#Jacksonville Pressing

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Beach Boys – California Girls

[stevie-baby]

still not over the fact that when i was record shopping in cambridge there was a whole section/crate just for gram

[interestinginfographics]

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[theonion]

In the aftermath of three deaths in a Jacksonville incident that represented the state’s 22nd mass shooting in 2018 alone, Florida officials announced Monday that they had passed a strict ban on being unarmed. “It is abundantly clear that something must be done to stop gun violence in Florida, which is why we’ve made it illegal for residents to not be carrying a firearm at all times,” said Governor Rick Scott in a press conference surrounded by armed legislators where he signed the bipartisan SB 5012, known as the Packing Heat Act, into law.

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[mooosicaldreamz]

follow the signs (supercorp)

this is for @ekingston's crazy prompt-a-whirl thingy. i got fluff + fake dating + forced to share a cab + fortune cookie which was very lucky in my opinion. and they all start with f! wow. anyway here it is, sitting at EXACTLY 1K. here's the thingy if you want to do it too.

Kara is waiting for a cab. It is midnight in Jacksonville, Florida. She’s here for a wedding she’d planned to avoid, but then Mon-El had called her and Kara had lied out her butt and said yes, me and my girlfriend will be there. And it hadn’t even been grammatically correct, let alone true.

Kara didn’t have a girlfriend. She had a career and hopes for a puppy. She and Mon-El had broken up a year ago and that’d been her last romance.

Lena had been a random choice for her fake girlfriend, the only person Kara could think of who she was close enough to ask to participate in this harebrained scheme, but also someone who had never met Mon-El. She and Lena had met at a press conference when Kara had cornered Lena in a hallway and been tased by Lena’s security guards.

Lena had been less than pleased with their actions and had offered Kara a one-on-one interview, and it’d been off to the races from there. It was nice to have a new, different kind of friend - Lena was rich, too smart for her own good, and indulged Kara more than others might advise. Case in point: they are sitting on a bench outside Jacksonville International at midnight.

“I’m starving,” Kara laments, digging through her bag in the hopes that she’ll unearth something.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call a chauffeur?” Lena asks.

“No, the cab should be here soon,” Kara sighs. “I’m sorry for this mess, Lena. I know this probably isn’t how you like to travel.”

“I don’t mind,” Lena shrugs. “Flights get delayed whether they’re private or not, and it’s not as though commercial domestic first class is terrible. I think you’re overestimating my need for fancy things.”

“Tell that to your Balenciaga sweatshirt,” Kara says. Lena smacks at her lazily. She’s so pretty, is the thing. Kara could have gone out and got a real girlfriend, or asked someone Mon-El hadn’t known well, but when she’d settled down a few weeks ago and convinced herself to go through with her nonsensical lie, Lena had been the only option in her mind. She’d been the only option she even wanted to consider.

“Is that them?” Lena asks, nodding as a bright orange cab pulls up. Kara jumps up excitedly - and then stalls as the driver climbs out of the car and comes sprinting around the hood directly at her.

“Kara!” Mon-El yells.

“Frick,” Kara mutters as he pulls her into a hug. She looks over at Lena with wide eyes and makes sure to enunciate: “Mon-El, it’s so good to see you!”

She watches as Lena raises one eyebrow and then sighs loudly with an incredible amount of boredom. It distracts Mon-El enough that Kara can withdraw from his cloying hug. He’s sweating. It’s gross.

“Hi, you must be Kara’s girlfriend!” he says enthusiastically. Lena shuffles closer to Kara’s side until she can grip Kara’s whole elbow in her fingers in a vaguely possessive way. 

“Yes, this is Lena,” Kara says, nearly swallowing her tongue. She and Lena are not really touchy, which is not how Kara would prefer it, but Lena is sometimes shy and unsure and one time Kara had hugged her in greeting and Lena had almost cried, so Kara’s been taking it slow. This is the fourth time they’ve touched with this amount of intention today alone. It’s a new record. Maybe Jacksonville wouldn’t be so bad. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Mon-El,” he grins, looking happy. “Just making a little extra cash before the big day this Sunday. Did you guys just get in?”

“Yeah,” Kara says, grabbing Lena’s suitcase as well as her own and starting to wheel them over to the curb. Mon-El had always hated when she did things that were, per his understanding of the world, things the guy does, which she had on rare occasions found sweet.

It doesn’t matter now, because Kara is swiftly and decisively entering Lena Luthor girlfriend mode. And that includes putting the suitcases in the back of the cab, despite the fact that Lena’s is tagged overweight and nearly breaks her wrist.

When she turns back after shutting the trunk, Lena is smiling at her, and Kara is pretty sure that Jacksonville might really be alright. She takes Lena Luthor girlfriend mode a step further, opening the passenger side door for Lena and waiting gallantly for her to slide in before closing it. 

Mon-El looks giddy when they meet face-to-face at the driver’s side. He points subtly down at the cab and goes, “Dude. Hell yeah.” And then he raises up his hand for a high-five.

When Mon-El hadn’t been the most infuriating boyfriend possible, Kara had liked him. This was one of the reasons why. She smacks her palm into his and then slides into the car, smiling probably dopily over at Lena, who smiles back before digging into her leather tote purse thing and extends, out of nowhere, a fortune cookie.

“I think this is from when we got Chinese last week,” Lena says, shrugging. “If you’re still hungry.”

“I am so hungry, you are the best,” Kara gasps. Lena laughs at her as she pulls the package open and the cab pulls away from the curb. When she cracks it in half, she shoves half of it in her mouth and unfurls the paper. She laughs at what she reads. “It is time you ask that special someone on a date.”

She watches as Lena’s cheeks go a little pink in the lights beginning to whiz by. She’s pretty.

“Oh, Mr. Fortune Cookie, Kara’s already there,” Mon-El says. Lena laughs quietly. Kara reaches out to grasp her hand where it’s clutched in the supple leather of her bag, initiating their fifth consequential touch of the day. Lena looks at her for a long second before she moves to lace their fingers together. 

Jacksonville is gonna be so good. She can feel it.

[honeydippedfiction]

From Touchdowns To Diapers {JB9}

Synopsis: In the midst of a thrilling football season, Joe Burrow steps into fatherhood with his wife, Y/N, as they welcome their baby into the world. Balancing love, laughter, and life’s new challenges, they navigate this beautiful chapter with humor, heart, and a newfound sense of family.

Warnings: Childbirth and Labor Scenes, Mild Language, & Emotional Moments

Themes: Parenthood, Love and Support, Growth and Change, Humor and Playfulness, Family and Togetherness

WC: 16k

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A/N: I'm down bad for dilf!Joe

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Y/N Burrow had become, as she liked to joke, very pregnant. At 38 weeks, the days had blended into a blur of nesting—assembling cribs, picking out onesies, and frantically checking everything off a never-ending list. Her baby girl was just days away from making her debut into the world, and the house had been transformed into a baby’s paradise. Soft pastel colors adorned the nursery walls, a fluffy rug lay in the middle of the floor, and a small, white rocking chair stood proudly by the window.

Joe, on the other hand, was slightly more eager than she was. The NFL season had just started, and with every game, his anxiety seemed to grow exponentially. Not only did his team need to stay focused for the upcoming season, but with every passing week, Y/N’s due date loomed closer, and he couldn’t shake the thought that she might go into labor at any moment—maybe even during a game.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t prepared. She had a checklist of her own—baby essentials, birth plans, and her own brand of optimism. But Joe had morphed into an overly cautious, borderline obsessive husband. He checked in on her constantly, asking if she was okay, if she needed a snack, if she felt anything at all. He hovered, constantly asking if the hospital bag was ready, if the car seat was installed correctly, and—his personal favorite—if she was sure she was okay to be out and about.

That night, the stakes were high. The Bengals were facing off against the Jacksonville Jaguars in a home game that had the whole stadium holding its breath. She had promised Joe she’d stay put at the suite, away from the chaos of the field, but she wasn’t about to miss the action. She was determined to be there, even if she was just a few weeks away from going into labor. “I’m fine, Joe,” she reassured him, glancing at him from across the room as he adjusted his pads. “It’s just Braxton Hicks, nothing serious. We’ve got this.”

Joe tried to stay calm. He wanted to believe her. But he couldn’t ignore the rising tension in his chest. It wasn’t just about the game. It was about her. He watched as she shifted in her seat, her hand pressed lightly to her stomach as she laughed with Robin and Monica. Y/N, despite the uncomfortable contractions, was determined to enjoy herself. But Joe couldn’t help the nervous energy that gripped him.

"Joe, you’re pacing again," Monica called out from the suite. “Why don’t you come sit down? Y/N’s fine. The baby’s fine.”

But Joe shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "I just… I can’t shake it, Monica. What if she goes into labor during the game?" His voice was a mix of exasperation and deep concern.

Monica chuckled, though she could sense the tension in his shoulders. “Joe, relax. You’ve got a whole team on the field, but you’re focused on one person in a suite.”

Joe shot her a half-smile. “I can’t help it. I’m just… nervous.”

Meanwhile, Y/N wasn’t worried. Or at least, she didn’t want to be. The Braxton Hicks contractions came and went like clockwork, a tight, uncomfortable feeling she had read about a dozen times. But nothing prepared her for the feeling that came next.

The stadium was alive with energy. The lights blazed down onto the field, casting long shadows over the turf as the crowd roared with anticipation. The Bengals were in a nail-biting battle, and Joe Burrow’s heart raced, each beat matching the rhythm of the game. She sat in the stands, nestled among family and friends, her eyes locked on her husband as he took the field. There was no way she was missing this.

Her hand rested on her growing belly as she settled into her seat, the familiar tightness in her stomach making her pause for a moment. The Braxton Hicks contractions had been increasing over the past couple of days, but she didn’t think much of it. Everyone had been telling her they were normal. Nothing to worry about. It was all part of the process. But the pressure in her abdomen was a constant reminder—her little one was close to making their grand entrance.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Monica asked from beside her, looking at Y/N with concern in her eyes.

Y/N smiled, waving it off. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just Braxton Hicks. Nothing to worry about.”

She glanced down at the field, watching as Joe huddled with his teammates. His face was a mask of focus, and the way he commanded the offense made her proud. She always admired how calm he was under pressure, especially in moments like this. But today was different. Today, she was determined to be right there beside him, cheering him on. No matter what.

The first half of the game was a wild ride, full of ups and downs. The Bengals were trailing by a field goal, and Joe was pulling out all the stops. His passes were precise, but the defense was relentless, and the opponent seemed to be just a step ahead. The tension in the stadium was thick, the crowd screaming in frustration every time they came close but couldn’t quite close the gap.

“Come on, Joe,” Y/N whispered under her breath as she watched him bark instructions at his teammates. “You’ve got this.”

Monica noticed her tense posture. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re looking a little pale.”

Y/N nodded, but her breath caught as another contraction rolled through her. It wasn’t painful, but it was uncomfortable. “I’m fine. Just a little tightness, nothing to worry about.”

Still, Y/N couldn’t help but clutch her belly as the game went on. Joe was playing with a level of intensity she’d rarely seen before, as if this game meant more than just a win—it was a statement. The clock was winding down in the third quarter, and the Bengals were down by three. Joe threw a perfect pass to Tee Higgins, who made an unbelievable catch, setting up for a potential game-winning field goal.

Y/N held her breath, the familiar tightness in her chest growing stronger. She squeezed Monica’s hand for support as she leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen. Joe was doing everything he could. It was gut-wrenching to watch, the clock ticking away with every second. But the defense was tough, and the Bengals couldn’t seem to close the gap.

As the fourth quarter started, the tension reached a fever pitch. With only two minutes left on the clock, Joe led the team down the field with surgical precision. Pass after pass, each one more daring than the last. He seemed to be everywhere at once, his calm demeanor belying the pressure mounting on him.

“Come on, Joe,” Y/N whispered, holding her stomach as another contraction made itself known. This one was sharper, stronger, and it took a moment for her to steady her breathing. But she still wouldn’t let it show. Not now. Not when her husband was so close to victory.

Joe took the snap, and the crowd held its collective breath as he launched a perfect pass deep down the field. The receiver, covered tightly, jumped, his fingers just brushing the ball. It landed in his hands—a miraculous catch at the two-yard line. The Bengals were in range for a final touchdown.

Y/N gasped, her heart thumping wildly as the crowd exploded around her. It felt like the world stood still for just a second. Joe’s eyes met hers in the stands, and in that moment, she saw everything—the intensity of the game, the pressure, and the love he had for her. The stakes were high, but nothing would make him leave the field now.

With only seconds left, Joe faked a handoff and dashed toward the end zone himself, diving for the touchdown just as the clock ran out. The stadium erupted in cheers.

“We did it!” Y/N screamed, jumping to her feet, her hand instinctively reaching for her belly as a rush of pride and joy filled her chest. The Bengals had done it—they’d won.

The evening air was cool, the stadium lights casting a soft glow over the field as the game finally came to an end. The Bengals had just secured an exhilarating win, and the energy in the locker room was electric. But amidst the celebration, Joe Burrow’s mind wasn’t fully on the victory. His eyes often wandered toward his wife, Y/N, who had been radiating with anticipation the entire game. Her hand was tucked into his, her eyes bright as she smiled through the buzz of excitement around them.

“Great game, babe,” she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek, the warmth of her breath lingering on his skin.

“Thanks,” Joe replied, his lips curling into a grin. “But you know, the real MVP of this night is you.” He squeezed her hand, feeling her warmth and the fluttering anticipation of their little one arriving soon.

They made their way through the bustling hallways of the stadium, Joe leaned down to kiss her, his hand brushing over her belly. “You did great, babe,” he said softly, his voice carrying a mix of pride and love. “I knew I had the best support in the stands.”

“You make it easy to cheer for you,” Y/N teased with a smile, but even as the words left her mouth, she felt the unmistakable tightening in her abdomen.

She tried to brush it off as a Braxton Hicks contraction, nothing to be concerned about. She had been feeling them on and off for weeks, but she wasn’t going to let a few tightenings ruin her evening. Not when the Bengals had just secured the win.

Joe, looking around the room, was already preparing to head into the post-game press conference. The victory celebrations would have to wait for a few minutes. The press was waiting, and Joe’s job wasn’t over until the reporters had their questions answered.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, squeezing her hand and giving her a smile that spoke volumes before leaning down to her bump and placing a kiss. “Be nice to mommy while I’m gone, alright?”

Y/N laughed as she felt a kick in response. “Seems like she’s excited about the win. You go do your thing, I’m fine.”

Joe smiled and left, leaving Y/N to bask in the afterglow of the victory with family and friends. The excitement in the room was palpable as the Bengals players mingled with their loved ones, the mood light and joyful.

As Y/N chatted with Monica and Robin, her eyes drifted over to Ja'Marr and Tee, who were still riding high from the win. They were laughing and joking with one another, the adrenaline of the game still coursing through their veins.

Ja'Marr and Tee, always the life of the party, were already waiting near the entrance, grinning widely as they spotted the couple.

“Hey, Y/N!” Ja'Marr called, throwing a playful wink her way. “We ready for a little cheerleader to join the team or what?”

“Not yet, but soon enough,” Y/N laughed, rubbing her growing belly affectionately.

“I bet she's already practicing her touchdown dance,” Tee chimed in, laughing as he nudged Ja'Marr.

Y/N chuckled softly, but then, a sudden, unexpected sensation hit her. A cold, wet gush followed by a sharp, uncomfortable pain. Her breath caught in her throat as she froze. The world around her seemed to slow for a moment, and then it all came crashing back.

“Tee… Ja'Marr...” she gasped, her voice trembling. “I think… my water just broke.”

Time seemed to stop as the air around her grew heavy with a mixture of shock and concern. Tee and Ja'Marr froze, their expressions shifting from playful to alarmed in an instant.

Monica and Robin, who had been chatting near the refreshment table, snapped to attention as well. They rushed to Y/N’s side, their eyes wide with understanding.

“You’re okay, Y/N?” Monica asked, her voice soft but laced with urgency.

“I’m fine,” Y/N panted, trying to steady her breath, but the contraction that followed was impossible to ignore.

Robin immediately moved to support her, her arm wrapping gently around Y/N’s waist as she steadied her.

Tee, with a rare intensity, looked at Ja'Marr, who nodded silently. Without another word, the two turned and made their way down the hallway toward the press conference room. They knew they had to act quickly. Head coach Zac Taylor was already inside with a room full of reporters, and Joe needed to be told.

As they entered the room, Zac looked up, his face lit by the glare of the surrounding cameras.

“Zac, we need to pull Joe,” Ja'Marr said, his voice calm but firm. “Y/N’s in labor. Now.”

Zac’s eyes widened for just a moment before his gaze hardened with purpose. He gave a single nod. “Understood. I’ll handle the press. You get him.”

Tee and Ja'Marr moved swiftly, knowing they had no time to waste. They found Joe just as he was finishing up his post-game interview, surrounded by the usual throng of reporters. Ja'Marr leaned in, whispering urgently in Joe’s ear, “Y/N’s water broke. She’s in labor, man. We’re heading to the hospital.”

Joe froze, his heart skipping a beat. Without another thought, he shoved past the reporters, excusing himself with an almost frantic urgency.

“Excuse me, excuse me!” he called, pushing through the crowd of journalists as his eyes scanned the room. He was already running toward the exit before the door even clicked shut behind him, his mind racing.

As he hurried down the hallway, the echo of his footsteps seemed deafening in the silence. He found Y/N in the family lounge, slightly hunched over, her face contorted with another contraction. Monica and Robin flanked her, doing their best to keep her steady.

Y/N looked up at him, her face pale, but her brown eyes bright with something more—strength. “Joe…” she said softly, her voice strained.

“I’m here, baby,” Joe said, his voice a mix of relief and worry. His hand instinctively reached out to touch her shoulder, his fingers brushing against her skin like a lifeline. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

“Don’t be silly,” Y/N replied through gritted teeth. “I’m fine... I just need to get to the hospital.”

