arms around her small frame, holding on tighter than he probably should have. "I love you so much," he murmured.

"Love you too," she mumbled against his hoodie.

When she pulled back, she yawned and snuggled back under the blankets, already half-asleep again.

Marshall sat there for a moment, shoulders heavy, heart still aching—but lighter than it had been before.

Then, he turned to look at you.

Your arms were still crossed, but your face had softened just the tiniest bit. You nodded toward the door. "We need to talk."

Yeah. He figured as much.

Standing up, he followed you out of the room, preparing for the second round of hell he had to face tonight.

And this time, there was no easy way out.

The hotel room door clicked shut behind him, and the quiet tension in the air was suffocating. You stood with your arms still crossed, your jaw tight, eyes sharp as they locked onto him.

Marshall felt like a damn kid about to get scolded—but this wasn’t some petty fight. This was everything.

"You got her to forgive you," you said, voice low but laced with exhaustion. "That was the easy part."

He swallowed hard, nodding slightly. "I know."

Your fingers tapped against your arm, your posture stiff. "Do you?" you challenged. "Because, Marshall, I don’t think you do."

"I do," he said quickly. "Baby—"

"Don’t baby me."

That shut him up.

His mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out. Just like earlier, when you first said it, that phrase landed like a punch to the gut. Because that was when he knew it wasn’t just a fight. Wasn’t just frustration.

You were done.

"You always do this," you went on, voice shaking slightly, but you pushed through it. "Always." "You break a promise, you come crawling back, you say the right things, and for some reason, I keep letting myself believe it’s gonna be different."

Marshall clenched his jaw, staring down at the floor. He hated this feeling—being the one who made you look at him like that.

"Do you even know what it’s like to sit there, making up excuses for you?" you demanded. "To watch our daughter’s face when she realizes her dad isn’t showing up again?"

"I hate myself for it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good."

That one hurt. But he didn’t blame you.

Silence stretched between you, thick and unbearable.

Then, you sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. "I packed up our kids and left, Marshall. That’s how bad it got. Do you understand that?"

He nodded, eyes still on the floor. "Yeah."

"No, I don’t think you do." Your voice cracked slightly, but you caught it before it turned into something else. "I was done waiting for you to realize we deserve better than this. I deserve better than this."

His head snapped up, panic flickering in his expression. "Are you saying—?"

"I don’t know what I’m saying," you interrupted, and that uncertainty was almost worse. "But I know I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep holding this family together by myself while you act like we’ll always be here, waiting for you to get your shit together."

Marshall felt like he was losing his grip on everything, like he was standing on a cliff’s edge and the ground was crumbling beneath him.

"You can’t just say the right words this time," you said, voice softer now but still firm. "I need you to show me. Because if you don’t…" You trailed off, shaking your head.

He didn’t need you to finish that sentence. The unspoken words were loud enough.

He took a shaky breath, nodding. "I’ll show you."

You studied him, searching his face for any sign of bullshit. Then, finally, you exhaled and turned toward the door. "We’re staying here tonight."

He nodded again, accepting that much. He had no right to argue.

As you reached for the handle, you paused. "Goodnight, Marshall."

Not baby. Not babe. Just his name.

And as he stood there, watching you walk away from him, he realized just how much it hurt to hear it.

---

It had been a week.

Seven days of waking up in a stiff hotel bed, of cartoons playing too early in the morning, of pretending you weren’t checking your phone every few minutes, expecting—wanting—to see a text from him.

Seven days of your daughters asking when they were going home.

"Mommy, I don’t like it here," your youngest mumbled, curling into your side as the three of you sat on the bed, watching a movie none of you were really paying attention to.

Your oldest sat up a little. "Yeah, me neither. Can we go home now?"

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. "Not yet, baby."

"But why?" she pressed, her brows furrowing. "Daddy said he was sorry."

You sighed, rubbing your temples. How were you supposed to explain this to them? That it wasn’t just about sorry—that it was about trust, about breaking the same promises over and over?

That even though you missed him, even though every part of you wanted to see him, you weren’t sure if you were ready yet?

Your youngest reached for your hand, her tiny fingers wrapping around yours. "But, Mommy," she said, her little voice gentle, "we forgive people we love."

Your breath caught in your throat.

She looked up at you with those big, innocent eyes—the same eyes she had gotten from her father. "Especially when they say sorry and mean it."

You glanced over at your oldest, and even though she was trying to act tough, you could see it in her face too. She missed him.

And God, so did you.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You weren’t ready—but maybe you never would be. Maybe you’d sit here, night after night, waiting for some perfect moment to feel safe going back. But life didn’t work like that.

Love didn’t work like that.

You kissed your youngest’s forehead and nodded. "Okay," you whispered. "Let’s go home."

Their faces lit up, and for the first time in a week, you felt the smallest bit of relief.

Now, you just had to face Marshall again. And that? That was the part you weren’t sure you were ready for.

---

Pulling into the driveway felt strange—like stepping back into a life you weren’t sure still fit. The house was exactly how you left it, but something about it felt different. Or maybe you were different.

As soon as you put the car in park, your daughters scrambled out, their excitement impossible to contain. The front door swung open before they even reached it.

"Daddy!"

Marshall barely had time to brace himself before they launched into his arms. He let out a quiet grunt, stumbling back slightly, but the look on his face made your heart clench. Relief. Love. Like he had been waiting for this moment since the second you left.

"You’re home," he murmured against their hair, squeezing them tight. "God, I missed you two."

You stood by the car, gripping the handle a little too hard as you watched them.

They weren’t the only ones he had missed.

When his eyes finally lifted to meet yours, something in your chest tightened. He looked… rough.

His hoodie was wrinkled, like he had been living in it. His jaw was covered in scruff, dark circles sat heavy under his eyes, and his hair was a mess—like he had barely run his hands through it, let alone thought about actually fixing it.

But what really hit you was inside the house.

The couch.

The blankets piled on it, the pillow dented from where he’d obviously been sleeping.

He hadn’t been in your bed.

And suddenly, you couldn’t look at him.

You turned, grabbing bags from the car, and headed inside without a word.

