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lovewillthaw-j · 12 days ago
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See the resemblance?
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neoarchipelago · 1 year ago
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Just saw a TikTok where a kid send their favorite stuff animal to his dad who's deployed. Just imagine this happening with 141 🥺 (I'm actually sending this to my favorite writers hoping I can get a cute scenario 😅)
That sounds adorable... I melted at the thought. Sorry it got very angst with Ghost but I'm feral for this man and I'd give him babies any time he wants.
Warning: slight NSFW, f!reader, angst and comfort
Price:
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Price would frown but have a little smirk, watching the recruit hand him a cardboard box. His smile spreads when he notices figures of who it is from.
He wouldn't mind opening it in front of the team. They'd be busy bickering anyway.
He swears his heart stops for a second and he sees the soft thing. He could recognize it in the middle of the battlefield, the awful thought putting a ping of anger in his heart.
He'd be silent for a moment, looking at the round pink thing, his mind instantly wandering home, to you and your daughter.
He took the tiny note, scribbled a bit. "Keep you company daddy. Love, mom and me"
He swears he could cry right now.
He keeps it in his barracks, hidden so well no one ever glanced at it until he left. He wouldn't dare taking it with him, not wanting to soil it with he horrors of the battlefield.
He hugs it at night, until the day he returns, his daughter running to him as he holds the stuffed animal who kept his sanity strong.
He makes sure to worship you that night, thanking you silently for making him the happiest man on earth. In the morning you're sore but oh so happy. He whispers sweet nothings as he helps prepare breakfast, thanking you for giving him a daughter and home to come to.
Soap:
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Soap would be thrilled to see the box for him. He wouldn't even wait to open it, under the amused gazes of the team.
He'd smile brightly at the sight of the little shark, immediately taking the note to read it out loud "to help you fight daddy!"
He run around the room, holding it up in the air, voicing to his team how happy he was, how proud of his son and how he absolutely loved you for giving him such a gift .
He'd keep it at all times at base. The round thing on the table in front of him during meetings.
He calls it Sergeant Sharky, everyone starting referring it by the same name.
At night he hold it tight, it's more intimate. He can let himself feel the way he misses home, almost tearing up. He knows you're waiting for him at home, probably preparing for his arrival.
He swears he's the happiest man alive.
When he gets home he tells stories of Sergeant Sharky on the battlefield (never anything gory) his boy being in absolute amazement over how his favorite stuffed animal was a hero with his dad.
He absolutely ravages you that night, almost begging you for another kid, begging to make him a daddy again. He just praises you for being the best mama, the best wife. He has you limping by morning as he holds his son, running around with him as he winks at you, subtly hinting to his son to ask you for a sibling.
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I feel like gaz would open it with the team too. Though he'd be much more hidden and private about it.
He immediately smiles when he sees the little white bear inside of the box. He can't help the sadness and yearning he feels almost immediately.
The images of you, laughing in the morning as his son jumps on the bed to wake him up makes his throat burn slightly.
He found the indulging gaze of Price who noticed the fluffy thing.
He'd read the note to himself, hiding it from anyone's gaze.
"to take care of you daddy" he has to blink away the blurriness.
He'd be more secret about it, but as soon as his in his tent the toy is with him at all times. He finds himself sometimes talking to it. "Yeah... I miss home too. We'll go back to them."
He finds himself with a new strength, the battle almost feeling less heavy on him. He's doing it for you. For his son. To try and make the world a better place.
He almost runs home from the airport, throwing the front door open, bags dropping to the floor as you see him. Your mouth opens slightly, shocked, but he sees the relief in your eyes. He kisses you deeply, the sound of tiny running footsteps from the hallway making his heart stammer in his chest.
He's home. That night he makes love to you, lovingly, sweetly and with such love that you find yourself crying and clinging to him. He finds himself absolutely loving the way your son runs into the room by morning, waking him up. He doesn't give a shit how tired he is.
Ghost:
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Oh god... Here I go...
When he's handed the box, he frowns. He immediately retreats to his tent to open it. He freezes when he sees the white and brown bunny.
He's scared to touch it. His gloves feel disgusting and tainted with horrors. He rips them off his hands, putting the box down on his bed to rush to wash his hands. They're clean, albeit sweaty but he just can't seem to shake away the feeling of blood on them.
When he finally let's himself touch the soft thing he holds it like it's the most fragile thing he ever touched. It shouldn't be here. So close to him when he's a monster right now.
The note breaks him. "Come back to us" it's your writing, she's too small to write. But there's a tiny sun scribbled in pencil next to it.
He rips off his mask bringing the bunny to his forehead as his head bows down, closing his eyes. He's crying. He feels guilty from being away from you. From his daughter. From home. Home that you allowed him, after he had thought he'd never be worthy of it.
It stays in his things. Hidden. He very rarely takes it out. Tries to not look at it too much. He's almost protecting it from even witnessing the base. Keeping it away from Ghost. That he tried to keep at the front door every time he came home.
When he gets home he needs time. It's always the same. He calls you, announcing that he is back. He takes 24h to remain on base, letting himself split from the battlefield. He needs time. You know it. You understood it.
When he gets home you notice something else this time. His eyes look at you with such adoration that you catch yourself almost hyperventilating. He often looks at you with love and care. But right now he looks at you like you were his goddess, his air and life essence. The same look he gives your daughter, like she's the only thing that ever matters to him.
He sits on the couch later, handing the bunny to his daughter who beams at the sight of her bunny back. He softly thanked her for sending the bunny to him. Softly explains that she should keep it home, it'd get dirty with daddy. You noticed the subtle message underneath his words. You want to hug him. But of course she understands. Such a clever girl.