Joe’s eyes darted to the door, where his dad was supposed to be coming with the car. “He’s getting the car. We’ll be out of here in no time,” Joe reassured her, though the nervousness in his voice was hard to miss.

Tee, Ja'Marr, and Monica gave Joe a nod before heading toward the parking lot, knowing the quickest way to get to the car. Robin, ever the steady presence, took Y/N’s other arm, gently helping her to stand.

The celebration of the win still buzzed through the air, but for Joe, everything had shifted in an instant. The moment he saw Y/N, pale but determined, standing with Robin and Monica, he knew there was no turning back. This wasn’t just another day after a football game; this was the day their baby was finally on the way.

"Hey, take a deep breath," Joe said gently as he helped Y/N into the car, his eyes scanning her face, trying to gauge how she was holding up. The pain was evident now, every contraction making her body tense, but she was trying to be brave, trying to hold it all together.

Y/N nodded, biting her lip as the next contraction hit. She gasped, her hand clutching the seat beside her as she leaned forward slightly, the wave of discomfort washing over her. Her breathing came in short, sharp bursts.

“I know, I know, it hurts,” Joe said softly, his voice filled with empathy. “But we’re almost there, okay? We’re just going to get to the locker room, get you changed, and then straight to the hospital. You’re doing amazing.”

Y/N nodded again, but her eyes were wide, the reality of it all settling in. She had planned for this—well, in some way, at least. But nothing truly prepared her for the sudden intensity of the contractions, each one feeling sharper than the last. She gripped the seat tighter, focusing on her breathing, just like the doctors had taught her.

Joe’s hand was steady on her back, rubbing in slow circles as they made their way through the crowd of people still celebrating. He kept talking to her, his voice a constant, soothing presence.

“You’re my rock, Y/N. You’ve got this. Just a little longer, and then we’ll be at the hospital. I’ll be right here, every step of the way. You know that, right?” His eyes locked with hers, trying to give her every ounce of reassurance he could.

Y/N smiled weakly, trying to comfort him just as much as he was comforting her. "I know," she whispered. "I just... I thought I had more time."

"You're still in control, babe," he assured her, giving her a soft smile before glancing ahead. “Let’s just get to the locker room, alright? We’ll get you out of this outfit and into something more comfortable. Then we’ll head to the hospital.”

Y/N nodded again, focusing on taking slow, deep breaths, but another contraction cut through her like a knife. Her body tensed involuntarily, and she winced as the pain washed over her.

Joe, ever the calm leader, kept his attention focused on the road and her. "You're doing great," he said with a smile. "I can tell she's going to be tough—just like her mom."

Her lips curled into a small, pained grin. “We’ll see about that,” she managed to joke, but the contraction had already subsided, leaving a dull ache in its wake.

The stadium was still alive with energy as they pulled up to the locker room entrance. It was surreal—how quickly everything had changed. A few hours ago, they were celebrating a hard-earned victory, and now they were on the brink of a new chapter in their lives. Joe parked the car with practiced efficiency and quickly got out to open Y/N’s door, helping her out as gently as he could.

“Okay, let’s go get you changed,” Joe said, his voice steady and calm as he helped Y/N navigate her way toward the locker room. They passed a few staff members and players who were still lingering, some giving them curious glances but none daring to approach.

Once inside the locker room, Y/N found herself grateful for the quiet, the familiar scent of the locker room’s disinfectant calming her just slightly. The bright lights and the occasional hum of the overhead fluorescents only made the place feel emptier than usual, and for a moment, Y/N felt small, vulnerable even. But Joe was right beside her, just as he always had been.

“I’ll grab your bag,” Joe said, reaching for her gym bag. He unzipped it with practiced ease, pulling out the comfortable leggings and loose shirt she’d packed just in case things went sideways. Y/N had always been practical, even in the last-minute moments.

“Thanks, Joe,” she murmured, trying to steady herself as another contraction gripped her. This one felt like it might go on forever. She clenched her fists, breathing through it as she moved to change into the outfit Joe had prepared for her.

Joe stood nearby, his gaze never leaving her for a moment. "You’re doing great, babe. Just a few more steps. We’re almost there. You’re going to be holding our baby soon.”

The words comforted her, and Y/N managed to nod as she finished changing. The hospital bag, packed with everything she might need, was already in the back of the car, and it was all she could think about now. The thought of going to the hospital, of seeing their baby for the first time, filled her with both excitement and anticipation.

Once she was dressed and her curls tied up, they headed back toward the car. Joe helped her into the front seat, adjusting her seatbelt for her, then slid into the driver’s seat. Before starting the engine, he turned to her one more time, his eyes soft.

“You’re my hero,” he whispered. “I don’t know how you’re doing this, but you’re incredible. And you’ve got this.”

Y/N smiled at him through the haze of contractions, even though she was exhausted. “I’ve got you.”

With that, Joe started the car, pulling out of the parking lot and heading toward the highway. The drive to the hospital would take about 20 minutes, and Y/N had to admit that it felt like an eternity. With each passing mile, the pain of the contractions intensified, each one rolling through her body like a wave. She gripped the seat again, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

Joe’s hand was resting on her knee, a quiet but constant presence. He spoke to her softly, trying to keep her distracted as they made their way toward the hospital. “We’ve got this, babe. We’ve been through a lot, right? This is just another thing we’ll get through together.”

Y/N glanced at him, her face flushed with a mix of pain and exhaustion. “I’m just… I’m just so ready for it to be over. I want to meet our little one.”

“You will,” Joe promised. “Soon, real soon. And then you’ll be holding her, and this will all be worth it.”

The sound of the car’s tires on the asphalt and the hum of the engine were oddly comforting, as though they were alone in their own little bubble. The chaos of the game and the celebration were a distant memory now. It was just the two of them, in this moment, waiting for the greatest moment of their lives.

As they neared the hospital, Y/N’s contractions came closer together. The pain was becoming harder to ignore, and she clutched her belly, her fingers trembling. She had been through a lot, but nothing had ever felt like this before.

She turned to Joe and took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I need to call my parents,” she said, her voice tight.

Joe nodded, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Go ahead. I’ll be right here.”

Y/N pulled out her phone, her fingers moving quickly over the screen to dial her mom. The phone rang once, then twice, before her mom picked up.

“Hello?” her mom’s excited voice came through, and Y/N could hear the bustle of people in the background.

“Mom,” Y/N said, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’m on my way to the hospital. My water broke. The baby’s coming.”

There was a moment of stunned silence, then her mom’s voice burst with excitement. “Oh my god, Y/N! We’re on our way right now! Don’t worry, we’ll be at the hospital waiting for you. Just focus on getting there safely.”

“I will,” Y/N said, her voice full of relief. “I’ll see you soon.”

Joe gave her a gentle squeeze on the hand, and she smiled faintly. Her parents would be there soon, and that thought gave her a sense of calm. The drive was almost over, and the next chapter was just about to begin. As the car neared the hospital, everything else faded away. She was about to meet the little one who had been kicking and moving inside her for all these months. The excitement she felt surged once more, and with Joe by her side, she knew they could face anything.

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Ja'Marr called from behind them, his usual playful energy now replaced with the urgency of the moment. “We’ve got a touchdown to celebrate after this!”

The laughter that followed from the group only briefly cut through the tension, but it reminded Y/N that no matter how crazy the game, no matter how unexpected the timing of this moment, they were ready for this. Together, they would face it. And they would do it as a family.

As they reached the parking lot and Joe threw open the car door, he squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes. “We’ve got this, Y/N. Just breathe. We’re going to meet our little one soon.”

The hospital was a whirlwind of activity as Joe pulled the car into the parking lot, his hands tight on the steering wheel. Y/N’s breathing had become more erratic, each contraction coming faster, and her grip on the armrest had tightened with every passing second. Joe wasn’t sure what to expect, but he knew one thing for certain: they were in the thick of it now. The real moment was here.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital were almost blinding as they made their way through the sliding glass doors, the sterile scent of disinfectant filling the air. The staff, well-trained and calm, greeted them immediately, ushering them to the birthing unit without missing a beat.

Y/N’s mind felt foggy, her body consumed by the steady rhythm of contractions. She leaned on Joe, her hand gripping his arm tightly, trying to breathe through the pain. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so vulnerable—every wave of pain was like a crashing tide, pulling her deeper into the unknown.

“Almost there, babe,” Joe said, his voice soft and steady, but his own nerves bubbling beneath the surface. His hand was a comforting presence on her back, supporting her every step of the way. They had prepared for this, talked about it, but nothing could have prepared them for the reality of the moment.

The birthing unit felt like a sanctuary of calm in the midst of the storm. Nurses moved efficiently but with warmth, guiding Y/N into a room that was spacious and soothing. Soft light filtered in through the blinds, and the air had a quiet hum of machines, yet it was the kind of quiet that put you at ease.

Y/N was quickly hooked up to the monitors, and the steady beep of the fetal heart rate echoed in the room, a constant reminder that the baby was coming, that this was real. She barely noticed the nurse adjusting the straps around her belly, her focus too consumed by the contractions that were growing more intense by the minute.

A few moments later, a nurse handed her a gown—her own birthing gown, the one she had packed and brought from home, the one that felt like an anchor of normalcy amidst the chaos. Y/N slipped it on quickly, her body trembling as another contraction hit.

Joe stood by her side, rubbing her back as she leaned forward, her breathing shallow and quick. His hand moved in slow, reassuring circles, trying to bring her comfort. His voice was soft, just above a whisper. “You’re doing amazing, Y/N. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, but she managed a small, strained smile. “I can’t believe it’s happening so fast...”

“It’s okay, babe. We’re ready for this. I’m not going anywhere.”

But Y/N’s thoughts were consumed by the next contraction, which seemed to hit her like a freight train, bringing with it an overwhelming wave of pressure. Her body stiffened, and she let out a sharp gasp. The pain was unbearable, but somehow, she focused on Joe’s voice, grounding herself in the sound of his words.

Monica and her mom entered the room just as the contraction subsided, both of them rushing to her side, their expressions a mixture of excitement and concern.

“Y/N,” Monica said, her voice calm and steady. “How are you holding up, girl?”

“I’m surviving,” Y/N breathed out, trying to keep her voice light. But another contraction was already starting, and she didn’t have the energy to joke this time.

Her mom moved to the other side of the bed, sitting beside her and offering her a reassuring smile. “I’m here, honey. You’re doing great. Just breathe through it. I’ve got you.”

Monica moved to the other side of Y/N, her hands gentle as she rubbed her lower back in soothing circles. The touch was just enough to ease the discomfort, even if only for a moment. Y/N leaned into her, appreciating the familiar presence of her friend. Monica was always the calming force, the one who knew exactly how to steady her when everything felt like it was spinning out of control.

“Just keep breathing, Y/N,” Monica said, her voice low and steady. “You’re doing so well.”

Joe squeezed Y/N’s hand, looking down at her with concern. “We’re in this together, okay? I know it’s hard, but you’ve got this. You’re amazing.”

The next contraction hit, and Y/N’s body froze for a moment. Her back arched involuntarily, and she let out a small cry, her breath catching in her throat.

“Focus on me, babe,” Joe said quickly, his voice even and reassuring. “Look at me. You’re doing great. Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. Just like we practiced.”

Y/N’s eyes locked with his, trying to steady herself, but the pain was too much. “I can’t… It hurts…” Her voice cracked, but she immediately felt a soft hand brush across her forehead, a fan gently cooling her face.

Her mom looked at her with gentle understanding. “Honey, you are doing it. You’ve been doing it the whole time. You’ve got this. We’re all here for you.”

Joe nodded in agreement, his eyes not leaving hers. “We’re almost there, Y/N. Just a little longer.”

Y/N closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of his voice, the rhythmic whoosh of the fan that Monica was holding, and the comforting pressure of her mom and Monica’s hands on her back. Each moment felt like an eternity, each contraction more intense than the last, but with each one, she could feel the baby coming closer.

The intensity of the contractions had not let up; if anything, they had only grown more powerful, more demanding. Y/N’s body tensed with each wave, her grip on Joe’s hand tightening, and her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as the pressure built inside her. She could feel herself slipping, her strength waning with every passing moment. Joe was the anchor she needed, steady and unwavering beside her, his touch the one thing that grounded her in the sea of pain.

It was then, as she shifted uneasily in the bed, that Joe looked down at her, a thought forming in his mind, a soft glimmer of an idea. He glanced at the birthing tub positioned in the corner of the room, its warm, inviting water already prepared by the nurses. He had read about the benefits of hydrotherapy during labor—how the warm water could help relax the muscles, ease the tension, and provide a soothing respite for women in labor.

“Y/N,” Joe’s voice was gentle, almost tentative as he spoke. He didn’t want to overwhelm her, not when she was already so deep in the throes of the contractions. “I think the birthing tub could really help. Would you want to give it a try? The warm water might help with the pain.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, her face flushed with exhaustion and pain, but she looked up at him with a mixture of appreciation and desperation. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know if I can even move right now, Joe…”

Joe’s heart clenched, seeing her so worn out, so vulnerable. He placed his hand on her cheek, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “I know, it’s been tough. But I’ll help you, okay? You don’t have to do this alone. We can take it slow. Just think about it—getting in there, letting the water take the edge off. I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”

She looked at him for a long moment, her breath shallow as another contraction gripped her body. Her nails dug into his palm, and Joe watched her fight through the pain, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Y/N gave a small, exhausted nod.

“Okay. Let’s try it,” she murmured, her voice small but determined. “But you better stay right next to me. I don’t think I can do this without you.”

Joe’s face softened with relief, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Always, Y/N. I’m right here.”

With Monica and her mom both stepping out of the room to give the couple some privacy, the space around them seemed to narrow even more. Joe helped Y/N to her feet, carefully guiding her toward the tub. Every step felt monumental, each movement slow and deliberate, as though the weight of the moment itself had slowed time. Y/N’s breathing quickened as another contraction crested, but she bit her lip, determined not to let it break her.

“Almost there,” Joe whispered as he helped her into the warm water. He could see the tension in her face slowly begin to soften as the water enveloped her, and he felt a surge of relief. She was getting a break—just a small one—but it was enough for now.

Y/N sank into the water, the heat comforting, pulling some of the tension from her body, though it couldn’t take away the sharp pain that still sliced through her with each contraction. She leaned back, feeling the water rise around her, and Joe slid in behind her, settling himself against the edge of the tub, his legs spread to provide her with support. She rested against his chest, her back pressing into him, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop moving around them. It was just the two of them now.

Joe’s arms slid around her, holding her carefully, his touch tender as his hands moved up and down her arms, soothing her the best he could. “You’re doing incredible, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice filled with awe and love. “I am so proud of you. I don’t know how you’re doing this, but you’re handling it all like a warrior. You’re stronger than I could ever have imagined.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, her eyes closing briefly as the pain from the previous contraction subsided. She could feel the warmth of the water, the coolness of the fan still wafting across her face, and the steady, comforting presence of Joe behind her. It felt almost like she was floating in this little bubble of intimacy, as if the rest of the world had faded away.

“Joe,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “I’m the lucky one.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his hand pausing in its gentle motion along her arm. “What do you mean?”

She smiled weakly, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze. “I don’t know how you put up with me sometimes, but you do. The mood swings, the morning sickness… everything. You’ve been there, every step of the way. You’re always so calm, so supportive. And now, even through this… you’re still here with me. You’re amazing.”

Joe’s heart swelled at her words, and he kissed her temple gently. “That’s because I’m lucky, too. I get to be here with you, with the woman who’s carrying our child. Who else could I possibly want to be with through all of this?”

He paused, his breath soft and warm against her ear as he spoke. “I’m so proud of you. I’ve watched you go through so much—first with the pregnancy, then with the ups and downs. But you’ve never once wavered, not once. And now look at you. You’re about to give us the greatest gift we could ever imagine.”

A small tear escaped the corner of Y/N’s eye, but it wasn’t from pain—it was from love, from the overwhelming emotions that flooded her in that moment. “You make it all so much easier, Joe. I’m not sure how I would have made it through without you.”

“Y/N…” Joe’s voice cracked slightly as he spoke her name, his hands moving to cup her face gently. “You never have to make it through alone. You never will. I’m always going to be right here, right beside you.”

She leaned her head back against his chest, letting herself relax for the first time in hours. The warmth of the water, the sound of Joe’s steady heartbeat beneath her ear, and the deep, loving words he whispered in her ear made her feel safe, secure, like she could face whatever came next.

Another contraction rippled through her, and she gasped softly, her fingers instinctively clutching Joe’s as the pain returned, fiercer this time. But despite the pain, despite the pressure building with each passing moment, Y/N felt stronger. She was no longer facing this alone. Joe’s presence, his unwavering support, made all the difference. She could do this. She had to.

“You’re ready,” Joe said, his voice low and filled with conviction. “I know you are. We’re going to meet our baby soon.”

Y/N turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze, her eyes full of love and exhaustion. “I’m ready, Joe. I’m ready.”

And in that moment, as another contraction crested and Y/N prepared herself for the next wave, she knew that with Joe beside her, she could do anything. Together, they would bring their child into the world.

The warm water of the birthing tub had offered Y/N some relief, but as the minutes stretched on, she could feel her body growing heavier, the initial soothing sensation of the water replaced by the stark reality of the labor pains that were still pounding relentlessly against her. Her skin had turned soft and wrinkled from the water, and it was clear that both she and Joe had spent enough time in the tub. She couldn’t linger there any longer, not when the intensity of the contractions was continuing to grow.

Joe gently helped her stand, his hands steady and strong as he supported her with the same calm confidence that had been a constant throughout the day. Y/N took one last, deep breath, feeling the warmth of the water evaporate from her skin as she stepped out of the tub. She immediately felt the coolness of the air rush over her, making her shiver slightly, but it wasn’t enough to distract from the waves of pain crashing over her body.