Later that evening, after the girls had settled in and were playing in the other room, you found Marshall in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a half-empty bottle of water in his hands.

You hesitated, fingers tightening on the back of one of the dining chairs. "You haven’t been sleeping in our bed."

His grip on the bottle tensed. He exhaled slowly, staring down at the floor. "Couldn’t," he admitted.

"Why?"

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "Because you weren’t there."

Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy.

"I tried the first night," he said, voice quieter now, raw in a way you weren’t used to hearing. "Laid down, closed my eyes… but it felt wrong. Too quiet. Too empty." He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "Figured if I was gonna be miserable, I might as well do it on the couch where I deserve to be."

Your nails dug into the wood of the chair.

You had spent all week angry—furious, even. But now, standing here, looking at him, all you felt was exhaustion.

"You think I wanted to leave?" you asked softly.

He finally looked at you, something breaking in his expression. "No," he whispered. "I think I gave you no other choice."

You swallowed hard, gripping the chair like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

Because he was right.

And you weren’t sure what scared you more—that he knew it, or that for the first time, he actually meant it when he said he wanted to change.

---

You told yourself you were fine.

You went through the motions—washed your face, brushed your teeth, changed into pajamas—like everything was normal. Like Marshall wasn’t just down the hall, sleeping on the damn couch because you weren’t ready to let things go yet.

Because you were still mad.

And you should be mad.

He had broken another promise. He had let you and the girls down. Just because he looked like hell, just because he said the right words this time, didn’t mean everything was magically fixed.

So why did you feel like you were the one being punished?

You crawled into bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin, staring at the ceiling. The sheets smelled like home, like him, and that made it worse.

This bed had never felt too big before.

You turned onto your side, squeezing your eyes shut.

Minutes passed. Then an hour.

You flipped onto your other side. Pulled the blanket higher. Stretched out. Curled up.

Nothing helped.

Your body ached for something—someone—you were trying so hard to deny yourself.

You could picture him, just down the hall, curled up uncomfortably on the couch, trying to give you space. You hated that. Hated that he was here but not here.

You let out a frustrated sigh, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you threw the blanket off and slipped out of bed. Your feet carried you down the hall before your brain could catch up.

The TV was on, casting a soft glow over the living room. Marshall was curled up on his side, one arm tucked under his head, the other resting on his stomach. His hoodie had slipped slightly, revealing his bare forearm, and you noticed the way his fingers twitched slightly in his sleep.

You should go back to bed. You should not be doing this.

But you stepped closer anyway.

"Marshall," you whispered, reaching out to shake his shoulder gently.

He stirred, brow furrowing before his eyes fluttered open. When they landed on you, confusion flickered across his tired face. "You okay?" His voice was rough from sleep.

No. You weren’t.

You swallowed hard. "I can’t sleep."

He blinked at you for a moment, like he wasn’t sure if this was real. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "Come to bed."

His brows lifted slightly, and he hesitated, like he thought this might be some kind of trick. "You sure?"

You weren’t. Not even a little. But you needed him.

So instead of answering, you reached for his hand and tugged.

Marshall let out a breath, then slowly sat up. He didn’t say anything as he followed you down the hall, back to the room that had felt unbearably empty all night.

When you slipped under the covers, he hesitated just for a second before climbing in beside you, careful, like he didn’t want to overstep.

But the second he was close enough, your body moved on instinct. You turned toward him, pressing your face into his chest, gripping the fabric of his hoodie.

His arms wrapped around you instantly. Like they belonged there. Like they always had.

His lips pressed against the top of your head. "I’m so sorry," he whispered.

Your fingers curled tighter into his hoodie. "I know," you murmured.

And for the first time in a week, you finally slept.

---

It was 2 am when you woke up.

You didn’t know if you were still mad.

You should be, right?

The anger had been so sharp, so heavy when you first left. Even when you came home, it sat there in your chest, reminding you of every time he had broken a promise, every time he had made you feel like second place to everything else in his life.

But now?

Now, wrapped up in his arms, his slow, steady breaths warming the top of your head, the anger felt… dulled. Muted. Like it had been smothered by the quiet comfort of this.

Of him.

You told yourself you weren’t going to do this. That you weren’t going to let him back in so easily. That making up with him couldn’t be as simple as crawling into bed and letting him hold you like nothing had happened.

But as you lay there, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your cheek, you weren’t sure if you cared anymore.

All you knew was that it had been a week without this, without him, and you had felt every single second of it.

Marshall shifted slightly, his arms tightening around you, like some part of him was afraid you’d slip away if he let go. His lips pressed against your forehead, barely more than a ghost of a touch, but enough to make your chest ache.

You sighed, pressing your face deeper into his chest.

"Still mad at me?" His voice was low, raspy with sleep, hesitant.

You exhaled slowly. "I don’t know," you admitted.

He was quiet for a moment, his hand smoothing absentmindedly up and down your back. "That’s fair."

And it was.

You should still be mad. Maybe you were. Maybe it would hit you again in the morning, that frustration, that hurt.

But right now, with his warmth surrounding you, the weight of his arm draped over you like a shield from the rest of the world, all you felt was safe.

You hadn’t meant to start thinking about it. You wanted to just enjoy the safety of your husband's arms.

You had wanted to just lay there, wrapped in Marshall’s arms, pretending—at least for tonight—that everything was okay. That things hadn’t changed. That you hadn’t changed.

But the thoughts came anyway.

And the more you let them settle in, the more they made sense.

It wasn’t just about him missing the flight. It wasn’t just about another broken promise. It was about all the little things that had been slipping through the cracks long before that.

Because deep down, you had known.

You had felt it.

The way he didn’t hold you like he used to. The way his kisses had become something absentminded, routine, instead of the kind that stole your breath. The way he was always just a little distracted, a little distant.

You had noticed. You had ignored it.

But when it came to the girls? That was where you drew the line.

You could accept that maybe things weren’t the same between you and him. Maybe you had let yourself believe that was just how things went after so many years. But when it started touching them—when they started feeling the distance, the absence—that was when it became unforgivable.