He fucks you passionately and hard. He marks you with hickeys and bites, he gets lost in you, lost in your scent, the soft sheets are freshly clean. Your moans anchor him to his new found paradise.
He's got a small need to breed you again. But he'd talk to you about it. Beg on his knees if necessary, hoping that you'd be merciful to grant him another miracle. (As if he needed to do anything else but simply ask. Like you weren't the one who'd kneel for him if he asked.)
If you were the one to start the conversation, about, perhaps, maybe, if there was a chance, at some point "just spill it out love" "I want a baby... Again"
Absolutely feral. Literally throws your pill to the trash. It's on.
Doesn't let go of his daughter for days. She's in heaven as daddy holds her whenever she wants, reads her stories and plays with her. He keeps bending you over the nearest surface if she's napping or playing at a family's house (extremely rare, he's a protective wolf over her)
Spoils her rotten, he feels so guilty for leaving for such long periods of time. Spoils you as well.
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vague-in-vegas · 20 days ago
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A surviveshipping playlist (because I'm mentally ill ❤️)
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Happier // Olivia Rodrigo
You know I know you've moved on, found someone new. One more girl who brings out the better in you. And I thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past.
But she's so sweet, she's so pretty. Does she mean you forgot about me? But she's beautiful, she looks kind, she probably gives you butterflies.
I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go, so find someone great, but don't find no one better.
I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best really. Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me. And think of me fondly when your hands are on her. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.
Orange Juice // Noah Kahan
Honey, come over. The party's gone slower. We're just glad you could visit. Feels like I've been ready for you to come home for so long that I didn't think to ask you where you'd gone.
See the graves as you pass through from our crash back in '02. Not one nick on your finger, you just asked me to hold you. But it made you a stranger and filled you with anger.
Now I'm third in the lineup to your lord and your savior. You said my heart has changed and my soul has changed.
That my life has changed, that this town had changed, and you had not. That the world has changed, and don't you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on? Are we all just crows to you now? Are we all just pulling you down?
Love Me Like You Do // Ellie Goulding
You're the cure, you're the pain. You're the only thing I wanna touch. Never knew that it could mean so much. Follow me through the dark, let me take you past our satellites.
You can see the world you brought to life. Fading in, fading out, on the edge of paradise. Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've got to find.
Only you can set my heart on fire. Yeah, I'll let you set the pace 'cause I'm not thinking straight. My head's spinning around, I can't see clear no more. What are you waiting for?
Heather // Conan Gray
Only if you knew how much I liked you, but I watch your eyes as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than a blue sky. She's got you mesmerized while I die.
Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty. You gave her your sweater. It's just polyester, but you like her better. Wish I were Heather.
Irresistible // Fall Out Boy
I just followed your scent, you can just follow my smile. All of your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine. This one might be a battle, might not turn out okay.
You know you look so Seattle, but you feel so LA. And I love the way you hurt me, it's irresistible. Too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves. You know I give my love a four letter name.
When He's Not An Option // Rhys Want
And I wish I'd known then what I know now. I could've won your heart before we figured out that it matters to society if you wanna be with a man.
Oh, love of mine, my sweetest friend. I hope you never see this adoration, this admiration is slowly destroying me. But God Almighty, what I wouldn't give to spend my nights with you.
My feelings are an enigmatic, problematic system that is leading me to corruption 'cause my baby girl is so cute when he's not an option.
As we grew up from a couple of kids to two grown men, out trying to make it. Two grown men so full of ambition.
And babe, your hair grew longer and your eyes grew weaker and every time I looked at you, I just fell in love deeper. I thought when we got older, this feeling would subside.
But now that I am older, I'm having a hard time letting it slide. Oh, love of mine, my sweetest friend. I hope that you will see this admiration, this adoration will never let me be.
So, I'll make heart eyes at you that we won't edit out even in post-production 'cause my baby girl is so cute when you're not an option.
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galactic-star-bruiser · 2 years ago
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Work song x Din (request)
Din Djarin x f!reader
work song- Hozier
ahhhh I wish I could tag the anon who requested this bc it was just too good of a song for our protective boy.
no warnings except slight cursing and minor violence
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Work Song request x
Boys, workin' on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burnin' heat?
I just think about my baby
I'm so full of love, I could barely eat
I had been on a bounty for two weeks now...much longer than expected. 
Any time I had to spare I stole away to my hotel room and thought of her hands on me. It was the only thing that kept me sane. 
Every day we got closer to the bounty was one more day I was away from her. 
Double edged sword. 
There's nothin' sweeter than my baby
I'd never want once from the cherry tree
'Cause my baby's sweet as can be
She'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me
I would’ve done anything to feel her lips on mine again. 
What if she was gone when I was back? What if I couldn’t protect her like I promised because I’ve been away too long....
The work was brutal, the suns of the dessert beat down on me and there wasn’t a time that I didn’t feel sweat dripping down beneath my armor. 
I was forced to take a mission with another bounty hunter as per request of Karga. He was a bastard for that.
She thought touching me unexpectedly and calling me ‘Mando’ was cute. It wasn’t. 
She wasn’t my girl.
I couldn’t give up the bounty though because the credits were high and I wanted to be the provider I set out to be. 
I wanted to make a family. I only wanted my baby who was waiting for me alone in the razor crest. 
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
The grueling hunt began wearing on me as we hit our third week. 
Three weeks of hearing high pitched ‘Mando’s’ and another woman’s presence surrounding me. 
If I were to be shot on this god forsaken mission I swear I’d drag my fucking body to the razor crest myself. 
I’d come home to her like I promised. No matter what. 
As if something in the galaxy was listening, my fate came to me all too quickly. 
I was in the bar beneath my hotel, sitting in a dark corner where no one could see me knock back the drinks I was ordering. The burn felt good against the pain of missing her.