Joe helped her dry off with a soft towel, the gentle movements almost tender in their quiet intimacy. After a few moments, Y/N was back in the birthing gown she had brought from home, the fabric soft against her still-warm skin, but not nearly enough to ease the ache in her lower back. She was exhausted—physically and emotionally—but there was no time to rest. The baby was coming, and Y/N was determined to see it through.

With a soft, shaky exhale, Y/N lowered herself back onto the bed. The pain was still coming in waves, but it had shifted in intensity, and she couldn’t help but wonder how much longer it would be before they would finally meet their child. Joe was right there beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand hovering over her as he helped adjust her position.

“Are you okay?” Joe asked softly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress.

Y/N gave him a strained but loving smile. “I will be,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath. “I’m just… trying to get through this.”

Joe nodded, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand before he moved to help her adjust herself further, propping her up against the pillows. She was now kneeling on the bed, her body bent forward slightly as another contraction began to take hold. The pressure in her abdomen was unbearable, and she could feel her hips tightening with every passing second.

Without a word, Joe moved behind her, his strong hands pressing into her lower back and hips. His touch was gentle but firm, just enough to counterbalance the excruciating pain she felt building with each contraction. The pressure on her lower back felt like an anchor, grounding her in a way she hadn’t experienced before.

"Just breathe, Y/N," Joe said quietly, his voice a steady, reassuring rhythm as he worked his hands into her muscles. "In and out. Focus on me."

Y/N’s breath hitched as another contraction rippled through her. She didn’t have the energy to speak, but Joe’s presence, his gentle touch, and the sound of his steady voice seemed to guide her, helping her center herself amidst the chaos of the pain. The contraction ebbed away, and she released the breath she had been holding, sinking slightly into the bed.

"That’s it, babe," Joe murmured. "You’re doing amazing. Just a little bit more, okay? You’re so strong."

Y/N closed her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried to focus on the sensation of Joe’s hands on her body. The dull ache in her lower back was becoming a constant presence, though his touch helped to ease it, if only for a few fleeting moments.

With a soft, shaky breath, Y/N took the nitrous oxide mask that had been set out for her and pressed it to her face. The gas hissed softly as she inhaled, the sweet, calming fog beginning to envelop her senses. She exhaled slowly, trying to steady her breath and allow herself to relax. The mask wasn’t a cure, but it was a relief, providing just enough of a distraction to help her ride out the next wave of contractions.

As she breathed in the nitrous, Y/N felt her body relax a little more, the pain becoming a little more distant. But it wasn’t enough to take the edge off entirely. She could feel the pressure continuing to build, the need to push growing stronger with every passing moment.

Joe, never leaving her side, kept massaging her lower back, applying steady pressure to help alleviate some of the pain. He was a constant presence, his warmth, his voice, his touch all serving as small anchors in the sea of discomfort and uncertainty. She needed him now more than ever, and he never hesitated to be there for her, to offer whatever small comfort he could.

“Hey,” Joe said softly, his voice breaking through the fog in her mind. “I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so well. We’re so close. I promise, we’re going to meet our baby soon.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered in her chest at the sound of his words, a small smile curving her lips despite the intensity of the moment. “I don’t know how I’m doing this,” she breathed, her words muffled through the mask. “But I’m trying.”

“You’re more than trying,” Joe said, his voice filled with emotion. “You’re amazing. I’ve never seen anyone as strong as you.”

A part of Y/N wanted to argue, to say that she was only barely holding on, but another contraction ripped through her, stealing her words. The pain was relentless, but this time she wasn’t alone. Joe was right there, and as much as she wanted to give in to the exhaustion, she knew they were closer than ever to meeting their child.

“Just a little longer, Y/N,” Joe said quietly, his hands never leaving her body. “We’re almost there. You’ve got this.”

The next contraction came swiftly, and Y/N’s body tensed, her muscles locking as the pressure grew. She didn’t have time to brace for it, didn’t have time to prepare. She gasped, her hand tightening around the nitrous mask as her body shook with the intensity of the wave.

Joe’s hands moved to her hips, pressing down just a little harder as he tried to give her some relief. His voice was calm, steady, even though he could feel the tension radiating from her. “I’m here, Y/N. You’re not alone. Breathe, okay? Just breathe.”

Y/N’s breath was ragged as she tried to focus, but the pain felt overwhelming. Joe’s hands were on her back, his thumbs working gently but firmly into her muscles, trying to ease the tension that had built up. His voice, though soft, was unwavering. “You can do this, Y/N. I know you can. You’re already doing it. You’re incredible. And we’re almost there.”

As the pain began to subside, Y/N’s breath evened out. She could feel the coolness of the mask against her face, the softness of the bed beneath her, and Joe’s steady, grounding presence behind her. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself lean into him, and felt a quiet wave of gratitude wash over her. Despite everything, she knew she was exactly where she was supposed to be—right here, with Joe, as they prepared to welcome their baby into the world.

The room, once calm, now thrummed with the anxious energy of anticipation. Time had stretched on endlessly, each moment a slow-moving eternity, and yet, now, it was all coming to a head. Y/N’s body was tired—every part of her aching, drained from the labor that had gone on for what felt like forever. But in that moment, everything shifted. A new wave of pressure surged through her, so sudden and intense that it took her breath away.

She had been bracing herself for this moment for hours, but nothing could have prepared her for the raw, primal urge to push. Her body felt heavy, like she was being pulled in every direction, and the tightness in her lower abdomen left her gasping for air.

“Joe…” Y/N’s voice trembled, barely a whisper, but it was filled with urgency. Her hand gripped his so tightly she was afraid she might break his fingers. “I think it’s time.”

Joe’s eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. He had been waiting for this moment, but now that it had arrived, there was no mistaking the wave of shock that flooded his chest. This is it. This is really it. He had been calm, holding steady for her throughout the entire process, but now, seeing the shift in her body, hearing the panic in her voice—he knew they were on the cusp of something huge.

“Alright, alright. I’m right here,” Joe reassured her quickly, his grip tightening around her hand as his heart began to race. His voice was steady, a calm that was meant for both of them. “I’m right here, Y/N. You’ve got this.”

But before he could say more, Y/N’s body seemed to take over, her abdomen tightening with another contraction, this time more forceful than any before it. The urge to push was undeniable. Her body was no longer her own; it was being pulled along by an instinct she couldn’t control, a force far more powerful than anything she could have imagined. Her breathing became ragged as she tried to hold on.

She gasped for air, her hands clutching the bedsheets beneath her. She could feel herself becoming lost in the moment, her body straining as if it had no choice but to obey the commands of nature.

She gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. The exhaustion in her voice was clear, a mix of physical fatigue and emotional weariness. "I don’t think I can do it…"

Joe was beside her in an instant, his hand gently cupping her face, lifting it so she could meet his eyes. His expression was unwavering, full of love, full of encouragement. “Yes, you can,” he said, his voice firm but tender. “You are doing it. You’re amazing, Y/N. This is the last step. We’re almost there. You’ve got this.”

His words, simple but powerful, cut through the haze of fear and pain that threatened to overwhelm her. He had been with her every step of the way—calm when she needed it, strong when she needed strength. And now, more than ever, his presence was the one thing that kept her grounded.

“I’m so tired, Joe,” Y/N whispered, her eyes closing for a moment, trying to steady her breathing. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“You are doing it,” Joe repeated, his voice never faltering. He kissed her forehead gently, his lips warm and soft against her skin. “You’ve been doing it for hours. You’ve already come so far, Y/N. We’re almost there, just a little more. You’ve got this. You’re incredible. And I’m right here with you.”

Y/N managed a strained smile, the energy it took to smile almost more than she could bear. But his words, his steady presence, they gave her just enough strength to keep going.

She could feel her body pushing involuntarily again, the urge to bear down stronger than ever. The pain, the pressure, was building once more, and this time, she couldn’t hold back.

“Joe, I—I need to push,” she breathed out, her voice tight with the effort. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, the sheets tangled between her fingers. The weight of the moment was pressing in on her, but she could hear Joe’s soothing voice in her ear, guiding her.

“You’re doing great,” he reassured her. “Just breathe. You’re doing great. The nurses are going to be here soon. We’re almost there.”

Just as the last word left his mouth, a sudden flurry of motion filled the room. The call button Joe had pressed earlier had done its job, and within moments, the door flew open. Nurses rushed in, their hands moving with practiced precision as they readied the room for the final moments. There was a calm in the chaos—each nurse knowing their role, working as a team to make sure everything was prepared.

Y/N’s eyes flitted to the door, but then her focus snapped back to Joe. Her face contorted with another contraction, her body straining against the overwhelming pressure. She could feel herself descending into the pain once more, her body working, her muscles straining. There was no stopping it now.

The room felt alive with anticipation, the clock ticking down to a moment Y/N had been waiting for, but never truly able to prepare for. Her body ached, every muscle in her being begging for rest, but there was no time for that now. The pressure in her pelvis intensified, the urgency building with every passing second. Her contractions had become stronger, more frequent, and now—finally—Y/N felt it. The undeniable, primal urge to push.

For a fleeting moment, it felt almost surreal, the intensity of everything washing over her. She blinked against the sweat that had gathered on her brow, her breath quickening. She wanted to fight it, to hold back, but her body betrayed her, pushing without her permission.

“I’m scared, what if I can’t do this?” she gasped, her voice cracking, tears of frustration welling up in her eyes. She felt so incredibly tired, so drained—like she had nothing left to give. Her limbs were heavy, every muscle fatigued from the hours of labor, and she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could endure.

Joe’s voice cut through her thoughts, soft yet firm, as he leaned in closer, his hand gently brushing her damp hair away from her forehead. “Yes, you can. You are doing it. You’ve been doing it this whole time.”

He squeezed her hand, his eyes locked with hers—full of love, full of belief in her. “You’re amazing, Y/N. You’re strong. You’ve already done so much, and this is just the last step. You’ve got this.”

She inhaled shakily, his words grounding her, even if only a little. But the pain was so real, so consuming, that for a moment, she wondered how she could keep going. She had to remind herself that there was a reason she was here. There was a reason she was enduring all of this. The baby. Their baby.

Before she could say anything more, the overwhelming urge to push came again, and Y/N didn’t have time to second-guess herself. The sensation hit like a tidal wave, and she could feel herself responding involuntarily, her body straining as she bore down.

Joe was right there beside her, never leaving her side. His hand was still in hers, holding it with such gentle strength, a tether to reality in the midst of the storm. His other hand found her lower back, offering the steady, comforting pressure that had helped her so much earlier. His voice remained a constant in her ear, never wavering, even as she groaned in pain. “You’re doing great. Just breathe, babe. You’ve got this.”

She gripped his hand tighter, squeezing it so hard it almost hurt, but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t let go. He was right there, present with her in every way, and for a moment, that was all that mattered. He was her anchor.

Y/N’s breath came in short bursts, her face flushed, sweat pouring down her cheeks. It was all happening so quickly now, and the nurses, who had been quietly monitoring the process, suddenly sprang into action. They moved around the bed with practiced urgency, preparing for the final moments, making sure Y/N was positioned as best as she could be. The room seemed to buzz with energy as they assisted, their voices soft but firm as they offered words of encouragement.

“You’re doing great, Y/N. Keep pushing, keep going,” one of the nurses said, a soft smile on her face as she glanced up at the monitor.

The doctor, who had been observing silently until now, moved into position, ready for the final push. “Just a little more, Y/N,” she said calmly. “You’re so close. One more big push, and we’ll meet your baby.”

Y/N could barely focus on her words. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart, the rush of her breath, the sound of Joe’s steady, reassuring voice in her ear. Another contraction surged through her, stronger than the last, and before she could think, her body pushed again, her muscles straining as she bore down, as if on instinct.

“I can’t… I can’t do it!” Y/N gasped, her voice filled with the exhaustion that had consumed her hours ago.

“Yes, you can,” Joe whispered fiercely, his voice unshaken. “You are doing it. You’re so close. Just one more, Y/N. You’re incredible.”

The words were like a lifeline, wrapping around her as she braced for the next wave of pain. She took in a deep, shaky breath and, with Joe beside her, she gave it everything she had left. Her body felt like it was on fire, every part of her straining to bring their baby into the world.

“Keep going, Y/N. You’ve got this,” Joe encouraged, his voice thick with emotion.

For a moment, everything seemed to blur—the pain, the noise, the voices around her. There was only the feeling of her body pushing, the sensation of life moving within her, and the love she felt for Joe, for the life they were about to bring into the world.

Then, just when it seemed like she couldn’t go on any longer, the moment arrived. The room was filled with a new, unmistakable sound. A loud, shrill cry that filled the air—sharp, strong, and full of life. The kind of sound that filled a mother’s heart with joy and relief and everything in between.

Y/N’s body immediately relaxed, the tension in her muscles dissolving as the weight of the last several hours was finally lifted. Her breath came in ragged, shaky sobs as she lay back, feeling her body go limp with exhaustion.

Joe’s eyes were wide with wonder, and when he looked down at her, there was nothing but awe and love in his expression. “We did it,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “Our baby girl.”

Y/N couldn’t speak—she was too overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through her. All she could do was nod, her heart overflowing with love, gratitude, and relief.

The doctor held the baby, and the nurses moved around the room with swift efficiency, making sure the baby was cleaned up and checked. Joe was beside himself with joy, his eyes never leaving the tiny bundle in the nurse’s arms.

“Look at her, Y/N,” Joe said, his voice thick with emotion. “She’s perfect.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the nurse placed their daughter in Y/N’s arms. She was small and fragile, but there was no mistaking the strength in her cries, the tiny hands that reached out toward her mother. Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked down at their daughter, her chest tightening with love.

“She’s beautiful,” Y/N whispered, her voice choked with emotion. She kissed the top of her daughter’s head, feeling a rush of pure, unfiltered joy wash over her.

Joe leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead. “We did it, Y/N,” he whispered again, his voice thick with emotion. “She’s here. Our little girl.”

In that moment, all the pain, all the exhaustion, all the hours of labor felt like a distant memory. It didn’t matter anymore. Their baby girl was finally here. And together, they would face the world, as a family.

The room was a soft symphony of sounds—gentle footsteps, quiet whispers, the steady beeping of monitors—yet it felt as though time itself had stopped. For a moment, Joe stood there, frozen in awe, staring down at their newborn daughter. The overwhelming emotion of the moment—relief, joy, disbelief—flooded his chest like a tidal wave.

She’s perfect.

The words repeated in his mind, but no matter how many times he thought them, they never seemed to do justice to what he was feeling. His heart swelled in his chest, and his breath caught in his throat. It was as though the entire world had narrowed down to this one single point—the tiny, fragile life that had just entered the world. Their daughter. His daughter.

Y/N, still recovering from the intense labor, lay in the bed, her chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. She was exhausted, her eyes closed, but a soft, contented smile tugged at her lips as she glanced at Joe. Her hand was still resting on her swollen belly, even though the baby was no longer inside of her. There was an unspoken connection between them now—one that transcended words. They had both just gone through something incredible together, and this was the moment that would stay with them forever.

As the nurses moved swiftly but carefully around Y/N, helping her get cleaned up and settled, Joe’s gaze never left their daughter. The nurses worked with quiet efficiency, clearing away the remnants of labor, tending to Y/N’s needs as they prepared her for the quiet after the storm. But for Joe, it was as though the world had gone completely still. His mind raced with wonder as he watched the nurses clean their baby, gently wiping away the tiny traces of birth from her delicate skin.

He barely even noticed when one of the nurses approached, her voice gentle as she asked, “Would you like to cut the cord, Mr. Burrow?”

Joe nodded, his fingers trembling as he reached out. His eyes never left his daughter as the nurse guided him, placing the scissors carefully in his hand. The act, so simple yet so profound, felt like an impossible thing to do. It was symbolic—cutting the cord that had connected them for so long, a final step in their journey to becoming a family of three.

With a steady hand, Joe cut the cord, his heart pounding in his chest. The nurses moved swiftly, lifting the baby gently and taking her to the cleaning station. She was so small, so fragile, but already, in the way she moved, there was a strength there—a will to survive, to thrive. The nurse hummed softly as she wiped her down, clearing the last traces of labor away.

Joe didn’t move from his spot. He couldn’t. His eyes stayed glued to the scene, watching the nurses work on his baby, a rush of emotions crashing over him. This moment—this tiny, fragile being who had just entered the world—was theirs. They had created this life together.

His heart raced as he heard the nurses murmuring softly to each other, and his breath caught when the moment came. The nurse carefully wrapped the baby in a soft pink swaddle, the fabric gentle against her newborn skin. She approached Joe with the tiny bundle in her arms, her face soft with kindness.

“She’s ready,” the nurse said, her voice low, as if giving the moment the reverence it deserved.

Joe took the baby from the nurse’s arms, his hands shaking as he cradled her for the first time. The weight of her in his arms felt surreal—so small, so light. Her delicate little face was scrunched in a tiny frown, as though she was still figuring out this world she’d just entered. Her eyes were shut, but her tiny hands fluttered slightly against the fabric of the swaddle, and that flutter sent a rush of tenderness through him.

His chest tightened, and before he could stop himself, tears began to slide down his face, wetting his cheeks. His daughter. His little girl.

"Hey, baby girl," Joe whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I’m your dad. You’re safe now. You’re here."

Y/N, still resting in the bed, watched the scene unfold before her, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as she took in the sight of Joe holding their daughter. A soft, tearful smile spread across her face, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she reached out for them.

Joe, never taking his eyes off their baby, slowly stepped toward her. The moment Joe had been waiting for—waiting to feel real, waiting to experience it fully—finally sank in as he walked back to Y/N’s side, his heart still pounding with wonder and disbelief. Their daughter, wrapped in a soft pink swaddle, was now cradled carefully in his arms, but it wasn’t just the weight of her tiny form that made his chest swell with emotion. It was the significance of everything—the way life had shifted in the span of a few minutes, the way their world had expanded in an instant. His daughter. His family.