"Jesus," you muttered under your breath, shifting slightly against his chest.

Marshall let out a quiet, sleepy huff. "I can hear you thinking."

You let out a breath of a laugh, but it faded quickly.

You hesitated for a long moment, staring at the faint outline of his shoulder in the dark. But he had been honest with you. Maybe you owed him the same.

So you whispered, "I think I knew."

His arms tightened slightly around you. "Knew what?"

"That you weren’t holding me the same anymore," you admitted. "That you didn’t kiss me the same anymore." You swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "But I still wanted you to treat the girls the same way you always had."

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t move.

The silence stretched so long that you almost regretted saying it. Almost started to pull away.

But then—

His arms tensed.

And in one smooth motion, he rolled, shifting you beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress before you could catch your breath.

Your heart jumped.

He stared down at you, his face barely visible in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. But you could feel it—the way something in him had cracked, broken wide open.

"Marshall—"

And then his lips crashed into yours.

This wasn’t habit. This wasn’t routine.

This was desperate.

Like he had been starving for you. Like he had been holding back for years, and the dam had finally burst.

You gasped into his mouth, fingers instinctively tangling into his hoodie. He pressed closer, deepening the kiss, pouring every unspoken word into it, every apology, every regret.

His hands framed your face, tilting your head up, and God, this was what you had been missing.

This was the way he used to kiss you.

Like he needed you.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. He rested his forehead against yours, his hands still cradling your face.

"You’re right," he murmured, voice rough. "I stopped holding you the way I should’ve. I stopped kissing you the way I should’ve." His thumb brushed over your cheek. "But I never stopped loving you."

Tears burned at the back of your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. Instead, you pulled him down again, kissing him just as desperately, hoping he could feel it—

That you knew.

That maybe, just maybe, you were finally getting back to where you belonged.

You both were breathless, caught in the haze of what had just happened, and neither of you seemed to know exactly how to go forward.

Marshall’s chest rose and fell rapidly against yours as he held himself over you, eyes dark with something you hadn’t seen in years. It was like he was looking at you for the first time in a long time. Like maybe all the time he had spent fighting his own feelings was finally catching up to him—and you.

Your lips were swollen from his kiss, the taste of him still lingering. Your heart hammered in your chest, a rush of emotions flooding through you that you hadn’t let yourself feel in so long.

But as you lay there, still tangled in the sheets, something gnawed at you.

You had kissed him like that again—like you used to—and it felt right, but now, you needed to understand why. You needed to know why it had gotten this far, why things had gotten so strained between you two.

You reached up, your fingers brushing against his jawline. Marshall froze, his breath hitching as his eyes met yours, but you were already speaking, your voice soft yet firm. "Why, Marshall? Why did you stop?"

He swallowed, his eyes flicking down to your lips before he glanced away, as if the truth was too heavy to bear. There was something in the way he pulled away, just a little, as if to put distance between himself and the intensity of the moment.

He finally exhaled and shifted, pushing himself up on his elbows, looking down at you with a strange vulnerability that you hadn't seen in a long time. “I didn’t want to pressure you," he admitted quietly. "I knew you were juggling everything—two kids, the house, your job... and I figured you didn’t need me putting my shit on top of that." His gaze turned distant for a moment, and when he looked back at you, his voice cracked just a little. “I didn’t want to be the guy who just added more weight to your shoulders.”

You stared at him, feeling the sting of his words hit you harder than expected. You bit your lip and took a breath. “But I wanted it,” you said softly, your hand lifting to touch his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw, as if to remind him that you were still here, still with him. “I wanted your pressure, Marshall. I wanted you to want me... like you used to. Not just as the mom of our kids. Not just someone who takes care of everything. I wanted to be the woman you desired. The one you needed.”

Marshall’s gaze softened, and his lips parted like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t know how. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the guilt he carried for not realizing this sooner.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was barely a whisper.

You shook your head slowly, feeling the weight of everything you had kept locked inside. "I don’t know," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I thought maybe if I just did everything right—if I took care of everything—you’d see me as that woman again. But... I wasn’t being her, was I?"

Marshall closed his eyes, his chest tightening as he took a breath. Then, slowly, he shook his head. “No... I didn’t see it. I couldn’t see it through everything else.”

You bit your lip, your emotions swirling inside of you. "But you don’t have to carry everything alone, Marshall. We’re a team, remember? We’re in this together. I wanted to be there with you, not just for you... not just as the mom."

He looked down at you, his hand coming to gently cradle your face. "God, I’ve been so fucking blind," he muttered. "I didn’t even realize how much I was holding back, thinking I was protecting you by staying distant." His hand trailed down your neck, fingers pressing softly against your skin, as if to reestablish the connection between you. "I’m sorry. I... I’m so sorry."

You shook your head, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. "You never have to apologize for wanting me, Marshall. You never have to apologize for wanting us to be more than just parents."

He leaned down then, his forehead resting against yours. His breath mingled with yours, soft and steady. "I promise you, I won’t hold back anymore," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You’ll always be the woman I want, first and foremost. Not just the mom... you."

Your heart thudded in your chest, a sense of relief washing over you, but the knot in your stomach remained—this wasn’t something that would be fixed in one night. But for the first time in a long time, you felt like you might actually be able to breathe again. Like the weight was being lifted.

You didn’t have all the answers, and you didn’t know how everything would play out. But in that moment, as you lay beneath him, arms wrapped around each other, you felt like you were finally getting back to what you both had been missing.

And that was enough—for now.

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Chapter 2

Masterlist

A/N: Ok I was planning to publish, like every Wednesday but I was so busy that I couldn't. Still it's San Valentines day and week, I won't let it pass. Also I have something planned for this day but well my days and my schedule didn't fit.

However! Happy Valentine's Day 😘

Thanks for reading! 🍒

To her surprise the next day Monet came running like every morning after finishing her two hour painting, of course with more breaks than painting from time to time.

Just this time, he came with a strange fluffy toy.

“Monet!” She goes down taking the toy of his snout looking around expecting to find the owner of the toy.

Instead the only one she found is Officer Lynch finish his shift. “Oh Y/N, leaving too?”