I was caught off guard... that never happens 
unless I’m thinking about her
I thought I was dead. I let a cold ring drag me under and gave way to unconsciousness.
Boys, when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
Nothin' in her room but an empty crib
I felt my body being carted somewhere. 
I couldn’t open my eyes but I knew my helmet was still on. 
I didn’t even care at this point. All I cared about was getting back home to her. 
And I was burnin' up a fever
I didn't care much how long I lived
But I swear, I thought I dreamed her
She never asked me once about the wrong I did
I could feel everything even if I couldn’t open my eyes. 
I heard everything. 
The fucking hunter I was sent with had double crossed me. Bad mistake. 
My hands were tied against what felt like a wood beam and wherever I was smelled dark and damp. 
My eyes were slowly starting to open and I set my vision on the woman who was supposed to be my partner, circling me like a shark. 
“Let me go before this gets ugly”
She chuckled mockingly. “Please, Mando. Did you really think I’d share this bounty with you? No fucking way.”
A blaster was lifted to my neck, touching the cowl that laid on my throat.
“I won’t ask you again.” I said with a vicious tone. 
Her last laugh sent me over the edge. My hands had been freed from their weak ties full moments before. 
The thought of her made me want to act more rationally. Come home safe rather than risking my life.
In one fell swoop I was standing and held the woman’s own blaster against her head. 
“Why shouldn’t I blow your brains out right here?”
“Heeeey, mando” she chuckled nervously and raised her arms “It was just a joke, you know how it is. Working with someone as handsome as you makes it hard to control myself. “
I pulled the trigger. 
My babe would never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the Lord don't forgive me
I'd still have my baby, and my babe would have me
She’s never once asked me what I did to come home in the shape I was usually in. 
I was grateful for that.
Speaking to her of the cruelties of the galaxy felt as though I were staining her. 
I must’ve been walking for miles, blaster hanging limply in my hand.
When the crest made its way into my sight I dropped it and used whatever strength I had left to sprint.
I made it to the door. I knew I had lost blood in the attack but I was losing adrenaline now and I could feel everything. 
It was as if an angel had opened the crest on some orphan who had been left at her door step.
Her cry and gasp were the last things I heard before succumbing to my injuries. 
When I was kissin' on my baby
And she put her love down, soft and sweet
In the low lamplight, I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me
I dreamt that we had a Home. Children. Safety. 
We were older and our bodies were allowed to age rather than be brutalized by bounties and fights. 
We were happy. 
I could’ve died if it meant living in that dream.
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
Small, delicate, hands were tracing the outlines of my face when I finally opened my tired eyes. 
“You came back to me” she sobbed. 
“I said I would. I would’ve dragged myself back to you.”
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maliaxwoodard · 2 months ago
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“They really do love messing with our favorite shows. It's like they enjoy watching us suffer," she said, thinking about all the series she'd gotten invested in only to have them yanked away. The conversation shifted to motherhood, making her pause thoughtfully. She understood Sienna's hesitation - being a mom wasn't for everyone. "Girl, you're so right about life-changing decisions. I never thought I'd be that mom who knows all the words to 'Baby Shark' but here we are," she giggled, reaching for her phone. She beamed as she pulled up a recent photo of Leilani at the park, her curly pigtails bouncing as she went down the slide. "This is my little hurricane right here. She's got more energy than a case of Red Bull and asks why about everything. Like literally everything. Yesterday she asked why clouds don't fall from the sky. Want to know the wild part? Before her, I used to think I had life figured out. Now I'm just winging it day by day, and somehow it works."
"I don't know the reason behind that but netflix has been pulling that type of thing for a while now and it's annoying. They took friends off their list of shows, then schitts creek and then they took off one of the best shows they've done so far." In her opinion at least and she still couldn't understand why given how popular it seemed to have. The grimace on Sienna's features only grew when she was reminded of why she went to the store and took her birth control every single day. "See, that's the scary part about being a woman, isn't it? Something happens and you've got to make such a life changing decision." It seemed to have worked out for Malia but Sienna didn't know if she was fit to be a single mother. "At least you don't regret it. That would be the real heartbreak. Do you have a picture of her?"
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bellarkeselection · 3 years ago
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Love 3000
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Request from @thighs-of-betrayal-blog Tony Stark x Reader, where the reader gets hurt on a mission and Tony loses it.
Set during the battle of New York (Avengers)
Loki is powering the portal through the blue Cuba on Tony's new tower. Creatures from space are attacking New York and us everywhere. Using my iron suit I blasted some of the creatures through a building that had been cleared. You might be wondering how I gained my own iron man suit, well simply put Tony and I met at an event that Pepper had planned to show off his newest suit to the world. Hulk had destroyed a giant shark creature until I see tons more flying from the bright blue portal.
Tony and I instantly hit it off after that night. Though I was never a fan of being in the eyes of the paparazzi I was happy to go to restaurants with him and let him buy me stuff. Yet I think he only sees me as a friend. Pepper has warned me to not get involved with him, but it was hard to not develop a crush on the man.
A creature jumped from a building window onto one of my flight thrusters breaking it. Jarvis informed me inside the suit. "Flight power at 50%" Oh crude! I blast it off feeling I start to crash to the ground. I roll on the ground banging up the suit and getting a few cuts from the impact. "Jarvis!"
I cry trying to get up but a swarm of the creatures tackle me. Raising my hands out I blast some back and try to fly but nothing happens. Shit, I'm dead! More of the creatures drop down to replace the ones I'd destroyed and I heard Tony blasting some away in the distance.
I'm completely boxed in a circle by these darn things. A flying creatures roars above my head signaling for the others to attack because they all pile ontop of me. Tearing and bending the parts of my suit making me see red flashing system failures across my screen.