His footsteps were slow, measured, as he crossed the room. The soft, steady hum of machines and the distant voices of nurses faded to nothing in the background. In that moment, the space between him and Y/N seemed to shrink, pulling him toward her with an invisible force that felt like fate itself.

Y/N’s eyes were closed for a moment, her face still glowing with the remnants of exhaustion, but there was something else there—something deeper. A peace. A quiet contentment that only came from holding something so precious, so pure in your arms. She opened her eyes when she felt Joe’s presence beside her, and her tired gaze softened when she saw him.

She had expected him to come back to her, to come back to them, but nothing could have prepared her for the flood of emotion that rushed through her when she saw him standing there, holding their daughter.

Joe’s eyes locked with hers, and without a word, he gently placed the baby into her arms. His hands lingered for a moment, his fingers brushing against Y/N’s skin as if he couldn’t quite let go.

The moment felt almost sacred, as if time itself had stopped to allow them this. He lowered himself to the side of Y/N’s bed, sitting beside her as he carefully placed the baby in her arms. The soft pink swaddle felt like a delicate promise between them, a symbol of all the dreams they had for her and all the hopes they had for their growing family.

Y/N took their daughter into her arms, her face lighting up with an emotion Joe had never seen before—pure, unfiltered love. She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with gratitude. “She’s so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“You’re incredible,” Joe whispered, his voice thick with love. “I still can’t believe it. She’s here. She’s perfect.”

Y/N blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the sudden rush of tears that came to her eyes. She held their daughter closer, cradling the baby in her arms with a tenderness that only a mother could possess. Her hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from awe.

“She's everything we could have ever hoped for,” Y/N replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She gazed down at their daughter, who was so small and fragile in her arms, yet held an energy that filled the entire room with life. The baby’s tiny fingers curled against Y/N’s chest, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile through her tears.

Y/N gently rocked their daughter, a peaceful smile spreading across her face. She leaned her head against Joe’s shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, his hand resting softly on the small of her back. The three of them sat there in the quiet, the weight of the world falling away, leaving only the warmth of their love and the soft sounds of their baby’s breath.

Joe, standing beside the bed, felt his heart swell with the most intense love he’d ever known. He watched Y/N as she gently rocked their daughter, her voice humming with a soft lullaby that seemed to resonate from deep within her. The moment felt sacred, as if time itself had paused just for them.

He slid into the seat beside the bed, his arm instinctively reaching out to touch Y/N’s hand. She didn’t look up right away, lost in the quiet miracle that was their daughter, but Joe was content to sit there in silence for a moment. He wasn’t in a rush. There was nowhere else he needed to be. This—this—was what mattered.

The nurses continued to work quietly around them, giving the family space, but Joe was only aware of the two people who mattered most in that moment—his wife and their daughter. He kissed the top of Y/N’s head, his lips brushing against her soft hair as he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replied, her voice thick with the kind of deep, raw emotion only a moment like this could evoke.

She looked down at their daughter, her tiny hand resting in her palm, and a single tear rolled down Y/N’s cheek.

Joe’s heart swelled as he leaned down to kiss their daughter’s forehead, his voice low but filled with an intensity that only love could bring. “You’re going to change the world, little one. You already have.”

“Look at her,” Y/N murmured, finally lifting her eyes to meet Joe’s gaze. Her voice was thick with emotion, the kind of love and joy that only a mother could feel in these first precious moments. “She’s so perfect, Joe. I can’t believe she’s ours.”

Joe’s chest tightened as he leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her temple. The warmth of her skin against his lips grounded him. Everything about this moment—the soft beeping of the heart monitors, the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights, the way the air seemed to thicken with the weight of their happiness—felt like a dream he never wanted to wake from.

“You’re perfect, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his words full of the raw emotion he could barely contain. “I don’t know how you did it… but you’re amazing.”

Y/N smiled, her tired eyes meeting his. There was something so vulnerable in her expression—a beautiful mix of exhaustion and adoration, a reflection of everything they’d been through in these past months. The labor, the long hours of anticipation, the pain, the overwhelming joy—all of it had led them here, to this exact moment.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Y/N replied, squeezing his hand gently, the words slipping out before she could stop them. “You’re the reason I kept going. You helped me through it all.”

Joe’s heart clenched at her words, his emotions overwhelming him all over again. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before looking down at their daughter once more. He could hardly believe this was real. It felt like a dream, and yet it was all so real—the tiny life in Y/N’s arms, the love that they shared, and the bond that was now unbreakable.

“She’s going to be incredible,” Joe murmured, his voice filled with wonder as he gently traced the outline of his baby girl’s cheek with his finger. “Look at her. She’s already perfect. I don’t know how we got so lucky.”

Y/N’s eyes glistened as she looked down at their daughter, her voice full of awe. “We’re the lucky ones.”

The words hung between them, a quiet acknowledgment of the incredible gift they had been given. A family, bound together by love, by sacrifice, and by a shared commitment to this little one who now lay between them, their hearts wrapped up in her.

The soft cry of their daughter broke the silence for a moment, a small reminder that even in the stillness of the night, their lives had irrevocably changed. The nurses, sensing the tenderness of the moment, moved quietly in the background, giving the family space to bond and embrace the new addition to their world.

Joe took a step closer, settling onto the bed beside Y/N, his arm instinctively wrapping around her shoulders as they both gazed down at their daughter. The baby’s little face was still scrunched in that adorable newborn frown, but the steady rise and fall of her chest was enough to calm any lingering doubts or fears. She was safe. She was here.

“You think she’ll look more like you or me?” Joe asked, a playful hint in his voice, though the love in his eyes was anything but lighthearted. His fingers brushed against the baby’s tiny hand, marveling at how perfect it was.

Y/N chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face as she glanced up at Joe. “I don’t know… maybe a mix of both? But I think she has your eyes. She’s going to break some hearts with those.”

Joe laughed softly, the sound rich with joy. “I hope not. I’m already the overprotective dad type.”

Y/N’s laughter joined his, filling the room with a sound that felt like home. A moment of shared happiness, of hope, of the promise of everything that lay ahead for their little family.

“We’re going to be amazing parents,” Y/N said quietly, her voice filled with certainty.

Joe looked at her, his heart swelling with pride. “I know we will.”

As they sat there together, the world outside the room seemed so distant, almost irrelevant. In that tiny space, just the three of them, they were complete.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Joe could breathe. His eyes, still brimming with tears, locked onto Y/N’s, a silent understanding passing between them.

Their journey together had led to this moment—the birth of their daughter. And in that moment, they both knew that their lives had changed forever, in the most beautiful way.

And in that moment, as they sat there together, holding their daughter in their arms, time slowed down. The world outside may have kept turning, but for Joe, for Y/N, for their daughter—everything else faded away. All that mattered was the three of them, together at last.

The gentle hum of the hospital room filled the space, a soft backdrop to the overwhelming stillness that settled over the new family. Joe held his daughter in his arms, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips, his eyes locked on the tiny, perfect face before him. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, still adjusting to the reality that they were parents now, that their lives had irrevocably shifted into something even more beautiful than they had imagined.

Joe’s hand gently caressed their daughter’s tiny head, the weight of responsibility and joy pressing into him all at once. He couldn’t have been prouder, couldn’t have felt more complete. But the quiet moment between the three of them wasn’t going to last much longer. The world outside their little bubble, their sanctuary of new parenthood, was still turning. Family and friends would soon fill the room to meet the newest member of their family, and Joe knew that he was about to share the most precious thing in his life with the people who had supported him and Y/N through everything.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket, his hands still slightly trembling with excitement as he typed a quick message to his parents: She’s here. Come meet your granddaughter.

Joe hit send and leaned back, letting out a long breath, his gaze never leaving Y/N or their baby. He was about to share this moment with everyone who loved them, and it felt like his heart might burst with happiness. The joy they had been holding in for so long was now ready to spill over.

It didn’t take long before the soft sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and then the door opened. Y/N’s mother was the first to step inside, her eyes already glistening with tears. Monica and Robin followed closely behind, the three women a vision of happiness and emotion. Their faces were alight with joy, their eyes never leaving the baby in Y/N’s arms.

“Oh my goodness,” Y/N’s mother said, her voice trembling with emotion. She immediately rushed to the side of the bed, her hands hovering near the baby as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “She’s so perfect. I can’t believe she’s finally here.”

Y/N smiled softly, her own tears welling up again. “Mom, meet our daughter.”

Monica, standing a little behind, clasped her hands together in front of her chest. “I can’t believe she’s here. I’m so happy for you both,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

Robin stood next to her, eyes glistening as she watched the family gather around the bed. “She’s beautiful, Y/N. I can’t wait to spoil her,” Robin added, a playful glint in her eyes.

Tears were brimming on all their faces, their joy uncontainable as they fawned over the baby. They took turns peering over Y/N’s shoulder, admiring the tiny little face that had already captured their hearts.

The room soon began to feel full, and the door swung open again, this time revealing Ja’Marr’s girlfriend, who stepped inside with an expression of wide-eyed wonder. “She’s here,” she said, voice shaking with excitement, “she’s finally here.” She rushed to stand beside Monica, her hands over her mouth in disbelief as she gazed down at the baby.

Y/N looked at her friend, a grateful smile on her face. “You all are the best. I can’t believe she’s here, but now she’s surrounded by so much love.”

Ja’Marr’s girlfriend leaned in closer to peer at the baby, “I already love her. She’s gonna have us wrapped around her finger,” she teased, her voice soft with affection.

As the room filled with women celebrating, there was another knock at the door, and the sound of male voices filtered in. Tee, Ja’Marr, Jimmy, and Y/N’s dad entered the room together, their faces lighting up when they saw the new family.

Tee, ever the easygoing one, grinned from ear to ear as he walked over to Joe. “Congratulations, man. You did it. She’s perfect,” he said, his voice filled with pride.

Ja’Marr wasn’t far behind, his usual playful smile replaced by a softer expression. He stepped forward and clapped Joe on the back. “Congrats, Joe. I know you’re gonna be the best dad.”

Jimmy, who had always been one of the quieter members of the group, gave Joe a solid hug before looking at the baby. “You guys have a beautiful little girl. I can already tell she’s gonna be a star, just like her parents.”

Y/N’s dad stood back, his emotions clearly bubbling just beneath the surface. He was a man of few words, but when he spoke, it was with all the pride a father could feel. His voice cracked slightly as he said, “Joe, you’ve got a little angel here. She’s got your eyes, for sure.”

Joe, still holding the baby in his arms, looked around the room at all the faces that had watched him grow, that had supported him and Y/N through thick and thin. They were all here now, and their love for the little girl in his arms was evident in every smile, every tear, every kind word. He couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“Thank you,” Joe said softly, his voice thick with gratitude. “She’s everything we’ve ever wanted.”

Y/N, who was still holding their daughter, looked up at the group with a soft smile, her heart swelling with emotion. “We’re so lucky to have all of you,” she said. “You all are going to love her so much.”

Joe stood next to her, one arm wrapped around her shoulder, the other gently holding their baby. He glanced down at their daughter, then back at everyone in the room. “She’s already so loved, and we’re so grateful for all of you,” he said, his voice full of wonder. “I can’t wait for her to grow up surrounded by so much love.”

The group gathered around the bed, each of them taking a turn to admire the tiny baby girl who had already captured their hearts. The air was thick with joy and love, the room a beautiful cacophony of voices sharing in the excitement. Their little girl, so small and fragile, had already become the center of their world.

“She’s got so many people already rooting for her,” Ja’Marr said, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I can already see it—she’s going to have a team of people who’ll do anything for her.”

Joe laughed softly, his heart full. “You’ve got that right. She’s got us all wrapped around her finger.”

And in that moment, surrounded by family and friends, the new parents knew one thing for sure—they had everything they ever needed. Love. Support. And a baby girl who would grow up knowing, without a doubt, just how much she was cherished.

Two days had passed since the birth of their daughter. Two days that had felt like an eternity in the most beautiful way. The hospital room had been filled with laughter, tears, and an overwhelming sense of joy as family and friends came and went, sharing in the excitement of the new arrival. But now, as Y/N sat in her hospital bed, dressed in her comfortable going-home outfit, there was an undeniable sense of anticipation in the air. The room was quieter than it had been, the flurry of activity over the past two days finally settling into a peaceful calm. The beeping of the monitors had stopped, and in their place was the soft sound of their newborn’s rhythmic breathing, her tiny form bundled up snugly in her car seat.

Y/N gently adjusted the straps, securing their daughter into her car seat with careful precision. Every movement felt like a quiet testament to the trust she had in herself as a mother now. There was no fear, no doubt, only the certainty that this little girl was her responsibility, her heart—and she was ready for whatever came next.

Meanwhile, Joe was busy packing up the room, trying (and failing) to fit everything into the suitcase they had arrived with. He had his arms full of hospital blankets, extra clothes, baby care kits, and a few of the little keepsakes that the hospital had given them. But what really had him struggling was the small mountain of paperwork and discharge forms that he had started piling on top of everything else.

Y/N laughed softly, watching her husband from the corner of her eye. "You know, we’re only going home for a few days, right?" she teased, her voice full of affection. “You’re acting like we're moving in for good.”

Joe glanced over at her, his face breaking into a grin despite the absurdity of his efforts. "You never know. Gotta be prepared. I don't want to leave anything behind. Who knows what kind of chaos will come with the baby?" He added with a playful wink, as if the idea of chaos was some new kind of adventure they were about to embark on.

Y/N shook her head, her smile widening as she reached for the small camera on her phone. "If anyone’s ready for chaos, it's you," she teased, snapping a picture of him, his arms overloaded with baby supplies. “The real chaos is in your bag.”

Joe shot her a mock glare before walking toward the car seat. "I’ll have you know that all this is going to be incredibly useful." He carefully placed the baby carrier next to the door, making sure everything was within arm’s reach.

Y/N chuckled, straightening the blanket around her newborn one last time before giving the straps a final tug. “I swear, if we brought any more stuff, we’d need to rent a moving truck.”

Joe turned to her, his face softening, the playful tension in his muscles relaxing. “Well, we’ve got a lot to bring home,” he said with a sincerity that made Y/N’s heart squeeze in the best way. “It’s a lot to carry, but we’re carrying it together.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. This was it. This was the moment she’d been waiting for. Their little family was finally leaving the hospital, going home.

As Joe finished up with the last of the packing, the nurse came in, carrying the final round of paperwork and discharge instructions. She smiled warmly, handing Y/N the necessary papers. “All set,” she said. “You’re free to go home.”

Y/N smiled and signed the papers, a sense of relief washing over her. With that final step completed, the nurse left, and they were left alone in the room for just a moment more. The door clicked shut behind her, and Y/N felt her chest tighten with the magnitude of what was happening. They were going home. Home, with their daughter.

“I think we’re officially parents now,” she murmured, her voice soft with awe. She couldn’t quite believe how real it all felt, how suddenly everything had changed.

Joe looked up from his bag, his face glowing with a quiet happiness. He was suddenly very aware of the shift, of how they had arrived at the hospital as two people—Joe and Y/N—and were leaving as a family of three. "I think we’re more than parents now. We’re a team," he said, his words full of pride and excitement. “And I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at his words. She stepped toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I couldn't have asked for a better partner,” she said softly, kissing him on the cheek. “I’m so grateful for you.”

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "We’ve got this. We’re going to make it through this first year, and the next, and all the rest of them. Together."

It was the kind of sentiment that felt like a promise, and Y/N couldn’t imagine anyone else she’d rather make that promise with.

It wasn’t long before the nurse came back in, and Joe quickly scooped up the baby carrier, his arms steady as he took a deep breath. "Ready to go?" he asked, his voice laced with excitement.

Y/N nodded, and with that, the door opened to the hallway. They were stepping into a new chapter of their lives.

As they made their way through the hospital corridors, the bustling sound of the world around them seemed distant, almost muted, as if they were in a bubble of their own. The sterile, white walls of the hospital seemed a world apart from the warmth and comfort of what awaited them at home. Y/N’s hand naturally found Joe’s, and the two of them walked in sync, taking it all in.

Joe’s steps were slow and steady, the baby carrier held firmly in his hands, but the look on his face was one of wonder—of a new dad walking out of the hospital with the most precious thing he had ever known. And Y/N couldn’t resist pulling out her phone to capture it.

As they made their way down the hallway toward the exit, Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Joe walking ahead of her. The baby carrier was securely in his hands, and the hospital bag was slung confidently over his shoulder. He looked every bit the proud father, his posture straight, a look of quiet pride on his face. It was a simple, yet profound moment—Joe was stepping into his new role as a dad with a grace that she couldn’t help but admire.

Y/N pulled her phone out of her pocket, quickly snapping a photo of the scene. She studied the picture for a moment, and then, with a playful grin, she looked up at him and let out a low, sharp wolf whistle.

“Hey there, dilf!” she called out, her voice teasing but full of love.

Joe froze mid-step, his cheeks flushing slightly as he turned to look at her, a look of mock confusion on his face. "Excuse me?" he asked, a playful smirk forming on his lips.

“Oh yeah,” Y/N said with a wink, laughing at his surprised expression. “You’ve got the whole dad walk down now. You’re officially a dilf.” She chuckled to herself, loving the way he was reacting to her playful teasing.

Joe laughed, shaking his head but clearly amused. "I didn't realize that was part of the package deal," he said, glancing down at the baby carrier in his arms. “But I’ll take it.”

Y/N stepped closer to him, her arm brushing against his as they continued walking. "Oh, you’ve got it all, Joe," she teased. "The dad vibes, the confidence, and that carrying-the-baby thing down perfectly. The dilf status is just a bonus."

Joe shot her a playful look, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, as long as I’m doing it right, I’ll take all the compliments I can get."

“You’re doing more than right,” Y/N said, her voice softening with affection. “You’re already the best dad I could have asked for.”

As they reached the exit, the automatic doors sliding open to the fresh air outside, Joe’s gaze softened as he looked down at their baby girl. “I just want to make sure I’m the best for her,” he said quietly.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love for both of them. “You already are.”