Y/N smiles; since she added painting in her morning routine Officer Lynch always make sure she stay safe, when Monet was include to the equation, he secure multiple eyes are on him.

“That’s what I’m trying but I’m afraid Monet took this from someone.” Y/N stands with the toy in her hands grabbing her bag and the canva.

“No!, that’s his.” Officer Lynch smiles leaving more confuse Y/N. “Joey gives to him.”

Y/N sees Monet tapping his paws for she gave him back his toy. “What?”

“Joey and he are…making a special friendship, he came the day before Christmas to give him this, but I guess you went out, then after New Year still you didn't come until today.”Officer Lynch smiles when Monet sniff his hand.

Y/N feel confused, her dog has a friend? “Yeah, we went with my father and then I had tons of work so I wasn’t able to come until today.”

“That explained a lot of things.” The man patted Monet's head. “Don’t worry Y/N, Joey is such a good guy, I dare to say one of a kind.” He smiles at Y/N who keeps confused and intrigue. “Both of them are taking care of each other, trust me.”

“Ok?”

Y/N can barely answer but her eyes back to the toy in her hands and the fact that actually could be one of the reasons, these days Monet just needs to perk out at their house for he starts to look around the block observing his surroundings like he was actually expecting someone.

Joe leaves the park with a wide smile on his face, he arrived there earlier than he does, doing his usual routine expecting that little spotted puppy came running.

20 minutes later, Joe sees him appearing among the trees with his green bandanna over his neck moving the tail side to side.

“Hey buddy!” Monet sits waiting for Joe's hands pat his head to stand on his two legs. “A few days and this cast will be history.”

Monet sees the bump in his hoodie and smells it. “Right, Merry Christmas and happy New Year.” Joe giggles seeing the puppy smelling incessantly as he opens the package.

Monet grabs it right away, biting it over the ground as Joe sits on the bench observing the dog, a few minutes later, Monet puts it over his lap, waiting as he sits.

“I can’t actually throw that far with the other one.” Monet tilted his head. “But what about short distances?”

That’s how they spend the time with Joe throwing the toy, then Monet searching for it walking back and repeating the action until both of them sit on the grass.

“Water?” Officer Lynch asked in his last lap around the park.

Joe sees the bottle and accepts it; the question is how Monet will drink? “I think I need a plate or something.”

Officer Lynch give him one. “Mrs. Howk always had one in case Monet visited her.”

Mrs. Howk is a lady that used to come every morning to feed the doves or birds in the middle of the park.

The Officer Lynch couldn’t avoid smiling seeing that to boys drinking water worn-out even they just play for a short time.

“That’s his present?” He saw the fluffy toy in front of Monet.

“Yeah, I seriously start to believe he loves it.” Joe sees Monet laid on to his left, clearly tired.

“I guess he does.” For the Officer Lynch is adorable the bond he’s abel to witness, increasing day by day, after all that’s the reason why people said dogs are the bestfriends of people.

“Morning.” Savannah enters her friend's house with her PJ's; Nora has a morning training that probably Savannah forgets.

Dragging her to the couch, she laid down, closing her eyes as Monet starts to sniff her, all he can reach.

Savannah laughs when Monet takes the pillow from her face so she can give her attention to him.

“Ok, sorry, sorry, hi boy.” Monet barks, laying his head on the top of her tummy.

Y/N smiles. “Breakfast?”

“And coffee.” Y/N turns around to get the coffee machine ready.

“Hey, that’s a fabulous toy.” Savannah said standing from the couch, her hair tossing in every possible direction. “Where did you find it?”

Y/N quickly sees the fluffy toy over Monet's bed. It’s been a couple of weeks since Monet has it and already looks like it’s had 3 years of use.

The first day after he had it, Y/N was surprised by the fact Monet barks next to his bed where the toy was. It took her a couple of seconds to realize he wanted to take it for their morning in the park. The following weeks that toy was already in the bag next to the door, the one Y/N takes to the park every morning with her paintbrush and cans of paint along with a few snacks and water of Monet.

“You don’t need permission, huh?” Y/N sat kneeling in front of her dog who looks at her big shiny eyes, like she’s the only person he loves.

Y/N giggles and kisses his head before putting his collar on. “I love you so much, you know that?”

Monet barks, liking the first part he has at the reach, her arm.

Y/N serves two plates, and cups of coffee before serving Monet’s food. “I don’t. Monet’s friend gave it to him.”

“What?” Savannah laughs. “Monte has a friend, ok, who?”

Y/N pat Monet’s head as he smells his food. “I don’t know.”

Savannah choke with her coffee. It’s not a secret that Monet used to spend free time around the park; she already witness too, he goes first with the man of the coffee, who always has his small cart for selling coffee and with the wise recommendation of Y/N a small treat for him, then he spends time with the lady who feeds birds follow he taking his time with the officer before spend some time in the bench between the trees where you can see the strange conjunction among the old houses and clear big sky at the back.

But Y/N knows them really well, she used to spend her days there when she was a kid, her grandparents not living so far away from there; after she decided to come back it’s like the time didn’t pass.

Savannah alarms ring when the dog she loves so deep, has a friend and she doesn't even know who it is.

“And you’re ok with that?!” Savannah sees her friend sitting in front of her calmly.

“Officer Lynch knows him, he calls him Joey.” Y/N lift her shoulders. “For the name probably it’s a kid that plays with him before going to school.”

Y/N giggles seeing her friend that bewildered. “Come on Sav! I don’t want to scare a little boy saying, <Hey don’t play with my dog.>” Y/N remember who badly she wanted a dog when she was a kid but the resources and time weren't appropriate.

And she's reluctant to take that small connection with a kid that probably has been through the same.

“Monet is so happy every time he comes back with me after playing with his friends and probably the kid too. That’s what matters, right?”

Savannah observer at Monet, soon he will be 6 months older and he’s growing up so quickly and big, besides that’s what she works with him every weekend, training him for any unexpected event.

Savannah works in a physiotherapy for dogs and training them too, she knows for sure, if that Joey kid could be mean, Monet simply walks away.