My vision blurs at the impact and my head starts getting dizzy. I collapse into the dirt with a hard pounding against my head. "Miss L/n, I'm connecting Mr. Stark to your suit." The AI spoke but I'm tired from losing blood. I'll never get to tell him how I feel.
Closing my eyes for a moment I rest. Suddenly I shot my eyes open at hearing rapid blasting near me along with the panicked voice of Tony. "Y/n. Hey, hey, look at me. Come on baby you have to stay awake!" He removes my mask and flips his up as I squint seeing his eyes filled with concerned. A look I dislike very much.
"T-Tony...I...I love you." I mumbled out gripping the metal arms of his red iron suit. His arms are wrapped around my waist holding me in his arms but I let my eyes fall closed hearing him calling my name. "Y/n!"
A beeping of a monitor wakes me from my sleep to see I'm laying in a hospital in the hospital hooked up to some machine. Adjusting to the bright lights I squint to see Tony enter from the hallway a huge grin masking his face. "Y/n. Oh thank god!" He rushes to my bedside gently sitting on part of my bed. "I - thought we'd - I thought I'd lost you!"
My eyes scanned his body to see cuts that would later leave scars mostly on his face. I could only imagine that I had a few bruises and scars all the same as him. "Ton, what happened..." I trailed off in question with a dry cough. He gives me a cup of water and I take small sips, seeing a iv probably filled with pain medication. "We won. We saved the city."
"Y/n, did you mean what you said. Do you - love me?" He clears his throat rubbing the back of his neck like he's nervous. Which is something I've never seen from the genius. I blush lightly twiddling with the fabric of my hospital gown. He actually heard me say that.
Flickering my eyes up to his deep brown ones I lightly stutter. "I uh - I did. I couldn't help it, you're - I understand if you don't feel the same way. We can just stay friends-" He cuts me off locking his lips over mine gently but long enough to make me wrap my freehand around the back of his neck.
"Y/n. You have no Idea how long I've wanted to hear you say those words." His hands cup my face barley pulling away with a smirk on his face. I giggled lightly kissing him once more. "So you love me. For real, Tony Stark."
He captures his lips with mine making me twist my fingers through his locks. "Yes Y/n L/n. But I don't just love you...I love you 3000." Without thinking I tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt never wanting this feeling to go away. "I love you 3000 too."
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beverlyonvinyl · 4 years ago
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wasteland, baby! - JJ Maybank
summary; after a jealousy-fueled fight with your Kook ex-boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, the hot-tempered JJ has a long awaited meeting with you on the dock.
warnings; swearing, underage alcohol/drug consumption, plenty of angst, fluff.
word count; 1.5k
song; wasteland, baby! by hoizer
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wasteland, baby / i’m in love / i’m in love with you.
The Boneyard was crowded with all walks of life tonight. Slimy Tourons looking for a girl to hook up with before they left town, rich Kooks getting drunk off of just a few beers, and the almighty rulers of the Outer Banks, the Pogues. Party animals by nature and fighters by chance, whether a nosy Kook got in their business or a Touron took something too far, a Pogue was always up to throw punches.
One of the Pogues stuck out, a particular blond-haired boy that was consistently sporting some kind of gnarly bruise or cut. The infamous JJ Maybank was always getting into of trouble, typically for a good cause. He's a ticking time bomb, and he can't keep his hands to himself.
The sandy-haired troublemaker was currently surrounded by a small arena of people, unbeknown to his circle of close friends that were sipping on bitter alcohol on the opposite side of the moonlit beach.
"JJ has been gone for like, twenty minutes," a girl with caramel skin and the most annoyed expression on her face pointed out to her other friends. "He probably found a girl."
The boy across from her looked behind him, he was a bit more sober than his reckless buddies.
"Kie... are they screaming his name?" He asked, still gawking at the large swarm of people behind him.
Another girl chimed into the conversation. "I bet someone is—"
"Is he in a fight?" Kie set her solo cup down on the ground and stood up. "What is his deal?"
The ringleader of the Pogues, and the boy who had thrown this party in the first place, came striding over to his other three friends with a freshly filled cup in his hand.
"John B.," the other boy stuttered. "JJ is beating the shit out of someone..."
His drunk and tired features expressed enough that he was done dealing with JJ's outbursts. Honest to god, everyone was tired of it. Picking him up from police stations, icing his bruises, making sure he didn't break something, he was acting out more than he ever had previously.
"Go deal with it," John B. gestured to the girl that wasn't Kie. "He'll listen to you."
Y/N raised her eyebrows at her best friend, contemplating if what he was saying was the truth, or just bullshit to get out of meddling with JJ's antics.
"I'm not getting between him and whoever he's kicking in the ass," she took down a gulp of her beer. "He's dangerous when he's angry."
"You make him less angry," John B. countered. "Now go fix it and I'll get the rest of these assholes off our beach."
Y/N headed for the crowd of onlookers, kicking up the sand with her worn, green Vans. She could hear another voice barking back at JJ, and unfortunately she recognized it.
She pushed her way through some brainless Tourons in cheap shark tooth necklaces, shoving them to the side and ordering them to scram. This was between her, JJ, and the guy that had got beaten to a pulp.
"Fucking Rafe," she sneered, watching JJ throw another punch to her ex-boyfriend's bloody face. "What did you do this time?"
JJ turned his head, his cerulean eyes piercing into hers. Rafe took this precious moment to breathe, for JJ's very violent assault had offered him little time for that.
"Everyone out!" Y/N yelled at the last few nosy people that surrounded them. She watched Rafe catch his last breath before he took another blow to his jaw. "Stop it, J."
"What?" He pushed Rafe's limp body to the side and looked at the frustrated girl standing above him.