With that, they stepped out of the hospital together—Joe, now officially a dilf, and Y/N, walking side by side with their perfect little girl, ready to begin the next chapter of their lives. The world felt full of endless possibilities, and with their love and support for each other, there was nothing they couldn’t face together.

As they made their way down the soft-lit hallway toward the exit, Y/N couldn’t help but steal glances at Joe, her heart swelling with affection. He was walking ahead of her, shoulders squared, his steps steady and confident. The baby carrier, securely cradling their newborn daughter, was nestled in his hands, and the hospital bag—a small, overstuffed reminder of their time at the hospital—was slung over his shoulder.

It was a quiet moment, the weight of it settling around them like a shared breath. Y/N observed him with a smile tugging at her lips, her heart full. Joe was no longer just her husband, her partner in life. He was a father now—their daughter’s father. His posture radiated pride, his quiet smile reflecting the profound love that had settled deep in his chest. He looked every bit the proud father. There was no rush in his movements, no uncertainty. Just a quiet, composed strength that made her fall for him all over again.

Y/N felt a little tug of admiration in her chest, a swell of emotion that she didn’t have the words for. And then, a playful thought crossed her mind, something that felt just right in the midst of this tender moment.

She pulled her phone from her pocket, the click of the camera snapping in her ear. She studied the photo for a moment, her fingers hovering over the screen. It was a perfect shot: Joe, walking ahead of her, with their baby safely tucked in the carrier, and the soft hospital lighting casting a gentle glow on his face. A small, proud grin lingered on his lips. She couldn’t resist.

With a mischievous smile, she leaned back a little, aimed her phone at him, and let out a low, sharp wolf whistle that echoed down the hallway.

"Big dick dilf is back in town!" she called, her voice playful, filled with the warmth of a moment shared between them, the kind that only two people who truly knew each other could understand.

Joe froze mid-step, a surprised laugh escaping him before his lips parted in mock confusion. He turned his head slowly, catching her eye, the flush on his cheeks betraying the little jolt of surprise her words had caused.

"Excuse me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his playful smirk now pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Y/N couldn't help herself. She winked at him, laughing softly as she leaned against the wall. "Oh, yeah. You’ve got the whole dad walk down now," she teased, glancing at the way he was carrying their baby. "You’re officially a dilf."

Joe’s laugh rang out, a genuine, amused sound, as he shook his head. "I didn’t realize that was part of the package deal," he said, glancing down at the baby carrier in his hands, as if suddenly realizing the weight of his new role. "But hey, I’ll take it." His voice was light, a warm glint in his eyes, as he glanced back at her.

Y/N chuckled to herself, loving the way he was reacting. "Oh, you’ve got it all, Joe. The dad vibes, the confidence, and you’re totally rocking that baby carrier. The dilf status? Well, that’s just the cherry on top."

Joe shot her a playful look, the grin on his face growing wider, his steps lengthening as they continued walking. "Well, as long as I’m doing it right, I’ll take all the compliments I can get," he teased back, his voice light but full of affection.

Y/N took a step closer, reaching for his hand, her fingers slipping between his as they walked side by side. The air between them felt charged with something tender, something that only the two of them could share. “You’re doing more than right,” she said softly, her tone turning gentle as her heart swelled with love for him. “You’re already the best dad I could have asked for. Look at you.”

His hand tightened around hers, the soft squeeze a silent acknowledgment of her words. The world outside seemed to fade away for a moment, leaving only the two of them. And their baby. The new little life they had created, now resting peacefully in the carrier between them.

As they approached the automatic doors leading out of the hospital, the cool air of the outside world sweeping in as the doors slid open, Joe’s gaze softened. He looked down at the carrier, his eyes full of something that she could only describe as pure awe. There was a quiet reverence in his expression as he took in their daughter for what felt like the hundredth time.

"I just want to make sure I’m the best for her," he murmured, the words barely above a whisper, but so full of sincerity that Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.

She smiled, her chest tightening with affection. "You already are," she said, her voice full of certainty.

There was nothing else to say. No more words were needed between them. The bond they had formed in the last few days had solidified into something unbreakable. Their love, their hopes for their future together, were written into the soft breaths of their newborn daughter. This was their family, their beginning, and they were ready for the journey ahead.

But just before they stepped out into the bright world beyond the hospital, Y/N glanced over at Joe, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Hold on," she said, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Before we go, let me just take one more picture of you."

Joe looked at her, a faint chuckle escaping him. "What, another one? You’re really milking this, huh?"

She raised her phone and snapped a quick picture of him, his arms full with the baby carrier, the hospital bag slung over his shoulder, and his face full of that proud, tender joy that came from being a new dad.

As she lowered the phone, she couldn’t resist another playful remark. "You know," she said, her voice laced with humor, "I think I just realized something."

Joe raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. "What’s that?"

Y/N flashed him a grin before letting out another sharp wolf whistle. "You’re officially a dilf. Like, a real one now."

Joe froze, his face breaking into a mixture of disbelief and amusement while his cheeks began to heat up. "I’m really going to need you to stop calling me that."

"Too late," Y/N replied, laughing as she nudged him with her shoulder. "You’ve got the walk, the dad vibes, and—let’s be honest—the total dad package."

Joe rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across his face. "I can’t believe this is happening," he muttered, still chuckling under his breath. “But if you’re going to keep calling me that, I guess I’ll just have to live with it.”

Y/N leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, her lips soft against his skin. "You’re perfect," she whispered, the words more than just a compliment—they were the truth, plain and simple.

With that, they stepped out into the sunlight, their daughter in her carrier, the world ahead of them. Joe was still walking with that quiet confidence, the weight of the baby carrier and the bag a small but loving reminder of their new reality. Y/N walked beside him, her hand in his, as their little family headed toward the future, ready to take on whatever came next.

And just like that, as the automatic doors closed behind them, it hit her: They were home now, their family complete. The world was theirs. And Joe was, undoubtedly, the perfect dilf to walk through it with.

As she looked at the photo in her phone, she couldn’t help but feel the warmth spreading through her chest. Their little family was finally complete.

“Let’s get her home,” Joe said, turning around to look at Y/N with a smile.

“Yeah,” she agreed, stepping up beside him. “Let’s do this.”

And together, with their hearts full of love and anticipation for the future, they walked out of the hospital, ready to begin their next chapter. The chapter where they would be a family—together, always, with their precious daughter, Zariyah Jasmine Burrow.

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A 1964 North American Tour entourage photo. One of the opening acts on that tour — The Exciters.

“Tamla Motown artists are our favorites. The Miracles. The Impressions. Marvin Gaye. The Exciters.” - George Harrison, Detroit press conference, September 6, 1964 Q: “George, I understand that from here you’re going, later on next month, down south. I understand you’re pretty against the segregation down there and we understood there were some problems about the hotel you might stay in in Jacksonville.” George: “We don’t know about our accommodations at all. We don’t arrange that. But, you know, we don’t appear anywhere where there is.” - Denver press conference, August 26, 1964 “We never play to segregated audiences and we aren’t going to start now. I’d sooner lose our appearance money.” - John Lennon, quoted by BBC News “That was an amazing and phenomenal experience. That was one of my favorite experiences in my career. When we worked with The Beatles, we flew first class. […] We just had so much fun with them. They were so down to earth. They were not full of themselves. They had the weirdest sense of humor. They were always clowning around in front of famous people. We were young teenagers and acted like it… teenagers are silly. […] [W]e were down south and they heard that the Exciters were on the tour and they [said] that no black people can work at the Gator Bowl… it's segregated and it's not allowed. We were about to cry again and we were saying to Brenda [Reid]’s mother ‘What are we going to do?’ The Beatles said ‘What do they mean the Exciters can't play? The Exciters are on the tour and it's a package deal. Whoever is on the tour, that's who is going to perform on the show!’ They told us ‘Ladies, don't worry about it, we're going to take care of it.’ The Beatles took a stand and I will honor them for as long as they live on the earth. They did it personally… not their manager or this one or that one. They said ‘If the Exciters are not singing on the show, [then] The Beatles are not singing on the show either.’ They didn't care whether black people never sang there or not. We were the first black people to sing there.” - Lillian Walker-Moss, musicguy247 dot typad dot com

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Four, Field Trips

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[three] [four] [five]

Bella and I stood next to each other, we had just gotten to our science field trip. I observed Bella’s eyes that went to the Cullens as usual. I then hear foot steps behind and before I can warn Bella, Mike pretends to be Dr. Frankenstein.

“Look! You’re moving. You’re alive!” He shouts, both Bella and I cringe. “Yeah false alarm.”

“Actually, I’m glad you’re not dead cause- well, that would suck, plus I wanted to ask you even though it’s like a month away…” He continued to talk, not even paying attention to the fact that she wasn’t facing his direction.

I watch Edward look up and over at our direction. Bella finally snaps out of it and looks over at Mike. It was a little late.

“So, what do you think?” He notices her blank expression. “You want to go? To prom. With me.”

I cover my mouth, looking away after seeing her horrified look. I try my best to refrain from laughing.

“Prom, as in dance. I uh- have to go somewhere. To Jacksonville. Yeah.” She sprouts out her lie.

“You can’t go another weekend?”

“Non-refundable ticket. Maybe you should ask Jessica.” We all glance over to across the lawn where Jessica stood. Mike then looks at me and my eyes widen.

“Don’t think about it. You’re not my type.” I sternly tell him.

He presses his lips together, sighing then going over to Jessica.

Both Bella and I make eye contact, laughing from that horrible ordeal.

Throughout the day I kept seeing two specific Cullens looking my way. And as that happened, each time I would look behind me as if there was something more interesting there.

Of course I would sneak some looks at them too but I’m hoping they didn’t notice or I wasn’t as obvious as they were.

We were now walking through the greenhouse and I saw Bella try to go up to Edward so instead of staying in between that I decide to walk ahead. Moving passed Edward and accidentally bumping into non other than Alice who seemed to have gripped tighter to Jasper.

Her grip loosened after seeing me. “I’m so sorry.” I bowed my head down a tiny bit to not look them in the eyes. She smiled motioning with her hand. “It’s quite alright.” Her voice was angelic, my face warmed up a bit and I start to feel embarrassed at how I was acting.

“I won’t be a bother, sorry again.” I stammered, going to walk away but she gently takes my hand for a second. I gasp at how cold she was.

“You can hang with us if you’d like.” My eyes wander over to Jasper who does a small nod, agreeing with his partner.

I shrug as a why not, finally straightening my posture and looking them in the eyes for only seconds at a time before looking somewhere else.

“Did those hurt?” She points to my piercings, since I flinch for a moment she instantly takes her hand back. “Oh, not really. I guess my tongue did but only the healing part.” I stick my tongue out, showing her. She stares at it.

I smile, closing my mouth, her nose scrunches in response. “I couldn’t imagine the feeling of metal in my mouth all the time.” She mumbles, almost inaudible.

“It doesn’t bother you after awhile. It kinda becomes you.” I say, purposefully adding a little dramatics at the end. I notice Jasper watching me intently. I smile and him and I didn’t even know his eyes could get wider but they did.

“Here, walk in between us.” Alice takes my sleeved arm, nod even between the fabric it still feels cold. I wonder if it bothers her.

I do as suggested, Jasper doesn’t seem so tense anymore either.

“You play Volleyball, I heard?” She asks, I grin just by the fact that she knew. “Yes! Our last game is coming up.”

“Really?” Alice looks up at me, I nod about to say something but Jasper beats me.

“We should go to it.”

My eyes light up but quickly I shot it down going back to a neutral expression.

“Yeah that would be awesome.” I agree.

For the rest of the trip I stood next to the two, it felt different but fresh as it wasn’t the same people I’ve been talking to for so long.

Someone other than Bella, Charlie, Jacob and Angela that enjoyed talking to me without using me to talk to my sister.

The buses arrived and we made our way over there, I saw Bella and Edward talking and it seemed to be upsetting my sister. I begin to walk over, picking up the pace and Alice joins.

“Hi, will you be riding with us?” She asks Bella but before my sister can say anything Edward interrupts. “No our bus is full.” He turns to go on the bus.

“Here’s my number, we should be-“

“Alice, come on.” Edward grabs her, stopping her from giving me the tiny paper. Jasper joins them, he gives me a sympathetic look and I give a small smile in return.

What just happened..?

“Your mother called, again.” Charlie calls after Bella who just stormed into the house trying to go upstairs to her room.

“Your fault for telling her about the accident.” Bella shrugs.

“She always did know how to worry.” His voice sounded sad. “But she’s changed, too. She seems happy. Phil sounds all right.”

“He is.” Bella goes up the stairs, I watch her spit the wedding photo Charlie still hasn’t seemed to take down.

The next day at lunch I stared at the Cullen table, unaware that I was doing it as I was thinking. Looking right at Alice and Jasper, infatuated with their relationship. Wondering what it was like behind closed doors. What kind of people they truly were. Why were they so nice to me at the field trip.

“La Push, baby. You in?” Eric and both my sister and I.

“Should I know what that means?” Bella raises an eyebrow.

“La Push beach, down on the Quileute rez. We’re all going after school. Big waves coming in.” Mike further explains. I already knew as Jacob had told me about the waves.

“And I don’t just surf the internet.” Eric makes a horrible joke.

“Eric, you stood up once. On a foam board.” Jessica called him out and even though I’m not fond of her. That was pretty funny.

“There’s whale watching too. You both should come with.” Angela chimes in and I smile at her.

“I’ll only go if you are.” I nudge her since she was right next to me. Her eyes widen at first but then she grins back.

“La Push baby.”

“I’ll go you stop saying that.” Bella says.

I knew Jake would be there with the others.

So of course I’m going to go. Plus, Angela is pretty cool. I love hanging out with her.

As Bella gets up to get food from the salad bar, I stand up as well but to go to the bathroom. “Where you going? Lunch isn’t over.” Eric questions me, they all look at me and I roll my eyes before turning to look at them. “I can’t piss anymore?”

Only reason I truly sit with them is for Bella and now Angela.

“Gosh you can’t ask questions anymore.” Jessica mutters, thinking I wouldn’t have heard. I raise my eyebrows, giving her a look. She presses her lips together and I head to the bathroom like I was going to do.

I enter the restroom, I actually wasn’t going to use it but to take a minute to myself before classes and everything. I normally am not overwhelmed so easily but something came over me like whiplash.

I heard the door open. “Sorry.” I whisper, going to get out of the persons way. “Hey, you alright?” The voice was small, gentle and I knew exactly who it was

“Oh, hey Alice. Yeah, I’m fine.” I force a smile, she stares at my face for a few seconds as if she was noticing me for the first time. Her expression was blank. Now it looks like she is staring off into space. I wave my hand for a minute, wondering if she’s okay.

Suddenly a smile appears upon her face. “If you say so, sweetheart.” She acts as if nothing happened. Going towards the mirror to fix her hair even though it laid perfectly. I watched every movement.

“So, you ready for that big game tomorrow?” She asks, I let out a shaky breath, laughing a bit at myself for being so nervous.

“Big time. Everyone will be there. We’ll make the paper if we win.” I tell her and she turns to face me once again.

“Really? That’s huge!” She squeals like it was actually important to her. “Yeah um, and I was thinking there’s this thing today. You should come, bring Jasper too.” I start,

Her head turns to the side. “We’re going to the beach if you’re interested.”

“Which one?”

I perk up to her answer, not expecting her to actually be interested.

“La Push.” I watch her expression falter the tiniest bit.

“Oh, how many people?”

“Uh, quite a bit.” I frown.

“I would love to. Really but Jasper has pretty bad social anxiety.” She sadly tells.

“I totally get it. Don’t worry. I’ll see you both at my game tomorrow though, right?” She seemed relieved by my response.

“Of course.”

“I keep thinking Eric’s going to ask me to prom, then he just doesn’t.” Angela tells Bella and I as we walk by the driftwood of the beach.

“You should ask him.” I tell her, Bella nods agreeing. “Take control. You’re a strong independent woman.” Bella exclaims like a motivational speaker.

“I am?”

“Totally.”

“Bella!? [Name]!” We three look up to see Jacob, Sam and Embry.

“Yes, you are.” I tell Angela before we acknowledge Jacob and end this conversation with her thinking to herself.

“Guys, this is Jacob.” I say.

“Are you stalking us?” Bella jokes.

“You’re on my rez remember?” He reminds her, “also you surfing? [Name] I’m surprised you’re not suited up too.” I just flip him off. “Definitely not.” Bella says.

“Keep her company, her date bailed.” Jessica teases and this is where I’m glad I’m not close with these people and they didn’t join me to the bathroom and heard my conversation.

Also I don’t think they would be cool with the idea of girls finding other girls attractive… sexually.

“What date?” Eric butts in.

“She invited Edward.”

“To be polite.” Bella argues, obviously embarrassed. “I think it’s nice she invited him. No one ever does.” Angela inquires, I think she is so sweet.

“Because Cullens a freak.” Mike sharply tells. “You got that right.” Sam speaks up and i grimace, not expecting that from him.

“You know them?” Bella questions.

“The Cullens don’t come here.”

I notice Jacob give Sam a look.

Everyone kind of stands there awkwardly and Bella ends up pulling Jacob aside, and she seems different. Like she’s trying to be flirtatious with him. And Jacob still having that puppy love crush is absolutely falling for it. I shake my head, sighing hoping he doesn’t get hurt. But I have a feeling Bella’s going to accidentally do so.

I go over to Sam and Embry as Angela decides to hand around Eric. “You got a little hot-headed out there.” I poke Sam who huffs in response. “Cullens are that bad?” I turn to Embry who looks down.

“You’ve heard the story before at the campfire, [Name]” Sam says, basically telling me I should remember one of these stories that I was told years ago. I press my lips together, shrugging my shoulders. “The Cullens were supposedly descended from an enemy clan. Does that ring a bell?”

I shake my head, “not really.”