“Happy and healthy dog.” Savannah said, as Y/N nods with a bite of her waffles in her mouth.

Still the name keeps resembling something Nora mentions the time she took Monet for a walk.

For Ja’Marr it was equally impressive, every time he sees Joe these last weeks he’s so determined to recover and improve every day, along with the rehabilitation, the fact he’s taking piano classes and his new dog-friend makes Joe take things with calm but confidence.

“You play with the dog, he helps you to stay calm and relax, then you wait for the next day and do the same.”Ja’Marr jokes.

They meet for dinner in Joe’s new home. “What does the dog and the owner have in exchange for that?”

Joe chuckles, he already thinks about it, with the multiple things he could do to help her and Monet.

“Monet.” Ja’Marr giggles for his friend's correction.

“Right, sorry, Monet.” Chase takes out the salad of the food they order. “I know a little bit about dogs, but they eat, sleep, drink and need vet things.“ He points at his friend with the fork. “And that sounds expensive.”

Those words keep Joe’s mind busy all night and in the morning increasing when Monet and he start to play, seeing the fur of Monet shine with the sun and the fact he's always clean and healthy.

Monet brings the toy for Joe, takes it and throws, with more force than he wanted due to being immersed in his own thoughts, he knows it for the time Monet takes for coming back with nothing.

“Shoot.” Joe mumbles when he sees Monet smelling around the place, still finding nothing.

They lose track of time until a text from his assistant announces they have been waiting for him for 20 minutes, he observes a Monet with regretful eyes as the dogs keep looking around the place with the hope of finding his toy.

Officer Lynch appears in the path with worried eyes, it’s been tree times since Monet has been called; Y/N already called him knowing if Monet is with him or has been see him and with who.

“Thank God!” He’s relieved to see Monet and Joe together. “Hey boy, time to go, they’re looking for you at the entrance.”

Still Monet observers Joe begging for his toy, making his heart squeeze.

“Can I borrow one of these and a pen?” He has an idea, that will, if he's lucky enough to help him to have some type of contact with his owner.

“Shit!” Y/N was about to run to the back of the park with his heart almost coming out of her chest when Monet appears running up the path.

Y/N collapsed on the floor hugging Monet so tight by the neck feeling all the air she's been containing finally out, taking the weight from her chest.

“God! I was so scared.” Monet breathes incessantly as he moves his head around.

What calls for her attention is a strange crunch around his neck under the bandanna; she lifted it carefully and saw a small roll of paper.

“What is this?” She observes her dog with narrow eyes as she unrolls a fine?

“YOU HAVE A FINE?!” Y/N sits on the ground chuckling at the funny situation of her dog carrying a fine.

The scrappy writing helps her to understand.

>I'm so sorry, I lost the toy of Monet and we're searching for it so he refused to go and… I'm so sorry to make you feel worried, I'll fix it I promise.

-JB

Y/N sees Monet thinking how bad the kid must be feeling for lost the toy and probably being search by Officer Lynch around the park.

“We will fix this later, now, I'm going to work late, let's go boy.” Monet barks as she puts the leash in his collar.

That's what she plans until the meeting that afternoon, things are going pretty well and the company has a last minute plan for Valentine's day, one more time she is stuck in her house for days.

Y/N loves her work, she never dreams about working in webtoons, however from the first second she was linked with the first writer she knew, she found her dream job.

“Y/N!” Savannah screams from the entrance letting go Monet for finding his owner. “We're here.”

Monet does his routine, the one he does every time he comes back home with her, before going to drink water.

“One minute!” Y/N mixing the colours properly makes the transition smoother.

“Pizza?” Savannah is tired, she loved cooking unless she's tired

“Sure.”

Savannah perks to the room. “Hey, Nora couldn't take him to the park, but he's been my help dog these days.”

Y/N smirks, the last thing she could picture is Monet helping, he’s an amazing boy but with so much energy for helping dogs who are recovering.

“Believe me, I bet some ladies are following him more than I expect.” Savannah said walking back with her phone in her hands ready for making the order.

Y/N takes a quick glimpse of the canva next to her, the park when the summer begins, and couldn't avoid worrying for the little kid who probably is expecting Monet every day.

She laid her down head on the chair. “Wait a little bit kid, but I'm stuck here.”

Two pizzas later, they crash on the carpet, Savannah jumps remembering something.

“Oh, I've been asking and nothing.” Savannah turns around her head to see Y/N “No one knows where we can find a toy like that.”

All these days Y/N has been searching on the internet, in her small runaways to the mall but nothing.

Y/N sighs, she hopes to be able to go to the park for Monet goes with his friend.

“You will take the fine with you?” For Savannah, it is still a hilarious story about small talk through a fine.

Y/N giggles. “How will communicate with him?” She keeps that fine in her bag. “I don't want to scare him going to him with Monet after disappearing for days.”

Y/N feels already bad thinking probably the kid believes it's his fault and she's mad.

“I choose the notes over the talk.”

Joe feels awful he goes back searching for a new toy but they ran out of it. So he went to the park moving his hands against each other trying to find the words to introduce to Monet's owner but all seemed worse than the last one.

“Hey I'm Joe, I lost your dog's toy, besides he's been with me these days helping with the recovery and more than that.”

He gets down his head, that definitely sounds awkward.

It only increases after the second day Monet didn't appear, and Officer Lynch said he hasn’t see him either.

She's mad, definitely mad.

Either way Joe continued going every morning hoping to find Monet but for two weeks he didn't come.

The following week he had things to do outside of Cincinnati but his mind couldn't avoid thinking about his furry friend.

“Morning Joe.” Officer Lynch said founding him at the entrance after finishing his shift. “A little bit late, huh?”

It's around 9 am, by that time he's usually back at home having his breakfast, still he just goes there for a routine.

“A little friend has been waiting for you for a long time.” Joe opened his eyes running to the beach as he said thanks to the Officer who giggled; Joe looks like a kid running to see a lifetime friend.

Monet was the first one to hear him and smell him, by the time Joe was about to see the bench Monet was barking, running to him gasping as moves around him happy to see him.