She disregarded JJ's questioning look and crouched down next to her quivering, former lover. He was still very much alive, lord be damned if Rafe Cameron ever lose his life to a weed-smoking, beer-slugging, couch-surfing Pogue like JJ, but he had stil been pummeled horribly.
"Tell me what you did to make him hurt you," she muttered in Rafe's ear.
Rafe chuckled at her. Once his beaming girlfriend that thrived in country clubs and sundresses, she traded her perfect Kook life for a life full of treasure hunting and disappointing her parents.
If only he hadn't started with the cocaine.
"Just told Kelce some stories of how good you were in bed," he smirked at her with dark eyes.
JJ came stomping back towards them, open lighter in his tight grip. "You're fucking disgusting..."
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. "Wait for me on the dock."
He let out a huff of aggression, not feeling free of the anger he had towards Rafe. His heavy boots hit the frail wooden planks of the Chateau's dock, and he couldn't help but let his thoughts drift to maybe, just maybe, Y/N wanted her dickhead of an ex-boyfriend back. Maybe they were out in the Boneyard reminiscing of old times when they would go to the country club and sneak kisses when their parents weren't watching. Maybe she wanted to help Rafe get clean so they could be together again.
JJ looked out at the calm water, such a contrast to the storm he was feeling in his chest. When he felt that strike of hurt, that pain and fury within him, he took it out on the nearest thing that crossed him.
"I'm sorry about that," a small voice hummed from behind him.
He turned around to see Y/N's figure framed by the blue moonlight.
"I should be the one that's sorry," he mumbled.
She sat beside him on the splintering dock. "J, I would've cut his face up with a beer bottle if I heard what he said."
He laughed at her a little. "So what'd you say to him?"
"That I'd cut off his dick if he talked about me like that again."
JJ looked at her in pure admiration. He knew when he first met her that she was locked up in the gates of the Kook lifestyle. Rafe always made him jealous, whether he spotted them holding hands while he was busing tables or sharing a drink while he was at a party with his friends. It dampened his mood and he wasn't afraid to show it... until she became a Pogue herself.
It would be an instant crime to make a move now. Pogues don't mess with other Pogues.
"I've always liked you, Y/N," he observed the way her eyes sparkled, even though it was dark.
She backed away from him every so slightly.
"No! Wait— not like that," he put his paw-like hand on her shoulder, cold rings creating a vibrant contrast against her hot skin. "As friends."
"Oh," she glanced down at the water. Endless nothingness.
There was a string of tension between the two rebellious teens that just couldn't be cut. Every time he saw her it made him dizzy, and getting drunk or high in her presence seemed to be a risk. If he let out even a whisper of how he felt, she'd hear him.
Y/N took his chin in her delicate hand, bringing his face towards hers in a moment they had both long awaited. His golden strands of hair fell in his entranced face. The ice had melted from his doe-eyes and the curve was back in his lips, formulating the smile that she chased after.
"I've always liked you too, JJ," she ghosted her lips over his. "Not as a friend."
He tried to stutter something out, tripping over his own tongue, but he was cut off by her plush lips on his own. The pungent liquor that she had been downing in the wake of her boredom met the smokiness that laced his breath. His warm hands found her waist, wrapping her in an embrace that he didn't want her to get out of. Maybe he would wake up in a cold sweat on John B.'s couch, this whole ordeal just a result of attempted manifestation, but he just wanted to indulge in her soft skin and sweet nothings. Even if they were a figment of his imagination.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against her mouth. "Closer."
She whined at JJ's words, propping herself in his lap and kissing him harder. He had been waiting so long for this to happen, and now that he was getting it, he couldn't believe it was real. It was better than he had imagined it late at night when his heart and body ached for her. This was a new kind of euphoria.
If the world was ending, he would have no idea.
“Why didn’t we do this ages ago?” Y/N breathed against him as she left little pecks along his jaw.
JJ melted like a burning candle into her touch, praying that the flame in her that had ignited for him would forever stay lit.
“The Pogue rules,” he answered.
She cupped the side of his flushed face with her hand. She had never seen him so malleable for as long as she’d known him.
“I’d break all the rules for you,” she hummed. “I’m in love with you, that’s it.”
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clubsmarties · 4 months ago
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Shaking his head he made sure her eyes locked with his. "Beautiful, I never saw showing you I could be trusted as a chore. Getting you to open up at your time and speed, well honey, I'd have waited a whole two hundred years for you. You are it for me. I didn't want anyone else back then and that hasn't changed now. You make me happy. You have always been worth it to me. There's a reason why there are zero songs about easy love. You gave me a reason to believe in love." He reached over to grab one hand while his thumb caressed her index. "I meant it then and I mean it now. I could take not having a family, yes it was a dream but that I could take it or leave it. But, not having you in my life. No, that'd crush my soul."
He knew she had put pressure on herself when it came to building a family of their own back before any of this sitting before them became reality which had come with its own tribulations. "Whether we had one or none at all, the only thing that'd matter to me is you. How I could best continue to make you fall in love with me." That thought alone mortified him to no end. The remnants of what had transpired way back before they were even a thing still ran through his mind like old sitcom reruns. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before a soft whispered no slipped past his lips. "In every and any universe I'd come find you. We're soul lobsters."
"I'll tell you, some people would do anything to get out of hearing baby shark for the millionth time. Even take a nap," he again couldn't help but tease his wife. All he wanted was to make her smile even though he'd prepare himself for an eye roll or two. Turning serious he nodded and was relieved she'd agreed to take that nap. "Once you're up maybe the house won't be so bare." A challenge he was up to for sure while chasing around their tiny whirlwinds and getting one room unpacked.