“They claimed to be different than the normal enemy. So we made a treaty with them. If they promised to stay off Quileute lands we wouldn’t expose what they really were to humans.” Sam explains further, cutting it short than what Billy would have said.

“What are they-“

A scream emits from further down near the water, it was Angela being chased by Eric who holds a dead crustacean.

I end up not repeating my question as it seems to upset Sam. Going to join Jake and my sister who sat together.

Chapter four😨

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ミ★ yourself, just you ꜜ ASH WILLIAMS.

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「 ꜜsummary,, bad dreams had been creeping up on you after you, Ash and Pablo left for Jacksonville. so you try and relieve them by doing the only thing you think that might help you ; Ash. < part two here > 」

「 ꜜcontent,, written based on the feels from Just by Radiohead ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ oral sex (f receiving) ⋆ piv sex ⋆ pulling out ⋆ r's kinda in a bad mental place ⋆ sex as a coping mechanism. ꜜwc,, 1,1k. 」

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

the hotel room was dark, light snores coming from Pablo who you shared a bed with. Ash had the other bed to himself. you lay on your back, eyes tracing patterns on the crappy ceiling. the road trip to Jacksonville has left you, feeling things, you wish you didn't feel.

you huff, gently shoving the blanket off you and swinging your feet over the side of the bed. you shiver as your feet hit the cold floor, exhaling deeply as you glance around the room. Ash wasn't in his bed, and in the other room you could hear the quiet sounds of something playing on the tv.

you rub the sleep from your eyes, stepping through the doorway as you watch Ash sitting on the couch, arms resting on his knees. he wasn't wearing the metal hand, as it probably lay in his duffel bag by the bed.

you clear your throat, Ash's head snapping towards you. " jesus! scared the hell outta me. " he breathes, leaning back against the couch. he was only in an old wife beater and his underwear, legs spread as he looks at you. you weren't wearing anything better, just your underwear and a baggy tshirt. " did i wake you? " he offers in a quiet tone.

you shake your head, slowly making your way towards him. " can't sleep, " you exhale, your feet carrying you without thinking.

you stand before him, half blocking his view of the tv, though he isn't watching it. " what's up? " his voice is gentle as much as it's intrigued.

" can't stop thinking, " you trail off, and Ash watches you as you step between his legs, pausing.

he leans forward, his knees shifting slightly against your thighs. " can't stop thinking about what? "

" you, "

you suck in a breath as Ash's hand rubs up the side of your bare leg. " yeah? " you nod, closing your eyes out of embarrassment. you really didn't want to admit it, but you were aching for him. the close proximity of the road trip, the bad flirting, the dirty jokes, everything was chipping away at you.

you take a deep breath as you lift a knee over his thigh, sinking it into the couch as the other follows, settling yourself in his lap. he leans back, looking up at you with those sweet, brown eyes. " i need you, Ash. " you whisper, leaning in ever so slightly, his breath mixing with yours.

his stump presses against your lower back, pulling you in as his hand strokes your cheek. your core clenched around nothing at the motion. " yeah, baby? you sure? " his voice is breathy, chest heaving at the close proximity and your admission.

you nod, leaning into his touch, his thumb stroking patterns against your soft skin. Ash doesn't waste another second, pressing his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. a quiet moan slips from between your lips, the soft sound swallowed by Ash's lips.

he grunts, his hand wrapping around your back as he shifts you two, laying you down on the couch as he hovers above you. " i'll take care of you, " he mutters, lips trailing down your jaw and throat. " oh, i'll take care of you, sweet girl. " his voice is low and so disgustingly gentle. your head was swimming with pleasure as he lifted your shirt, exposing your stomach as he pressed open mouthed kisses across the skin.

you knew he would take care of you, his lips and gentle massaging of his hand proving that more than enough. his words were soft and breathy, trying to stay quiet as to not wake Pablo up in the other room as Ash swung your legs over his shoulders.

your back arched as he dove in, lapping at every inch he could reach with his lips and tongue. " come on, pretty thing, that's it, relax and let me take care of you. "

the time passes like a blur, soft sounds being muffled by his big hand, his hips pressing against yours. his thick cock filling you to the brim as he whispered into your ear. " you're taking me so well, you're doing so good, baby. "

each drag was a blur, your fingers clawed up his clothed back as he stuffed you over and over and over. the memories of all the shit that had happened would flood your mind — deadites, your dead friend, the Necronomicon, Ruby, running away — along with the drag of his fat cock against your walls, each vein, each twitch.

your climax came suddenly, eyes rolling back as one hand clamped over your lips to muffle your sounds, the other gripped Ash's shoulder like your life had depended on it.

he wasn't far behind, quietly chanting your name as he neared his end. his whole body shuddered, hips stuttered as he pulled out and came all over your bare stomach, panting harshly against you.

the clean up was a blur too, Ash having wiped you down with something before picking you up and carrying you over to the bed he occupied. he set you down, pulling the blanket over you before getting in himself. the moment he settled into the mattress you curled into his side, an arm draped across his firm stomach.

it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, your mind finally somewhat at peace as Ash stroked your back with his hand. you nuzzled against his chest, exhaling deep as you drifted off.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Beach Boys - Wouldn't It Be Nice

[unique-high]

7 Summers | BADA LEE X BLK FEM READER

summary: you remember when you Bada fell in love 7 summers ago.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay, I think I'm writing fanfics once a month now? Okay maybe not. But this lovely story is based on my favorite country song, 7 summers by Morgan Wallen. Lyrics are worked into the fic.

You remember the summer of 2018, how the air felt different in South Carolina—thick with the smell of crawdads boiling, sunscreen warming on skin, beer fizzing over bottle lips, weed curling into the night. And love, lingering in the heat.

That summer, you fell in love. Slow. Then fast. Then it stopped—like someone pressed pause.

You remember her in the backseat of the Jeep when you climbed in—a soft smile, an even softer face. You remember how the sun traced the outline of her jaw, and the thick salt breeze whipping her hair into her face.

“Bada.” she said with her hand out.

“Y-Y/n” You shake her hand. You both had stared at each other, hands still together.

There was that quiet moment that pressed down on you both for a few seconds. The kind of moment where you could see a life with her—like eating Domino’s pizza in your shabby little apartment on late Saturday nights, the static of the radio playing some Lana Del Rey song that made you realize you were actually gay. And then it’s her warm sweet laughter that felt like home, almost close to forever, but never quite.

You remember the song that played in the Jeep that summer—'I Like It' by Cardi B, Bad Bunny, and J Balvin. You remember Bada leaning toward you, her shoulder softly pressed into yours. She told you something—something about wanting to get in further south, where summers lasted all year ‘round—something about wanting to really live, wanting a break from life to finally breathe.

You had said something but couldn’t really remember what, over the loud music that sank into your chest, then your bones—maybe it had been something like “Me too,” or “I get it, though.”

You wonder where she is now—If she actually went further South like she wanted to. You wonder if she got a big ring on her hand right now. Maybe a baby or couple by now.

But when summer always comes around, you find yourself wondering if she's drinking, thinking about you—the girl from Jacksonville, Florida.

You knew better. You both knew better, but you two said forever in the warm ocean waters beneath the burning South Carolina sun.

And that was seven summers of Coke and Southern comfort.

You and Bada were dumb or just younger? Who knows.

Back then, Bada loved the river—just lazily floating on the calm waters, skin tanned, cheeks a little sunburned. You remember drinking a sixer with her to cool down, floating next to her, sunglasses on, staring up at the endless blue sky. Back then, love came easy; it wasn’t as gritty as the kind of love you were used to getting. Bada reminded you of something—something like your favorite song on the radio, turned all the way up, feeling the lyrics in your soul while barefoot dancing across in kitchen at 3 am.

And sometimes, when you're alone and thinking of her, you wonder if it ever makes her sad—knowing that was seven summers ago.

Final Note: I may do a part 2 where Y/n and Bada meet again. Still deciding. 😭

[psychopunky]

Bad break alternative ending when???

Alternative ending!? You get your ambiguous ending and you like it.

However I did write a more ambiguous ending before changing it.

Anyway spoilers for ‘Bad Break’ below.

(You can see how different my writing is compared to now)

Context needed: Reader was retreating three books but all three fell under the bed.

Wait no.

There's no way they would just let a man who killed so many walk free on the streets. With reluctance you dug through the paper pile again. Finding a newspaper from 1999 a year before you moved to Arizona.

The first page didn’t have anything too important on it. The name of the newspaper had changed to the Jacksonville Daily. You kept going through it to see what was so important about it. Then near the middle there was a small article. It has a small smiley face drawn in pen by the title.

‘Miracle Doctor Cures All.’

‘A Local doctor who started less than a year ago at the local mental institution claims to cure all. Doctor Michael Samuel claims he can cure the worst case patients with his new methods. When asked to explain his methods Dr. Samuel declined saying it was a well guarded secret. The Doctor however has said that several of the institution's most difficult patients had been going through said treatments. They had shown great progress, even a few being granted release by the new governor. Governor Adam’s hopes to show that the Arizona medical system is the top-’

There was a loud ringing that made you scream. Dropping the newspaper in a panic you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket as it continued to ring. You ripped it out of your pocket at lightning speed.

“Hello?!” You sounded out of breath but your voice cracked at the same time.

“Whoa what's wrong? You’ve been gone for over an hour you know.” Dude's voice came through the phone clear as day. You looked wide-eyed at everything around you. The box with the sweater and journal. The newspapers strewn about. The newspaper clipping that scattered over the floor.

You felt like he knew. Like he would know you found all of this. Would you end up like Tiffany? Was anything he did actually real? What if he was a ticking time bomb?

There were so many questions. There was too much evidence to just ignore this. You couldn’t run from this or just pretend it wasn’t real.

“Um Hello? You’re kinda worrying me with the silence.” Dude spoke again. The phone was still pressed to your ear. You let out a shaky breath trying to speak up.

“Sorry I’m here.” Your voice was still shaking the distress you felt was leaking through. You heard movement on the other end of the phone like Dude was getting up.

“Where are you? You don’t sound good.” Shit you can’t let him know you found this. It had been poorly hidden but hidden nonetheless. “U-Um I’m at the Lucky Ganesh just got held up looking for the books.” Dude hummed into the phone in response. He was quiet for a few moments but you heard the sound of clothes ruffling.

“I’ll meet you there, just wait for me.” In a panic you started shoving everything back into the cardboard box. “Ok see you!” Hanging up the phone immediately you shoved it back into your pocket. You got everything back in the box, closing it up. Picking it up and putting it back in the space under the bed. Next the newspaper followed.

You got everything back and found the broken part of the bed. A piece of wood that had snapped out of place. You pulled the mattress back as best as you could hiding the fact the bed was broken. Looking around on the floor you found two books that you had dropped. Scoping them up you ran out of trailer.

Just wanting to put as much distances between yourself and this fucked up reality as you could. You made it to the Lucky Ganesh out of breath and sweating. Your eyes were no longer watery instead sweat had built up on your brow. The books clutched in one arm as you waited outside.

You didn’t know what to do or how to act. The man you are going to marry is a mass murderer who got out of a mental hospital because some governor wanted to show off. What's to stop him from killing again? Was he even really cured?

Someone grabbed your shoulder making you jump. You dropped your books in a panic as you whipped around. Dude stood behind you with a frown on his face. He pulled his hand back holding it up.

“It's just me.” Normally those words would comfort you but as you looked at Dude you didn’t know how to feel. He was not the young man in those photos. Instead gray hair and wrinkles were his more pronounced features now. Not long hair with a dead stare. “You look sick.” Dude commented, reaching out slowly before pressing the back of his hand to your forehead.

“Alright come on I don’t need you getting sick on me.” Dude moved his hand away from your forehead. Bending over he picked up your dropped books. Handing them back to you. You took them without a word. Dude reached out, taking your hand in his. He pulled on your hand a little to get you moving. Silently you followed Dude along heading back to your shared home.

As you walked you couldn’t help but think. Weren't there three books?

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 23

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, some teasing, that's about it. Welp. We've come full circle. We are at the end of the fic. It's been a bit of a wild ride, but we made it, right? lol. thank you all for commenting, reblogging and interacting! <3. Bingo starts next month and Emily is currently dominating that one, so there's plenty of Prentiss to come! Otherwise, if you're interested in an Alex Blake series fill out that taglist to be notified when it starts! Love you all!

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Over the next couple of weeks you and Emily always made sure to set aside Friday nights for each other, though that wasn’t really anything new. Some nights were out on the town, finally happy to get a chance to show the other one off, while some remained tucked in one of you apartments with take out and cuddles. You got through your first couple of cases with no complaints from any of the higher ups and the reins got loosened a little bit as it was realized you were both trustworthy and putting the job above all else. You still managed to keep things hidden from the rest of the team, Garcia getting enough joy out of gossiping with Derek or one of the two of you in the meantime.

Derek had stuck true to his word, making sure to jump on the chance to bunk with you on out of town cases, much to your annoyance. Although now that you’d actually figured things out, you didn’t need to stick to your ‘Vegas’ rule, you were together at home already. But that wasn’t enough to stop Derek, little teasing remarks the entire week on a case out in Atlanta.

Currently, you’d just taken down an unsub down in Jacksonville, Florida. While the case was solved and the paperwork was done by dinner time, the jet had been loaned out to another department which meant another two nights in the sunshine state. Considering the weather in DC had started to dip, no one was really complaining about the extended vacation. The hotel had a large courtyard out front that included an oversized patio connected to the lounge just inside the doors and that’s where the team debriefed, drinks flowing, tables covered in appetizers, bits and bites to share as laughter and stories filled the air. You did your best to linger as late as you could as everyone started trickling off but Derek was holding out just as long as you were, Emily shooting him a glare when you finally caved, saying you were heading to bed and he followed your lead.

*

Emily rolled over in the uncomfortable hotel bed, her eyes scrunching before they opened to find the room still bathed in darkness. The air conditioner was whirring away under the window, but not a sliver of light was sneaking its way through the curtains. She let out a soft sigh, rolling onto her back and her head swivelled to look at the other bed where JJ was peacefully sleeping still. She curled back around herself under the blanket, shutting her eyes again in an attempt to actually sleep in considering this was the first day they could. It didn’t matter though, she could feel it already, her brain was awake and unwilling to shut back off, she was up for the day. Grimacing, she quietly reached out, plucking her phone from the bedside table to check what time it was, praying it wasn’t still the middle of the night.

*

You were just about to approach the café’s counter when the bell above the door rang, signalling another customer and you glanced over your shoulder. Your head tilted in surprise as a grin took over your lips,

“Hey…”

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” Emily chuckled in return, easily moving through the space to link your hand with hers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“What’re you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” She shrugged, “and someone once told me this was the best breakfast in the state.”

“You’re not wrong.” You smiled, turning back to the counter to double the order.

“You could’ve texted me.”

“We both know your phone’s not on silent, I didn’t wanna risk waking up Jayje.”

“True.” She replied, somehow managing to slip between you and the counter to pay for the food, passing you your coffee. “thought about swinging by your room but I figured if I even so much as walked down the hallway Morgan would have it out for me.”

You laughed in agreeance, thanking the worker for the sandwiches before you and Emily made your way out of the shop. Her fingers tangled with yours, thumb stroking over the back of your hand as you walked the block down to the beach. Wordlessly you both kicked off your sandals, wandering through the sand to a familiar piece of driftwood that you set up camp in front of. Emily’s free hand stayed on your thigh while she took the first sip of her coffee, letting out a happy sigh at the feeling of you nestling into her side.

It was so incredibly peaceful, the waves softly crashing against the sand while the sky began to light up, colours bursting through the clouds on the horizon, slowly climbing higher and higher into the sky. Hues of orange, pink and even a hint of lilac graced the sky as a warm breeze wafted through the air. You felt Emily take a deep breath, her shoulder moving under your head as she tried to immortalize the moment, the beauty of the sky, the salty smell of the ocean, the warmth of you beside her in the cool sand. Your gaze shifted from the ocean, flicking up to look at Emily and you practically melted at how stunningly beautiful she was with the shades of the sky reflecting off her skin, the sparkle alive in her eyes. Your hand wrapped around the one of hers she had on your thigh, linking your fingers together and she finally glanced down at you.

“What?” She asked with a small smile that you returned.

“I love you.” You murmured and the smile on her cheeks broke into a bigger one. Her free hand came up to cup your cheek, guiding you off her shoulder so she could kiss you, lips lingering against yours longer than you’d expected.

“I love you too.” She replied, a misting of happy tears invading both of your eyes as she gazed adoringly at you. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.”

“Same.” Smiling, you kissed her softly once more, a small giggle escaping your lips before you tucked yourself back onto her shoulder once more and her lips brushed the top of your head. A very happy silence overtook the two of you while the sun continued to climb in the sky until the array of colours had finally faded away to the classic baby blue, picture perfect fluffy clouds scattered through the air. “I wish we had sunrises like this back home.”

“Guess we’ve got a reason to come back to Florida more often then.” She replied.

“Really?” You lifted your head up, glancing over at her.

“I mean, if you want to. That’s what vacation days are for, right?”

“I say we try to find the prettiest sunrise in the entire world.”

“I mean, it doesn’t matter where we are, as long as I’m with you I know it’s gonna be the prettiest.”

“Emily!” You laughed, swatting at her arm.

“I know.” She winced, “I already regret saying it.”

“You’re a fucking cheeseball sometimes, you know that right?”

“You make me… incredibly soft.” She smiled, stroking at your cheek again and you leant in to kiss her.

“Good. Maybe I’ll get the upper hand on you one of these days.” You replied with a tease, smirk on your lips before wrapping yourself around her body once more, shifting slightly in the sand to be more entangled with each other.

It was a couple more hours by the time you and Emily made the call to head back to the hotel. The sun was fully in the sky, humidity hanging in the air and the crowds had started to pick up. Rather than the relaxing mood of the sunrise, there were people sprinkled through the sand, splashing their way into the water and setting up camp for the day. You scooped up your belongings, accepting Emily’s hand when she held it out to you and the two of you wandered back towards the hotel.