Joe kneels and the long licks in his hand as the sniffing around him, is his clear show of love.

“I miss you too buddy.” Joe patted him from his head to his back before hugging him around his neck.

The crunchy sound calls for his attention, by Monet eager movements his bandanna moves and he sees the fine and his writing.

“Is it for me?” Monet sees him gasping.

He unties the fine around his collar.

>We're not mad! I'm sorry I had tons of work these weeks. Don't worry I'll keep looking for the toy, it helps me if you tell me where you find it.

P.D. Monet loves freebies.

P.D 2 It's been a week, please Monet miss his friend, don't stop playing with him.

It's just a simple mistake.

P.D 3 Why am I even writing this? 😂

The perfectly drawn emoji makes Joe giggles, as the first P.D where the ink is more dull helps him to understand in fact she’s been writing every week he wasn’t here.

“It's kind of witty your owner, huh?” Joe scratches the back of his head.

Monet carefully smells his hand still with a bandage on it.

“Oh, I'm getting better.”

Joe takes another look at the note one more time, smirking at the fact she actually writes in blue or green tint.

“A frisbee, I can get more than one, you know.” He kisses Monet's head. “A colour in mind?”

Monte barks jumping over him in a clear sign of bliss.

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Tag:@harryweeniee @hellsingalucard18

#joe burrow #joe shiesty #fic #fanfic #joe burrow bengals #joe burrow fic #joe x reader “joe burrow fan fic #joe brrr #joseph lee burrow #nfl fic

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strawbearry-writes · 1 day ago

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"Missed your muffins,"

a story about amy owning a cute bakery, and sonic coming to visit her often!