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He couldn't help but chuckle, she was right in the fact that this wasn't their first rodeo but that still didn't stop him from worrying. Things went wrong all the time as evident by the many trials and tribulations they had gone through already. "Fair," he tried to smile through his concern. "You know I'll always be worried up until the very last moment. Maybe some after." A soft chuckle escaped but nodded. "If you need anything you know," he kissed her cheek. "I'm here." His face morphed into playfulness and scoffed. "You do deserve me. Actually deserve this and more. Don't you forget it. Especially on my birthday." He added cheekily.
Wally couldn't help but smile as he finished off his bite. "I am much more interested in knowing what mama wants as her first animal." Truthfully, he hadn't thought about it. He knew that penguin and a flamingo would be on the list. Though those two would need to be in a sanctuary than their actual land. But he did once think horses were fun. Before he got thrown from one on his aunt's ranch. Getting back on a horse seemed to be coming back to him. Finishing his bite he wiped his mouth and chuckled. "This is hard because any animal is hard to start off with. But saying that, I have a little bit more experience with horses." And by bit more it wasn't by much. He just knew how to feed them and muck their stalls. He didn't need to look in Isa's direction to know that she knew what she had desired was on the verge of coming true. "So, horses maybe a pony and not gonna lie. I think a baby goat would be super cute." Looking in their children's direction he warned, "But, mama is right. We can't get animals until the land is ready and we've settled. There may be visits to uncle Andy's ranch in the future though."
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tinyboxxtink · 3 years ago
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"Broken" A Sharky ANGSTY O/S
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So I made a one shot called Baby Shark where Sharky and Rafael get pregnant and after some bumpy conversation, decide to have the baby and she grows up to be a great kid, and you love being a mother.
However, at the time I also had an idea for the OTHER outcome of the pregnancy. But I let it go, and then I got a request from-- someone, I don't know if they want this out in the world-- to write a fic about a miscarriage. So, I figured I'd go with the idea I had already planned out.
AND SO,
I present to you, the alternative outcome of "Baby Shark".
Warning: VERY angsty, dealing with abortions and miscarriages. Also religion, if you're sensitive about that.
Read at your own discretion.
If you would like to read the happy version of this story, it is here.
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You stared at the four pregnancy tests on the counter, waiting on the fifth. Plus signs and “Pregnant” words were sitting there, mocking you. You heard your phone alarm go off and picked up the last test.
Positive.
“Dammit!!!” You threw it across the bathroom. This was your worst nightmare. You didn’t want kids right now, you weren’t sure you wanted kids EVER. But you knew Rafael did, he probably wanted them as soon as possible.
“Mi Amor?” Rafael slowly opened the door.
“Raffi!” You spun around angrily. “Don’t you knock?!”
“Well I heard you yell…Oh my god,” Rafael suddenly noticed all the positive tests. “Y/N, are you…are you pregnant?”
“Yeah, well obviously,” You scoffed, gesturing to the many positive tests. You weren’t trying to be mean but he walked in just when you were trying to wrap your mind around this.
“…Why are you angry about this, carino?” He looked at you confused. “You…you do want kids, don’t you?”
“We really should have had this conversation before we got married, god why didn’t we have this conversation…”
“Oh my god,” Rafael stepped back. “You DON’T want kids?”
“I don’t know!” You threw your hands up. “Rafael I had given up on being a wife a long time ago, let alone a mother,”
“I can’t believe this,” He shook his head in disbelief.
“Look I just don’t want to have to make this decision right NOW,” You tried to act softer, lowering your voice. “You know we JUST got married, and we JUST started the practice. I just wanted some time to BREATHE,”
“So…you want to abort it?” Rafael’s voice was soft and sad.
“Christ Almighty Rafael it’s not ‘aborting’ it’s…” You paused, noticing his face was getting more horrified. “What?”
“I thought when you were defending me, your whole ‘cold medical’ argument was a tactic…”
“Yeah well,” You ran your fingers through your hair. “Look, baby,” You took his hand again. “If I…got rid of it,” You saw him flinch. “It would just be taking a pill that rips apart cells and tissue. It doesn’t disintegrate arms or legs, or a tiny beating heart,”
“Yeah I get it, Y/N” He dropped your hands and walked out of the bathroom, you ran after him.
“Rafael, come on!” You chased him through the apartment, grabbing his hand and making him face. “At least hear me out,”
“Why? Why should I? You clearly won’t hear me out! You’ve already made your decision, I bet you weren’t even going to tell me about it,”
“That’s not fair,” You replied, hurt. Of course you would have told him, wouldn’t you?
“And…it’s not just this,” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you don’t want kids right now is one thing, if you don’t want kids EVER, then…” He wiped his eyes. “Then we’re just delaying the inevitable,” He said softly, you could hear the tears in his voice.
“What?” Your heart fell into your stomach. “What are you saying?”
“I want kids, Y/N,” He looked at you very seriously. “I want kids and I’m not going to give up that idea,”
“So, you would just walk away from me for some hypothetical kids you might have some day?” You were getting upset now. How dare he threaten you like that.
“I don’t…” He ran his hands through his hair, tears still falling from his eyes. “I don’t want to,”
“Then DON’T,” You crossed your arms.
“Why should I appease you when you won’t even THINK about it?” He suddenly went from sad to angry, matching your attitude.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t think about it, I said I really don’t want to decide NOW,” You yelled back, as you sat down on the couch. All of this yelling was making you dizzy.
“Then when do you want to decide, Y/N? When-- when our baby actually has fingers, toes? Is that going to change your mind about killing them?”
“Oh my god, you are so--” You stomped out of the bathroom and through your living room.
“Where are you going?” He called after you.
“To prove to you I’m not a heartless bitch!” You yelled back as you stormed out, slamming the door behind you.