On the walk back you’d already started talking about lunch, figuring it’d be best to stop at the lounge, see what the options were so you were crossing through the courtyard rather than the lobby. You made a joke that pulled a loud laugh from Emily before she tugged you to her, kissing you deeply without a care in the world. And it was certainly lucky that she didn’t care considering the voice that you heard next was one you both recognized.

“It is about damn time! Where have you two been?”

“Penelope?” You asked, pulling away from Emily, although her arm stayed firmly wrapped around your waist, “what’re you doing here?” It was then that you actually glanced around the patio, noticing a nook of it covered in very Garcia esque decorations and balloons, “what’s… going on?”

“Garcia had this all set up back at the office, but when I told her we were staying the extra two days…” Rossi started, eyeing you and Emily with a sly grin on his cheeks.

“I figured I’d hop on a plane and bring the party to you.” Penelope smiled brightly across at you, “congratulations. You’ve been part of the BAU for a year now.”

“Pen…”

“Hold up!” JJ cut in with a laugh, “better question is what’s going on here…” She gestured toward you and Emily, who laughed at the question, her cheeks tinging pink. “Where were you?”

“Down at the beach.” You replied with a shrug, doing your best to not attempt to hide in Emily’s shoulder as you laughed it off.

“Oh please don’t tell me you were doin’ the nasty down there.” Morgan groaned.

“Hey!” Emily cut him off, “maybe if you hadn’t hijacked my girlfriend’s hotel room we wouldn’t have to sneak off for some alone time.”

“Also,” you grimaced, “absolutely not. Sand would get everywhere.”

“Okay, okay.” Penelope laughed, “interrogations later. Now…” She grabbed your hand and Emily’s arm finally slipped from your waist, letting the blonde guide you over to the table, “it’s mimosa time.” She picked one up from the table, handing it to you as everyone paused to pass out glasses until everyone had one. “congratulations to our dear sugar plum y/n. You’ve made it a full year with our chaotic little family and we wouldn’t have it any other way. You were the missing part of our team and now we’ve found you and couldn’t be happier, we love you.”

Glasses clinked together as murmurs of agreements and other well wishes were heard from around the space. Penelope pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek that you returned before taking a sip of the mimosa and accepted a soft kiss from Emily, which resulted in a little bit more hooting and hollering from the team than you would’ve normally liked, but there was still a smile on your face when you pulled back from the kiss.

“Alright, the brunch buffet is open, and the mimosa’s are bottomless. Let’s enjoy our last day in the sunshine state.” Rossi announced to another rousing cheer from everyone as little conversations started to take over.

You were immediately sucked away by JJ and Garcia, Emily watching with a fond smile as the three of you gossiped over the rims of your glasses, laughter and smiles evident all around. She took a sip of her drink as she debated browsing the buffet, despite the breakfast sandwich earlier, that had been a while ago and she was thinking about eating again when Derek stepped up to her.

“Hey,” he extended out a greeting card sized envelope.

“What’s this?”

“Just wanted to get you a little something.” He smiled, “it may be Wilson’s one year with the team but that means it’s an anniversary of some sort for you too, right?”

“I guess.” She chuckled, ripping open the envelope and flipping the card around to the front then flipped it open, her brow furrowing, “Derek did you bother reading this before you bought it?” She glanced up to him, suddenly worried by the sly look on his face, “this is a father’s day card.”

“Last time I checked, you were somebody’s daddy…”

“Morgan!” She shrieked, smacking at his chest with the card and he burst into a fit of laughter, reaching out to squeeze at her shoulder.

“Okay, okay. I couldn’t resist.”

“You fucking menace.”

“I am happy for you Prentiss, really. Happy looks good on the two of you, I’m glad you got everything sorted out.”

“Yeah.” She smiled fondly in your direction, catching your eye and you excused yourself from the girls “me too.”

“He’s not torturing you, is he?” You asked, arm easily winding around her waist and she scoffed, rolling her eyes while she showed you the card. Your eyes widened in realization as the heat began to creep up the back of your neck before you shot Derek a glare.

“You’re rooming with JJ tonight, just for that.”

“Only if you buy me ear plugs first.”

“No.” You shook your head, “you don’t deserve that. You’re gonna have to hear whatever you happen to overhear.”

Derek grimaced, raising his hands in defeat before wandering off without another word, leaving you and Emily laughing together, her lips brushing against yours briefly.

“I love you.” She murmured, simply eager to say the words again, to make it known just how important you were to her and that you always would be.

“I love you more.” You replied, leaving a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“I’m not sure that’s quite possible.”

“Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” You grinned, clinking your glass with hers before she leant in to kiss you again.

It didn’t matter how long you would wait, because your love would be forever. And the two of you knew it that day, surrounded by your friends, your found family that you’d created and made just for yourselves. The ones who were there for you every step of the way, who’d helped you through some of the hardest times over the past year and proved that they loved you time and time again, and always would. There was part of you that had thought you would never be able to find and achieve this level of happiness, that love was a mythical concept people only talked about. But now you knew that was the farthest thing from the truth. With Emily by your side and in your corner you’d unlocked the ultimate level of peace, the greatest experience that life could bring you was one with her, and Emily couldn’t possibly be any happier than getting to be your person.  

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To Love, To Die, and Everything In Between

This was a requested work, you can find the request HERE Find my Master List HERE Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader Word Count: 3k+ Rating: R Should I put an old school Wattpad excuse as to why I've been gone so long? Also, I really hope my tag list is right!

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of war and fighting, mentions of death, regular cannon violence (probably less), No use of y/n, the term Sweetheart, Tons and Tons web weaving, credit at the end. This is so fucking angsty.

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They say it's about the journey, the destination itself nothing more than an ending, all the importance found in the steps it takes to get there. But really, it's the destination itself that holds the meaning. After all, if that wasn't the case, the destination wouldn't come with a soul crushing grip, fingers digging into the folds of my lungs just to starve out the capacity for air. 

The journey's memories would not be left with inky smears of fingerprints, the clarity nothing more than the orange tinted, overexposed film and the whirring of a projector still clicking though no more film is passing through. Nothing left but the flickering light of the present, the whirring akin to blood rushing over ear drums. 

Destination means death to me. If I could figure out a way to remain forever in transition, in the disconnected and unfamiliar, I could remain in a state of perpetual freedom.

And this in and of itself is death. Squinting through the glaring light that is now I can see the curve of his lips, the way they give frame to perfect teeth and a tongue that has done nothing but speak promises that his hands have kept. And his hands are gentle. They are clean. They have guided me, unseeing, through the journey of the last year. 

It's been months through screens. Fingers hovering over buttons. The decision of to call or not to call. Messages collecting in inboxes and photos of moments I never had the hope of being a part of. It's better than our mother's had, or their mother's before them. Crackling phone lines and tear soaked stationary from wars past. Though the story has been the same, it has always been the same. And the story is this: man fights for his country, for his love, for his honor, for the women behind them and the men standing at his shoulders. They fight for dignity, out of duty, out of order and for a future they have no hope of seeing. That is not to say that they won't make it out alive, that they won't come home. No, it is to say that they are leaving a legacy, moving pieces of a chest board from which the game was erected at the turn of the first war and shall be played until the end of the last. 

Legacy. What is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. 

And what are we? The women who stand behind them. The women, the families, the love that stands behind them as they fight for dignity, out of duty and out of order as they search for their honor. Tear drops on stationary, kisses pressed to closed envelopes spritzed with perfume. We are crackling voices through barely connected telephone lines. We are the viewers of the photographs and the "likes" on social media, the wish you were here comments and the well wishes from worlds away. We are the same as every woman that has come before us. In love with a Soldier, an Airman, a Seaman, a Marine who's gaze is forward. 

You have a row of dominoes set up; you knock over the first one, and what will happen to the last one is that it will go over very quickly. 

From NAS Pensacola, to just east at NAS Jacksonville. Jacksonville turned to NAS Yorktown which gave way to Miramar in the way the coast gives way to the waves. The letters came in sparser than the phone calls ever did, but maybe that's what did me in. That last letter, an acknowledgement of life in the wake of something horrible having been prevented that now sinks below the horizon, down, down, down. 

It's always my own breathing, my own heartbeat. After all, I am still alone, even if he is alive and well. He stands an ocean and a world away. It's always my breathing. 

She runs, trips and pitches down the stairs, holding her letter.

She follows the letter down, down...

Blackout. A clatter. Strange sounds—xylophones, brass bands, sounds of falling, sounds of vertigo.

Sounds of breathing.

The Hard Deck on a sunny evening is all rich wood and the stark smell of the ocean, the windows pushed open to invite the fleeting warmth into the bar. I haven't made it further than the front stair case; Jake Seresin's smiles, an invite and a warning all at once though it isn't directed towards me. He doesn't even know I'm here, and I could keep it that way. I could run now, I could leave, deal with everything over the phone and through ink strokes of dying fountain pens in the same way we have been dealing with everything for months. 

I can at least be neat. Walk out and be seen as clean. 

The thing is this, Jake is home. Here at the Hard Deck, on the beach in Miramar, California surrounded by his squad, his newly minted and now permanent squad. The Daggers, the name fitting the feeling that the news pushes into the space between my ribs. An ache lives there now, unrelenting and dangerous. A reminder that the journey, our journey, has found the light at the end of the tunnel, and it's a train heading straight for us. We stood no chance, not with out feet planted firmly on the tracks. 

The shame of being seen consumes me. 

I know the look that will streak across his eyes before that smile lands full and glistening on his lips. I know that look of happiness, the one that is unburdened and surviving though it shouldn't. A smile that knows nothing of the pain looming around the corner, the dagger still stuck in my side and the way that I have been tracking blood behind me, droplets splattering crimson sick on the pavement as I limp out from hiding. He's not going to notice the way my skin is still slick with blood or the way the proverbial handle still hangs from it's new sheath between my ribs. It's red ink under his rose colored glasses. 

I think I've already lost you. I think you're already gone.

Though it wasn't a choice he made, at least, it hasn't been since he agreed to this job in the first place. The moment that ink dried on his contact, royal blue and officially binding, it hasn't been his choice. Not really. And maybe somewhere along the line I got tangled up in it all. In the kindness of his words that snuck out from his cocky grin and the way his eyes raked over the unbroken skin of my body and claimed it as land to tend. Maybe my heart has always been in my hands; why he has shielded me from the horrors of the world with his own body, even before he had a chance to see them with his own eyes. Maybe he knew my skin was supposed to stay unbroken. 

Maybe it wasn't. 

But either way, I still bleed now. And Jake still wears the rose colored glasses that come along with survival like this. A second chance at life, he declared proudly over the phone no less than a week ago, a chuckle laced in his voice in a shallow attempt to hide his utter bafflement. He wasn't supposed to make it back from this one, no matter the promises his Captain made. Jake's tone worn thin over the phone like he knew it was the end. He wasn't supposed to make it back. Our story was supposed to end there, my own body on the other side of the railroad crossing while Jake fell gallantly from the sky; a blaze of glory and red hot heat. 

But now he's home. Home, home, home. 

That's the whistle of the oncoming freight train, a warning call. 

It’s not enough nearly to survive. One needs to flourish.

I push into the bar, squaring my shoulders with my chin held high. There is no white flag here, no surrender. If one of us must fall from the sky, all burning red heat and glory, I guess it's going to be me. 

To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light.

I know the look that's coming, the look that will dash across his eyes and the smile that will bloom. Worse yet, I know the look that will succeed his smile. That look where he will square his jaw and narrow his eyes, batting down the hatches to make sure no sense of hurt will make it through. 

The hurt will make it though his eyes anyway. The cracks in his facade akin to the humanity he wishes he could keep from display. Hangman: a persona to keep emotions at an arms length though they already has a noose securely around his neck. I can see it in the pinprick tears collecting in the corners of his eyes even as he lifts his chin up; a Tarantino tilt of the head.  

He spots me, eyes going wide as his smile. "Oh my god, Sweetheart, what are you doing here?" The sight of him in all his blond hair, blue eyed glory gives me pause. God, he is beautiful. He is beautiful, with kind hands that have guided me through these last few months and now, this moment will be the last time I truly get to appreciate it. 

Those kind hands are working their way around my frame as he pulls me into his chest. He bleeds warmth, and for a moment I wonder if he can feel how much blood I've already lost, if it's wet against his palm as he grazed over my ribs. I wonder if he can feel it, and if it would still be warm. Warm with the feeling of me, and the love that I have for him. God, I love him so. 

There can be no friendship with someone I am not ready to betray. 

It's in this moment that I know, with his hands wrapped around me and my cheek pressed against the heat of his chest as his heart beats thickly in my ear, Jake Seresin is my best friend. He is my best friend and he doesn't know I'm bleeding out. 

The train is getting impossibly closer, now. It's horn blaring in my ears so loud it's giving me vertigo. I sway a bit in Jake's arms; he grips me impossibly tighter- I begin to hemorrhage. 

"Oh, Sweetheart, I am so glad you're here. If I would've known you were coming, I would've picked you up! I can't believe you didn't tell me you were coming! Jeez, I can't believe you are here, Sweetheart, really. God, you feel good," Jake's words come uninterrupted, punctuated with another squeeze of his arms. 

"Yeah... I'm," The words come out muffled against his chest, though it sounds like my own voice is a million miles away, "I'm here." 

A moment more passes gently, stuck in the confines of his embrace before he pulls back. His eyes meet mine for a moment, stark blue in the way the the flag is, embedded with stars and glory and a weight I can not even imagine- before they are flicking back up to his squad.

And it's in this moment where I realize that Jake Seresin may love me, and I may love him, but there is no blood left in me. I have nothing left to bleed, only words to bare. There is only desperation on my tongue to beg the man before me to love me more than he loves his own glory, his own noble sacrifice, and his country. 

Let me be very clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered. 

I will be slaughtered too, whether it be from the knife still stuck in my side or the incoming train, I will be flayed open under the hot California sun for the world to see. 

I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly. 

And yet, it will be okay, because I will be seen. Jake Seresin will see me, unclean and unkempt, void of blood and tears, the only thing left over will be the ghost of us and all the love that I still have left to give. Atoms cannot cease to be- I think my love for him is one in the same. 

I hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child and fell asleep on the couch during a family party. I hope you can hear the laughter from the next room. 

"Can we step outside?" I peer up at him, my chin pressed to his sternum. Truth be told, I look past him, over the prominence of his brow bone and up to the planks of the ceiling. It's easier to take a hostage when you don't have to look them in the eye.  For a moment I wonder if I should have feared getting blood on him to begin with, but knowing he himself could not feel it even as it coated his own palms helps me guide him from the audience of his friends. His wrist held loosely in my grasp until we've made it to the sand. For a moment I almost forget to let go. 

Of course love is still there. Still, still, still. 

There is a sort of sticky sweetness in the cavern of my chest now as I stand next to him. Maybe it's been there this whole time, encasing  my heart and thickness of it's beating. Jake wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side with gentle hands. He hums with contentment, fingers brushing over my arm. 

"I can't believe you're here," Jake still looks at the sky, the horizon line drawing his eye. "What are you doing here, sweetheart?" 

My heart stutters in my chest. What am I doing here? My eyes catch the horizon too, as I pull the proverbial blade from it's place between my ribs. It too is sticky sweet with blood and smeared fingerprints. 

I write my own deliverance. 

The words are written on my tongue in bile. My hands shake. I shove them into my pockets, eyeline still stuck on the orange of the setting sun. It's warmth accompanies Jake's, sinking into my hollow corpse. Again I threaten to sway under the momentum of the moment. This is it. The ending.

"I came to say goodbye," They are not the correct words, the letters all jumbled up and ill-fitting in my mouth. "I came to wish you well." He turns his chin down to me, eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

"Goodbye?" The word rakes itself out of his throat, all gravel and uncertainty. His hold tightens on my shoulders, just a little, pulling me tighter into his side. Heat continues to roll off his frame. My hands form fists in the confines of my pockets, an attempt at clutching this moment before it  slips past. 

"Yeah, I mean..." There's a pause. Breathing room. A forcing of air in and out of my lungs. Jake doesn't seem to breathe at all. "This is it, isn't it?" 

"What could you possibly mean by that?" His gaze meets mine for the first time, steady and unyielding.  Suddenly I am aware of just how much blue surrounds me now. From my cheap cardigan, littered with holes that still manages to fight off the chill of the breeze to the royal of the ocean waves. The sky is azure too, melting into orange and pink hues that will give way to the vast deep navy of the night. But there is nothing more royal that of Jake's irises. Still weighty with stars and glory, but reflecting my own strangled feelings back at me. The destination grips my lungs just a little bit harder, the train wheels squealing against the tracks, but it's too late now. 

Everything is blue. Everything is blue. Everything is blue. Everything is blue. 

I squeeze my eyes shut, too tight, and everything my eyes see is blue then, too. "I came to say goodbye, so you could continue your life, you know,?" I shrug vaguely, hoping he will get the idea, "Like really continue your life here, settle down. This is your home base now, and your family is in there. I'm not really sure what else you'd be expecting to happen right now." 

The words pour out of me, not crossing my brain before they leave my tongue. A strangled sound of confusion leave Jake's lips as his arm slips from it's place around my shoulders. The chill gets in after that, right down to my bones. 

"I-" The words catch. I hold my breath waiting for a moment, then another, then another. Jake breathes deeply now, forcefully. Taking each beath deep into his lungs like it's painful. I continue to hold my breath. 

The spot between my ribs, now void of proverbial blade still aches, but now with more loneliness and finality than strikes of pain. A fact dawns on me in that moment, as my lungs  burn for air, watching Jake's jaw stutter with upspoken words. Maybe this wasn't supposed to be an ending. Not like this, maybe not at all. 

You are a burning house that I want to live in. 

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" With Jake's unsure words, I manage an uneasy breathe. My lungs feel aflame with new oxygen. My eyes meet the sand, my dirty sneakers looking out of place next to Jake's nice leather boots. I can't help the almost chuckle that escapes my lips, it comes out as more of a grimace. 