tags- fluff! sfw f/m

~~~

Whoosh!

A blue hedgehog was running around town to practice the next time he needed to beat his enemy. Well, that was until he caught a familiar sight through time.

Skkrt!

He stopped at a building with a wooden sign above the doors, saying “The Rose Cafe.” A pretty little bakery with roses painted on the outer walls, which were painted in different shades of red and pink. It was small but people would come often, mostly for the homemade rose matcha latte. One of them, being the blue blur himself. Whenever he’s not busy or bored he goes to the cafe, but he doesn’t usually go just for the homemade goods.

As he opened the door, a little jingle of the bell was heard. It alerted a pink hedgehog with a bob and red headband, behind a counter, who was cleaning it.

“Sonic!”

Amy Rose was the one who opened this store, whenever she wasn’t too busy helping Sonic and the crew, she opened her cafe, and baked delicious pastries. They were family recipes that she wanted to share with everyone. As you would assume the bakery would open on an irregular schedule, but it was usually everyday from 10am-4:00pm. It was currently 3:15 p.m, which isn’t her busiest time, so there were only around 2-3 people here.

She would usually have people help but it seemed that she was alone, or maybe they were baking.

“Hey Ames! How are ya?” Sonic asked as he made his way to the counter. “Hope I’m not distracting you from anything important?”

“Oh, not really. We’re not really busy here anyway.” Amy responded casually while her gaze on the counter she’s cleaning. “I’m just taking a break, meanwhile knuckles and silver are helping me with baking.”

She looked at Sonic slyly, while saying, “Are you actually gonna buy anything this time?” Sonic felt warmth coming to his cheeks, but he still tried to play it cool as he hoped that Amy didn’t notice. “W-well, I, uh-,”

“What would you like to order, Sonic?” Amy said as she looked at the screen of her cash register, interrupting the stuttering hedgehog.

“Well, are you on the menu?” Sonic thought, but all that came out of his mouth was, “You don’t happen to have those lemon-blueberry muffins do you?”

Amy’s head shot up. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, “You remember the muffins that I used to give you?”

“Of course! They were like the best things I’ve ever tasted,” Sonic smiled, his eyes slightly squinting closed, his hand scratching the back of his head. “How could I forget?”

Amy looked at the hedgehog as he smiled. His blue quills, shining with the sun’s reflection, his cocky smile turning into a genuine grin. After all they’ve been through, he still remembers, the times where she would walk up to him, basket in hand, smile on her face, saying some type of compliment, which was received with a smile and a “Thanks, Ames” as he sped off to who knows where, doing who knows what. She always thought that he would just forget about them, since at that time he seemed to be busy, she had stopped giving him pastries as often. And with Eggman’s continuous schemes, even less. But that fact that he just remembered…

“Um, Ames?” Amy blinked. She had zoned out.

“Huh?”

“Um, the muffins?” Sonic asked.

Amy gave a small smile, and said, “Yes, we do have some.”

“Great! Could I get two please?”

“Yup!,” She went under the counter to grab 2 lemon-blueberry muffins, she then put them in a brown paper bag. “5.69, please,”

Sonic paid her before saying, “See you later, Ames!” Then running off to once again who knows where.

…

It was now 4:25 pm, and Ames had closed up shop and was walking home, though there weren't many people at the Cafe today, the visit from Sonic made her ecstatic, though it didn’t seem like it when she was with him. She had learned to control the emotions she showed. However, it doesn’t seem like he knows how to.

As she walked towards her house, she saw a brown bag on her doorstep, the same type as the ones from her store. She picked up the bag, and opened it.

There were jasmine flowers, a pink rose, some strawberries, and a lemon-blueberry muffin. There was also a note, saying,

“Was strolling around the place.

Got some stuff that reminded me of you, thought you’d like it.

I’m free tomorrow and if Eggman doesn’t cause any chaos,

I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. Let me know if you

want to. Missed your muffins, they were great as always.”

Catch ya later,

Sonic

Amy chuckled as she finished reading the note, red on her cheeks. She then put the note back it the bag, knowing that as soon she got inside, she would leave once more to leave him a note that said,

“Of course!”

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author's note- this is my first ever fanfic that I have written so apologies if kinda cringe, i'll take any tips, but overall i'm pretty happy with the results! also let me know if I made any mistakes, thanks for reading! <3

#sonamy #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic x amy #sonamy fanfiction #fluff #fanfic #valentines day #pretend it's valentine's day lol

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 days ago

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Same love, new moments

Adriana Lima x Male Reader

Request - Reader performs at the Victoria Secret(VS) shows from 2013-2018, During this time Reader and Adriana get closer, they have great chemisty during the shows and subtly flirt while performing (Singing and Model walking), Adriana gets files for separation from her current husband in 2014 which is completed in 2016, Reader and Adriana get into a relationship in 2014 (Reader continues singing at VS shows this time Adriana and Reader have fun while flirting and performing).

Year- 2013

You arrived at the Victoria's Secret fashion show in New York, with your band. You come out of your dressing room while walking lost in your thoughts, someone comes up behind you and touches your ribs making you jump and you turn around fast.

“Adriana!” You said out loud

She is laughing

“I scared you, Y/N” Adriana smiled

“No, you didn't. I wasn't scared” You said

She gives you a hug and she doesn't stop giggling.

“I’m happy you are back to perform, Y/N. What song are you going to sing?” Adriana said

“It’s a new song called ‘Stay the Night’ I think you will like the new song. Sorry, I didn't call you back two days ago I was busy working on the song, when I wanted to call it was late” You said

“It’s fine, Y/N. I understand that you are busy with music” Adriana said

“Are you okay? I saw the rumors online” You said

“t’s true, he cheated,” Adriana said sadly

“You don't deserve that. If you want to talk about it I'm here for you, Adriana” You said

“Thank you,” Adriana said

You give her a tight hug and she sighed, then you rub her back gently. After the hug, she went to get ready and you were happy to see her. You only said yes to perform just to see Adriana. You and Adriana are good friends but you are in love with her, but she is married and she would never cheat. You haven't told her how you feel because she is married, you always wish she was single. You have written many songs and it's all about her, but she doesn't know.

Everything is ready for the show and Adriana is ready. Your band got on the stage and the models stand in line waiting for their cue. The band starts to play the new song, then you start to sing and the crowd likes the new song. Adriana is starting to like the new song and she starts to smile. Two models went on stage, you winked at them then moved closer to the edge of the stage and kept singing. The crowd is cheering for you and the band, now Adriana goes on then head to the middle of the stage.

You and Adriana are smiling at each other, you grab her hand. You keep singing to her then you spin her around and she winks at you. You get flirty with her then she heads backstage and you start to sing the next song. Adriana’s friends noticted how flirty you were with her

“He is in love with you,” Lily said

“He isn't in love with me. He sings like that to all the models” Adriana said

“You are blind. He doesn't sing like that to every model, the way he looks at you is only for you. If you were single, you should give him a chance” Lily smiled

Lily and Adriana start to change outfits. More models head to the stage and you start to sing another song. Again, you were flirty with Adriana and everyone could see the chemistry.

After the show… you and your friends got invited to a party the party is held in an expensive condo. You are talking to few people then you take pictures with a few friends. Adriana is at the party and she is smiling at you

“Y/N, I really liked the new song” Adriana smiled

“I’m glad you liked it. You looked amazing like always” You said

You didn't care about anyone else at the party, all your focus was on her. You and Adriana managed to sneak away and head to the balcony.

“I thought you weren't coming to the party,” You said

“I got into a fight with Marko. I didn't want to be home and I knew you would be here so I came to the party” Adriana said

“We can go somewhere else if you don't want to be here,” You said

“I don't want to be here,” Adriana said

“Let’s go,” You said

She leaves the party with in a yellow cab. You have an apartment in Soho, you take her to your place. You live alone and she looks around and its a little bit messy due to the boxes and guitars.

“Sorry about the mess, I didn't have time to clean,” You said

“It’s okay. Your girlfriend won't mind that I’m here?” Adriana said

“I been single for two years now. I mostly been focusing on new songs” You said

“I always wanted to learn how to play guitar” Adriana said

“I can show you. Come here” You said

She followed you to the living room, you gave her your favorite guitar. She sits on the couch and you show her how to hold it. Next, you show her how to create a cord. She does try and you tell her how to move your fingers.

A bit later, you made tea for her. She starts to vent to you about her marriage, you want to confess your love to her but now it's not a good time. After a while of talking, she asked questions about your music. You and Adriana just started to talk random stuff and she feels comfortable talking to you.