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You drove to the clinic that Dr. Ramoray worked at, pulling into the parking lot and rushed into the waiting room.
“I need to speak to Dr. Ramoray,“ You informed her.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No, but we’re old friends,”
“Excuse me?” She looked at you quizzically.
“Can you-- can you just tell him Y/N is here and really needs to talk to him?”
“....Okay…” She looked at you skeptically but stood up and went to find the doctor. After a few minutes Dr. Ramoray walked out and greeted you.
“Hello, Y/N. Nice to see you,” He shook your hand. “Don’t tell me you have another case--”
“No, it’s personal this time doctor,”
“Personal?”
“I...can we…?” You motioned towards the rooms.
“Well...sure, Stella hold my appointments,” He informed his receptionist.
He walked you back and into a patient room. It was lined with charts of the different stages of pregnancy, lists of do’s and don’t during pregnancy, things like that. You took a seat in the regular seats as opposed to the patient stirrups.
“So, how can I help you dear?”
“Well, you know that man I defended?”
“The ADA? Well of course, that’s one day I will never forget,”
“Well he’s my-- husband,” You looked down, hoping that wasn’t a lie.
“I see,” He nodded. “Well, that makes a lot of sense now that I think about it,”
“Right,” You nodded sheepishly. “Well, see we uh-- I got us in a...situation,” You put a hand on your stomach.
“Ah,” He nodded again. “I see,”
“Yeah..”
“And guessing by your argument in court, you’d like to get rid of the...zygote?”
“I don’t know,” You shook your head. “I...I didn’t have the greatest role mode of a mother growing up, and I have no idea how to--” You rubbed your temples. Too much detail.
“Look my husband has the opposite stance on my...views, of a zygote,”
“Well that’s ironic, isn’t it?” He chuckled.
“Yes haha. I just want you--- I just need a picture of this thing to show him it’s just cells, it’s not a--”
“A baby,” he finished for you.
“Right,”
“Well, as you must know due to your research Ms. Y/N, depending on how far along you are it might be impossible to even see the zygote,” He explained.
“Well that’s even better,” You half smiled. “Then it will really prove to him I’m doing nothing wrong-- if I decide to get rid of it,”
“As you wish,” He nodded, gesturing for you to get on the patient table. You laid down on the table and pulled your shirt up, while the doctor got the gooey gel and rubbed it on your stomach. He pulled up a screen that recorded the sonogram, as he ran the scanner over your uterus.
“....Hmm…” He studied the screen intently.
“Hmmm?” You asked. “Hmmm doesn’t sound good,”
“I...well, there seems to be an...issue,”
“Excuse me?” You sat up. “An issue? What kind of issue?”
“Well Ms. Y/N according to this, your uterus is what we would call-- hostile,”
“Hostile?” You half laughed. “Why does that not surprise me…?” You shook your head. Of course you, the cold hearted shark, would have a hostile uterus on top of everything else hostile in your body.
“Yes, see all of this extra tissue? It’s not ideal for a fetus to grow and develop,” He pointed out clouds of white almost filling your uterus. “To be completely honest with you, it’s a miracle you even got pregnant,”
“...Oh Jesus…” You put your hands over your face. “Why...God why…”
“If you decide to terminate this pregnancy, there’s a slim to none chance this will ever happen again,” He continued.
“Great,” You chuckled sarcastically. “So now even NATURE is forcing me to make a choice right now,”
“Well,” He pushed the screen away. “If it helps your decision, there’s an 75% percent chance the baby will even survive full term,”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You laughed harder. “So, even if I decide to concede to my husband and go ahead with this, there’s a 25% chance that he’ll get attached to it, and then it will die anyway?!”
“Look Ms. Y/N,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “In my experience, more often than not women with hostile uteruses that do actually get pregnant, end up having perfectly healthy babies. Granted most are preemies, but with today’s technology that’s almost never an issue,”
“...Right,” You shook your head with a dry sarcastic smile, still in disbelief this was all happening.
“And if you don’t mind me saying,” He added. “I really think this is something you should discuss with your husband,”
“I actually really do mind you saying, Doctor,” You said curtly. “I just...I need a minute, can I have a minute?”
“Sure, take a minute. Call him, maybe ask him to come down,”
“...Yeah, right,” You shook your head with a smile as you walked out of the room and down the hall through the waiting room and outside in front of the clinic. You walked over to a small bench off to the side of the walkway into the clinic and sat down, and before you could think your body just erupted in a loud, angry scream.
“....Do you think this is funny, huh?!” You yelled up at the sky. “Is this, what is this, some kind of TEST?” You stood up now as you continued your rant.
“Are you-- are you trying to test how much I love Rafael? Testing just how much I’ve REALLY changed? Or are you just trying to prove to me that I can’t be happy? I can’t have the nice, perfect man, with a perfect family? That I’ll just lose anything good that I touch? You’ve turned my own BODY against me?!” You started to cry in the middle of the grass.
“Why would you do this, huh?” You asked Him. “You know the kind of mother I grew up with, you know I have nothing GOOD to reference on being a mother!” Tears streamed down your cheeks.
“Why would you do this to me? Have I been that shit of a person? Really? I went through...I went through hell and back my entire life, and then I fought like hell for Rafael, for someone who actually loved me, for the very first time in my life! And now-- now you want to take that away from me? Or are you giving me a second chance? TELL ME! TELL ME WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO DO!!!!!!!” You screamed, falling to your knees sobbing.
“....Y/N?” A soft voice made you leap to your feet and spin around to see Rafael standing there, his mouth slightly open with a confused look on his face.
“Rafa,” You quickly sucked the rest of your breakdown back into your body, wiping tears away and clearing your throat. “W-What are you doing here?”