It occurs to me that maybe Jake has no idea about just how much I'm falling apart. Just like my mother, and her mother before her. Loving men from afar as they fight- Soldiers, Airman, Seaman, and Marines. The shock of it all ricochets through me; a generational pain that is now mine to hold. 

The splendid thing about falling apart silently... is that you can start over as many times as you like.

"If you're saying what I think you're implying here, I need you to say it out loud," Jake breaks through the fog of it all, his voice stern and commanding. It sends a shiver down my spine. I have never seen him like this, burning so fiercely with love and it makes the sticky sweetness of my insides warm. "If you're saying what I think you're saying, I need you to say it. I need you to say the words out loud for both of us to hear, because I need to hear that goodbye if you're going to walk away from me. Oh God, Sweetheart, please don't walk away now,"

"When you were on that ship," I kick some sand with the toe of my shoe, a neat little pile of it forming in front of me, "When you called, I didn't think you were coming back, and now that you're here, you're alive... God, you're alive... I just thought that I'd be holding you back. I mean, if we kept this going, there would always be something dragging you backwards, and I don't want to drag you back, Jake. But, I also can't do it like this anymore. Our relationship has been spent through phone calls and letters and I don't think we've spent more than three days consecutive together, ever," 

"I am so fucking glad that you are alive," I can't help but laugh, the pressure a little less crushing, "But we are both worth more than this," 

When I finally gather the courage to look up, Jake's eyes are already on me, running over my features so slow like he's working on memorizing them. I have so much more to say, so many words that wouldn't fit on the collage ruled paper or in the textbox of a message.  All of these words just begging to escape from behind my tongue. 

"I love you," I blurt out, eyes linked with his blues, unhindered and unbashful. "God, I fucking love you, and I can't believe I'm saying it for the first time now, not over the goddamn phone, and we are on the periphery of a fucking ending," 

"It's only an ending if you call it as such," Jake reaches for my hand. I extract them from the their denim confines and let them slip into his. "Because I am not fucking walking away. Do you think that I would?" 

What a question. What a loaded fucking question. 

"No," I answer honestly, "Not on purpose, but I know the fight is always in front of you, and that leaves me in the rearview, and I am not going to ask you to give up that, to give up all of this, for me. You have a family here, now, even if you don't want to use that word. Those folks in there, the people you almost fucking died with, those are your people forever, now. They are who you have to fight with, and fight for."

"Yes, they are my family, but that doesn't mean that you aren't anymore," Jake squeezes my hands, pulling me just a little closer. 

"Anymore?" I barely hear my own voice, but I do feel the tears welling up in my eyes. "Have I been your family before now? Before this moment, before you almost died?" 

"Of course you have," Jake chokes down a chuckle. "You are my person, my home, and I want you here, here with me,"

"But what about everything that comes next. The next time you have to go somewhere in the middle of the ocean to fight an unknown battle, with enemies who are just trying to do the same thing. Everyone is just fighting to stay alive, to get home, what then?" 

"Who do you think I was fighting so hard to get back to?" Tears fall from my eyes at his words, his hands coming up to cup my cheeks. "Who do you think I will continue to fight to get back to? Sweetheart, I will dogfight my way out of anything if that means making it back to you," Thumbs swipe at my tears as he leans in, pressing his lips over mine. A welcome home and a goodbye all in one, but not a goodbye from one another, but from the people we used to be. 

Death frees us from the torment of parting. 

And so the train passes, I remain un-flayed to the world and Jake didn't go out in a blaze of glory and red hot heat. I may have bled out, but that dagger was never mine to carry- even if we were both fighting to get back to each other. And maybe a part of us died there, on that beach, our lips pressed together as Jake breathed life back into me. It's a death, but not one of finality, because If you're lucky, you die many times before you ever really do.

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QUOTE CREDIT

Destination means death to me. If I could figure out a way to remain forever in transition, in the disconnected and unfamiliar, I could remain in a state of perpetual freedom. - David Wojnarowicz

I can at least be neat. Walk out and be seen as clean. - A burning Hill - Mitski 

"She runs, trips and pitches down the stairs, holding her letter.

She follows the letter down, down...

Blackout. A clatter. Strange sounds—xylophones, brass bands, sounds of falling, sounds of vertigo.

Sounds of breathing."

― Sarah Ruhl, 

Legacy. What is a legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. - Hamilton 

"You have a row of dominoes set up; you knock over the first one, and what will happen to the last one is that it will go over very quickly." - President Eisenhower in April 1954 

The shame of being seen consumes me. - Cynthia Cruz from  diagnosis, The Glimmering Room

I think I've already lost you. I think you're already gone. - Matchbox 20

There can be no friendship with someone I am not ready to betray. -slavoj zizek 

Let me be very clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered. - anecdote of the pig, tory adkisson

I hope death is like being carried to you bedroom when you were a child and fell asleep on the couch during a family party. I hope you can hear the laughter from the next room. - lilies abounded

It’s not enough nearly to survive. One needs to flourish. - Jack Tanner, The Source of Dreams, When Human Imagination Died

To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light - rainer maria rilke

I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly. - Anne Sexton, A self portrait in letters.  

Of course love is still there. Still, still, still. - unknown, tumblr

Everything is blue. Everything is blue. Everything is blue. Everything is blue. - Halsey 

You are a burning house that I want to live in. - unknown, tumblr 

“The splendid thing about falling apart silently... is that you can start over as many times as you like.” ― Sanober Khan, 

If you're lucky, you die many times before you ever really do. - Jake Weasley Rogers. 

Death frees us from the torment of parting. lighthousekeeping, jeanette winterson 

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What Extraordinary Beings We Are

Summary: Qimir is the hottest pop star on the planet right now with a new album, awards and a movie, he is enjoying himself until he suddenly gets attacked outside of a club. His manager, Mae, arranges for her sister to become his protective agent until they can get more permanent security but there is something about Osha that just has him in awe. Based on a Tumblr prompt by @flythesail

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Chapter One

The stadium was packed full of screaming fans, mostly girls and women in anticipation of the concert. The roadies and techs running back and forth to get everything going, the massive screen on the backdrop showing an image of a countdown to the concert’s beginning. The band was sitting in their positions, listening to the stage manager in their ear pieces. The backup dancers were jumping up and down and stretching, ready to go out.

The only one missing was the star himself.

Mae knocked on the door.

“Qimir, hurry your ass up,” she said, looking at her phone. Mae Anaseya had been Qimir’s manager for the last three years and she had been the only one to stay by his side that long because she didn’t put up with any of his bullshit- of which he had plenty. She looked at the time. They were minutes away from starting, opening the door before he could answer her properly.

She walked in to find him sitting in front of his vanity, looking at his phone and generally ignoring the woman who was working on his hair.

“Come on, you need to get out there,” she said and he looked up from his phone.

“Mae,” he said in mild annoyance, the woman putting his microphone around his head and taping it into place. “I thought we said we weren’t going to come into rooms without knocking first.”

“I did. You are going to be late, let’s go,” she said, shooing the woman away as she dragged Qimir from his perch and shame walked him down the hallway. The roar of the crowd filled the stadium and shook the walls. They were like wild animals out there.

“Where are we going next?” he asked, looking at his phone, scrolling through Instagram to see if any of the BTS guys had hit him up.

“Jacksonville, and you need to actually remember this time. Saying thank you to Boston when you were in New York did not go over well,” she said, shoving him along the path to the stage. He didn’t pay her to be nice, that was for sure.

“Thanks for the tip,” he muttered and fixed his black jacket.

“The movie is wrapping post production so you’ll be going on a press tour starting in two months, you have six more stops on this tour and you are done until Feburary next year,” she said, looking at her phone. She had been hired because she had been the only one who had gotten him where he needed to go and doing what he needed to do without much of a fight. Everyone was always letting Qimir do whatever he wanted, as long as he gave them a wink and a smile, but Mae was immune to his stupid charm and instead focused on their working relationship- she was his annoying sister who kept him on the straight and narrow.

Qimir was ushered onto the stage and in front of thousands of screaming fans, Mae standing off to the side, looking at her phone. She returned to the green room, answering calls and e-mails as the concert went on for three hours and finally he came back, sweaty, laughing and looking like he had been having fun. He showered quickly in his dressing room and they were on their way out to greet fans out front.

“We’re heading back to the hotel, your fans have twenty minutes,” Mae said, the stadium security escorting them through the hallways, leading towards the front of the stadium where fans were spilling out of the building, waiting to get a glimpse of him.

Qimir pushed his black hair back, thinking about the evening’s performance when just as they were going through the doors, a shot rang out and everyone screamed, fans running in different directions, everyone dropping down and the stadium security grabbed him, taking him back inside.

He didn’t know what was going on when there were more shots and he was forced into a side hallway and into an elevator.

“What’s going on?!” he asked, looking at Mae, who had also been grabbed.

“I don’t know!”

The security team took him down to the basement and shoved him into a car before he had the chance to ask what was happening and they were off.

“What is going on? What happened?” Qimir demanded of the driver. They made it back to the hotel and heard the news that someone had been shot outside of his concert. A fan had tried to bring a gun into the building but she had been stopped by security and the cops had talked to her. It was a legal handgun that she owned and she had been told to leave, apparently she came back after the concert and had starting shooting in Qimir’s direction when she had seen him coming out for fan photos. She was shot and in critical condition in downtown.

“Well, this isn’t good,” Mae said, looking around the hotel room. The crew and roadies had been escorted back to their hotels by stadium security, but already everyone was on edge because of the incident. Qimir had been popular but since his album release a few weeks earlier and being nominated for Artist of the Year, he had moved to a super high status in the entertainment world. That kind of attention came with all kinds of threats. They had never had serious security before and this was making her nervous.

“We are going to have to get you personal security.”

“Personal security? Mae, there’s no need for all of that,” he said, looking skeptical and she shook her head.

“With everything going on I think we need to be more careful. With the movie coming out, the concerts and the public events, you are extremely exposed, you need someone to watch out for you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want someone who is going to stand out, that’s boring. Can you get someone who does like undercover work? Like a cool spy?” he whined and she rolled her eyes. This guy was so annoying. She looked at her phone and saw that her sister had finally texted her back.

Are you okay? I heard about what happened. Call me!

“Hold that thought,” she said, stepping into the hallway and calling her sister. “Hey, Osha, I am okay, I promise.”

“Mae! What on earth happened?”

“Well-”

She explained the situation and then finally made her request, “Hey, do you think that Sol would let you come help us out for a bit?”

“You want me to come be security for your client?”

“Qimir is not going to let some guy in a suit and sunglasses protect him, I need someone who can handle all of his annoying,” she explained, thinking of the many times he had gotten into trouble with the paparazzi in the past by making a scene. “We need your help, Osha.”

The Republic Knights were a very effective personal security team that had been formed many years earlier by Osha and Mae’s mentor, Sol. When Mae and Osha were younger, they had been enrolled in self-defense classes by their mother, and Sol had taught them how to take care of themselves. He had moved into private security after several years with the FBI and had offered Osha a job when she was in college. She had been working with him ever since.

Private security was never really Osha’s original interest, but she did get to travel a lot, help protect people and enjoy the added benefit of getting to go to some really nice places. The hotel in downtown where Mae was staying was far more luxurious than Osha was used to.

She had been working personal security for a trading group that had ships going in and out of Africa for the last several months when she got the call about Mae and went to Sol to ask for the security evaluation. Mae was insistent that the Republic Knights be the ones that provide the security service because she could trust Sol. He had a small but dedicated team that had not lost a client the entire time he had been in business.

Sol had insisted that he take the meeting in person, bringing Osha, Jecki and Yord with him to assess the threat level.

“This is a nice place,” Osha muttered to herself as they looked around the hotel lobby, waiting for Mae to come to them. The place was high dollar and they had never worked for someone at this level before.

“Not very secure,” Yord muttered and Jecki looked at him.

“It’s a hotel, idiot, not a Marine Barracks, they’re hiring us to secure it,” she said, rolling her eyes. The two had been working with Sol for about a year now and they were constantly getting on each other nerves.

“Enough, all of you, we have to look professional,” he said, fixing his suit jacket.

“What’s so special about this guy anyway?” Jecki asked, looking at Osha.

“My sister is his manager, he is mainly a singer, but he’s been doing TV shows and movies, he has a new movie coming out and the threats have been getting worse and worse. He is a big deal, I guess,” Osha said, though she had never met him before. Qimir was the thorn in her sister’s side, she was always complaining about what a pain in her ass he was, but she had liked the job and they had a good working relationship.

Mae appeared at the elevators and thanked them for coming, shaking Sol’s hand and they went up to the penthouse to meet Qimir.

“Qimir was discovered by a modeling agency about five years ago, he started singing too and that’s when his career took off with his first album, The Stranger. Since then he has been super popular. We’ve been on tour for the last two months. We wrapped his movie a month ago and it’s in post production so soon we will be doing a press tour. After what happened, I realized that we need to come up with a better security set up because we’ve been relying mostly on security at the venues and the movie lots.”

“We are more than happy to oblige, but this is a big ask, Mae, we have never taken on such a big client before.”

“That’s why I thought of you, with such a small operation, you would be more dedicated to his security than a bigger name. Besides, he’s an annoying pain in the ass and handling him is going to take a full team.”

“What about your security?” Osha asked, looking at her sister. She had been there when the woman had shot into the crowd.

“If you keep me from getting hurt too, that’s a bonus,” she said, as they reached the floor where the room was. They entered the massive penthouse to find that it was only decorated in the finest. Qimir was a major client. The most security that they had done the past few months had been escorting and trade route protection, not a single client that came with a big name. But Sol was excited for the new challenge and the higher rate of pay for his employees.

And he trusted Mae, she had been a good kid since he’d known her and Osha. They had been a little at odds because Osha had decided to keep her training under Sol going when Mae moved on to other things, but this was a chance for them to all work together.

“Qimir! Get out here, the security team is here,” Mae said, leaving them standing in the sitting area to hunt him down.

Yord took in the room, searching for all exits and being mindful of the massive windows that looked out on the city. Jecki helped herself to a spot next to Sol on the couch and Osha looked at the large painting of a lion on the wall.

“This is ridiculous, I don’t want some random people hanging around me like this,” Qimir whined as he followed Mae out of the bedroom, looking at the pair on the couch. “This is bullshit, I don’t need some suits hanging around telling me what to do.”

Mae looked at him, shaking her head.

“Qimir, I trust Sol, we’ve known each other for years, he will make sure that you are safe and that’s all that matters to me. I can’t lose my meal ticket now,” she said and he rolled his eyes, looking over and spotting Osha standing next to the massive painting and he stopped, taking her in.

She was wearing a black suit and white button up shirt and stiffened at his sudden attention. He looked her up and down and turned to face her.

“Hello,” he said, smiling at her and she looked at Mae.

“H-Hi…” she replied and walked right up to her, looking her over.

“Hi,” he said again in a much lower voice and got extremely close to her. She stiffened, looking up at him.

“Qimir, this is Sol, he’s the one who you’re meeting with today,” Mae said, looking annoyed and Sol stood up. “This is my sister, Osha, I’ve told you about her before.”

“I remember…” he said, not taking his eyes off of Osha as he completely ignored everyone else in the room. “How are you doing today?”

“F-Fine,” she said, looking at him, confused. What was his deal? She was used to being generally ignored and pushed aside. Sol was a great mentor, but he always maintained professional distance with her. Yord was the king of following the rules so he was no fun and Jecki was great, but she was not great at getting close with people, making Osha tend to stand off on her own. Her profession also made her more of a wallflower than a conversationalist.

“Qimir,” Mae snapped, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him towards the couch, forcing him to sit down. She shook her head, looking at Osha. “Sorry about him.”

Osha recovered quickly, but Qimir had yet to take his eyes off of her.

“I understand you were hesitant about having a security team around,” Sol said, trying to gain control of the meeting, “And I understand that you want to go about your life normally but-”

“No, it’s fine- I want Osha to take care of me,” Qimir said, finally taking his eyes off of Osha and looking at Sol.

“Excuse me?” Sol asked, surprised.

“Sure- yeah, if she is the one who is my escort, I am more than satisfied,” he said, smiling at her. “Mae trusts you, so I trust you, and I want Osha.”

“Uh- I don’t think-” Osha tried to interject, but Sol reached out a hand to Qimir.

“We are happy to do business with you!” he said a little too hastily. A client like this with this kind of money was going to get them more team members. Sol looked at Osha, smiling at her in reassurance.

Qimir looked at Osha, sitting back on his couch and she felt like this was a big mistake.

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@flythesail bruh you did this to me, now I can't be stopped

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In Key West, September 10, 1964. Photos by Curt Gunther🌸

Paul Drew (DJ): "Have you ever done this. Sat in with another group?"💐

George: "Yes, last trip to America. Last year we ended up in Key West, 'cause we couldn't land in Jacksonville because of the hurricane, and we stayed in a little motel there, and the Bill Black Combo was on the trip with us, set up their equipment in the bar, and later when everybody had gone home we had a session, just on our own, and it was nice. I never enjoyed playing so much for ages. It was great." - Datebook, 1965🌹

The Beatles refused to play to segregated audiences in America, and had a clause included in their concert contracts (e.g. for their 1965 Cow Palace concert)🌷

Larry Kane: "The Beatles made history: it was the first time blacks and whites sat together in the Gator Bowl [in Jacksonville, Florida, on September 11, 1964]." - MOJO, October 2016🥀

Q: "George, I understand that from here you're going, later on next month, down south. I understand you're pretty against the segregation down there and we understood there were some problems about the hotel you might stay in in Jacksonville."🌱

George Harrison: "I don't know about our accommodations at all. We don't arrange that. But, you know, we don't appear anywhere where there is [segregation]." - Denver press conference, August 26, 1964🪷

Via @harrisonarchive on Instagram🍂