———

Year; 2014

Adriana is happy that you will get to perform again for the Victoria’s Secret fashion show. She is in New York and she is heading to your apartment and she wanted to surprise you. Before she knocked on the door, you opened the door and there was a women behind you. You said bye to her, she hugged you then she left.

“ Adriana, hi” You smiled

“I wanted to see you but seems you are busy,” Adriana said

“I’m not busy now but come in,” You said

She follows you into the apartment.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Adriana asked

“No. She is just a friend and she has a girlfriend already which I met before. So, what you want to tell me” You said

“I don't want to be with Marko. I filed for legal separation, I know the marriage can't be saved anymore because I’m not in love with him anymore and he has already a girlfriend” Adriana said

“You and your daughters desvrse to be happy. It won't be easy to officially be divorced” You said

“I know, Y/N. But I know you will be there for me. I’m not sad that I won't be married to him. I’m happy that you will perform at the fashion show” Adriana said

“I was surprised they asked and we said yes” You smiled

You ask questions about her daughters and she likes that you care about them also. You haven't met her daughters but she does talk about them to you.

A few days later…

You are performing at the fashion show again. The band is playing and you started to sing now the models are starting to come out. The crowd is starting to cheer louder for you and the models. Now, Adriana walks out and she grabs your hand. You walk alongside her, and she is smiling at you. You keep singing to her then she blows a kiss at you. She walks away and you keep singing then she goes backstage to change outfits. You play a final song and Adriana sings along to the song.

After your performance, Adriana went to see you in your dressing room.

“I wanted to say that you were amazing and I loved the song” Adriana smiled

“Thanks. The song was about you, Adriana” You said

“I know. The models said you don't look at them with heart eyes, just to me” Adriana said

“I didn't say anything because you were married and I know you are not the type to cheat,” You said

“I like you, Y/N. I thought you were dating that women from your apartment and I was a little jealous,” Adriana said

“Oh. She isn't into men and she was teaching me how to speak Portuguese” You said

“You are learning Portuguese?” Adriana asked in shock

“Still learning, I just learned the basics. I wanted to learn to impress you-”

She grabbed your shirt, then you felt her tongue going inside your mouth. You start to kiss her back and you put your arms around her waist.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

You wanted to take her to a fancy restaurant but paparazzi would ruin it. Instead you invited her to your apartment, and she arrived wearing a beautiful dress.

“You look beautiful, Adriana,” You said

“Thank you, Y/N” Adriana smiled

She kissed you on the cheek and you don't stop smiling.

“I know you are going through your divorce and I don't want the paparazzi to get the wrong idea. So… but instead we will have dinner here” You said

You didn't want Marko’s lawyer to label her as a cheater or a whore.

“That is nice of you to do that. I didn't know you could cook” Adriana said

“My mom taught me how to cook, she used to date a chef and she learned some stuff. Follow me” You said

You grab her hand and she follows you to the roof. You look at her and she gasped

“Oh my god, Y/N”

“Do you like it?” You asked

You decorated the roof with lights, flowers, a table with a candle in the middle and you grabbed the rose.

“I love it, Y/N. This is like in the movies” Adriana smiled

“This rose is for you,” You said

She gives a peck on the lips then she grabs the rose. She smelled the rose and she didn't stop smiling. You take her to the table and you uncover the food, she sits down then you sit down.

“To our official first date,” You said

“Yes, to our first date and more to come” Adriana smiled

“Yes,” You said

You and Adriana start to eat the food, she likes it. You and Adriana start to talk about movies and then random topics. After dinner, you and Adriana stand by the edge of the roof and watch the fireworks. You have your arm around her waist and she moves closer.

“I’m glad to be here with you” Adriana said

“I feel the same way and I don't want anyone else,” You said

You and Adriana stare into each other eyes. You kiss her on the lips and she starts to kiss you back.

The relationship is a secret. She is still going through the divorce with Marko, you wish the process would go fast. You met Adriana at the park, she wanted you to meet her daughters. You are feeling nervous because you don't want to screw it up.

She can see that you are trying. You started to ask them what stuff they like and they started to talk to you.

——-

Year: 2016.

Adriana has been officially divorced in 2015. You and Adriana are still dating and the relationship is a secret. She is happy that her daughters like you and you always show that you care about them. You and Adriana are madly in love and she only wants to be with you. She has been teaching you how to speak Portuguese, some words are to pronounce but you don't stop.

Again, you are performing at the fashion show. But it's going to be different and you are freaking out. You are singing along with Taylor Swift on stage and your band knows what you are going to do. They always supported the relationship. You and Taylor keep singing, now the models are coming out. When Adriana comes out, you grab her hand and you two are walking together then you stopped her in the middle of the stage. You take out the ring and the music stopped and Adriana is confused about what is going on, you grab her hand.

“Adriana, I love you. You are the only woman I want and you are the only one who has my heart. I want to be there for you and your daughters no matter what. Will you marry me, Adriana Lima?” You asked

Your heart feels like it will rip out of your chest. Everyone is speechless and everyone is waiting for her answer. Nobody knew that you were her boyfriend.

“Oh, I love you so much Y/N and I want to marry you,” Adriana said

She nods and you out the ring on her finger. Everyone started to cheer for you and Adriana, then you stood up and kissed her on the lips. She is hugging you tight and your friends are happy.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

Year- 2018

You and Adriana are still married and you take care of Adriana and her daughters. You bought a big house with enough space for everyone but Marko still doesn't like you and you don't care about his opinions.

It’s Adriana's final fashion show with Victoria’s secret. Its a bittersweet moment for her and everyone is happy for Adriana.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Yeah. I can't believe this is my final show” Adriana said

“So many memories,” You said

“Yeah, but I'm glad how everything went when I first started then meeting you then you being here for my final show,” Adriana said

You smiled and she kissed on the cheek. You leave and you head to the stage and the music starts to play. You start to sing a new song and first model to come out is Adriana. Everyone started to cheer louder for her and she started to wave at everyone, then she kissed you on the cheek and walked away. More models start to come out they all smile at Adriana, now she starts to change outfits in the back.

The show finished, but you walk out on stage with your wife. She starts to make a speech about her life starting as Victoria’s serect model in 1999. You hold her hand and you listen to her speech and you are happy for her and how her career went.

“I want to thank my husband for always supporting me and be there for me since the beginning. Y/N, thank you. I’m happy they picked you to perform from day one and for my final show” Adriana said

She gives you the microphone

“I’m glad to perform for your final show. I love you and I won't change anything of I had to do it again from the start” You smiled

She hugged you and you gently rubbed her back. You wiped her tears away and she doesn't stop smiling.

———

2025;

You and Adriana are still going strong. She have birth a baby girl two years ago and her daughters are teenagers now. Adriana gave birth to twin boys a month ago, she is feeding the boys in the highchair while looking at family pictures then you walk into the kitchen.

“Hey beautiful” You winked

“Hello, handsome. Just came back from shopping?” Adriana said

“Yeah, they got new clothes and sneakers and also I bought new toys,” You said

“Y/N, she has enough toys” Adriana said

“I know but you know her puppy eyes are my weakness,” You said

She giggled then you sat next to her. Then your two duagther runs up to you and Adriana, you picked her up and put her on your lap.

“You were looking at the family pictures?” You asked

“Yes. Remember this picture where we went to Brazil and my family thought you didn't know how to speak Portuguese” Adriana giggled

“Yeah, I remember. Their reaction was funny when i started speaking Portuguese, that was a fun time” You said

She nods then she shows you more pictures. One the twin boys started to cry, you held him and gently patted his back. Your daughter starts to play with her new toy and Adriana while the boys face with a napkin.

Much later, you teach Adriana’s daughters how to drive. They are happy about learning how to drive. You are teaching how to drive in your Range Rover. Adriana stayed home to play with her babies in the living room and she is teaching her duagther how to speak Portuguese.

#Adriana Lima x male reader #Adriana Lima x reader #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #male reader fanfic #male reader insert #male reader imagine #male reader fluff #Adriana Lima imagine

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