“I...I came to support you,” He said softly as he walked closer to you.
“Support me?”
“Well I figured, you came down here to--”
“To what, kill our baby? Without even discussing with you?” You scoffed.
“No!” He cried. “Well, maybe..”
“Right,” You shook your head with a dry laugh.
“But I was going to support you no matter your decision!!” He defended himself.
“Oh well, that’s really big of you Rafael. Coming down here to hold my hand while I abort our child and then breaking up with me as soon as we walked out of here,” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.
“That’s not--” He shook his head. “Look, I think-- I think that what matters right now is your little...soliloquy there,” He gestured towards the bench where you were having your screaming match at God.
“...Right,”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me about your mother, carino?”
“Why would I, Rafael?” You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “I already inadvertently told you I’d never heard the words ‘I love you’ in my life before you, I thought that was pretty obvious I didn’t have the greatest parents,”
“...Fair,” He closed the gap between you, taking your hands. “I’m sorry, I should have taken that into account when were...talking,”
“Arguing,” You clarified.
“Right,” He nodded sadly. “I just-- I ...I’ve always--”
“Yeah, I get it. You’ve always wanted kids. I should have taken that into account when we even started dating. I should have thought this could happen. I’m usually so level headed and ten steps ahead of things, but with you--”
“It’s different,” He finished for you with a sad smile.
“Yeah,” You nodded softly, looking at the ground.
“Well,” He tilted your chin up. “I don’t--I don’t want to impose anything on you, but--”
“But…”
“But...you did just ask the big guy what to do, and I was here,”
“...So you’re saying, God is telling me to go through with this?”
“All I’m stating is facts, Sharky,” He rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “I’m not telling you to do anything, I’m really not. I swear,”
“....Well, you should know all the facts then,” You sighed, leading him back to the bench where you both sat.
“All the facts?” He asked you curiously.
“...Dr. Ramoray says that I have a…’hostile uterus’,” You shook your head with a laugh, just saying it sounded absurd.
“A hostile uterus? You? I’m shocked,” He joked, trying to ease the tension.
“I know right?” You chuckled. “Anyway um-- he said, that it was a miracle I even got pregnant,” You said softly while you played with his hand in yours.
“...A miracle?”” Rafael’s voice perked up a little. Did that mean you were considering it? Surely you wouldn’t have told him that if you were going to get rid of it.
“Yeah,” You nodded. “And um-- he said, he said if I terminated this pregnancy, there was a slim to none chance that I’d ever get pregnant again,” You looked at the ground.
“I see,” He squeezed your hand softly. “So...basically, even mother nature is forcing you to make a life decision right now,”
“That’s what I said!” You looked up into his eyes; you really were so in sync.
“...Which is why you were yelling at God,”
“...Right,” You looked up at the sky. “But there’s another thing,”
“Oh?”
“The doctor said that even if I decide to go ahead with the pregnancy, there’s a 25% chance that it will die anyway,” You looked into his eyes sadly. “Because of course, my body would be just like my mother, rejecting it,” You looked away from him with another sarcastic laugh, thinking of the irony of your situation.
“Hey,” He put a hand on your face, making you look at him. “You are NOT your mother,”
“You didn’t even know her,”
“I know she wouldn’t be wrestling with this decision, would she?”
“No,” You shook your head. “She definitely would not. She made it very clear that my father MADE her have me, because he didn’t believe in abortion,”
“....Like I was trying to do,” He said sadly.
“No baby,” You took his hands. “I know you weren’t trying to force me to do anything,”
“....But I kind of was, when I threatened to leave you,” He looked down in shame.
“No, uh uh,” Now it was your turn to pull his chin upwards. “It’s not the same. Not even close,”
“....So,” He took a deep breath. “Have you decided what you’re going to do?”
“....Well,” You gave him a small smile. “I can’t exactly argue with God for giving me what I asked for, right?”
“Wha--you mean me?”
“I asked him what to do, and here you are,” You pressed your forehead against his. “I’d say that’s a pretty big red flag of an answer,”
“Carino,” His lips curled into a huge smile before they were on yours.
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----Six Months Later----
You were in your last trimester, and were finally starting to breathe about your impending labor. Every month, every doctor’s appointment, you’d walk into the office with the worst expectations, and every time you were proven wrong. In that time, you had grown attached to your little girl, who you decided to name Isabella. Izzie, for short.
Rafael would talk to Izzie as much as he talked to you, always speaking in Spanish thinking she’d pick it up in the womb. You’d just shake your head with a smile, it was adorable the way he was so excited. It made you even more excited, just seeing him so happy. You had never been so invested in someone else’s emotions other than your own, especially not someone who hadn’t even been born yet. But you loved Izzie already, you would smile to yourself when you’d feel her moving around inside you. It was like she was snuggling you in her own little cocoon inside you.
However, on the day of your baby shower, all of your new hopes and dreams came crashing down. You were doing your makeup, humming and bouncing along with the Spotify playlist you had playing-- when you felt it. A sharp, overwhelming pain struck your abdomen, causing you to hunch over, falling to your knees.
“RAFAEL!!!!!” You screamed as your insides felt like they were being stabbed everywhere. Everything you had feared was coming true.
Rafael sprinted into your bathroom half dressed and instantly was down next to you.
“Y/N, baby what’s wrong?” He asked frantically, checking your body everywhere as you writhed in pain and began to cry.
“It’s...Izzie,” You sobbed, knowing what was happening. “I’m losing her,”
“Oh God,” Rafael dialed 911 while he tried to help you stand. When he saw your pelvis however, he stopped moving you.
“What?” You asked in a panicked tone. “What is it?”
“You’re...You’re bleeding, Y/N,” His eyes began to fill with tears as he watched you quickly begin to bleed out in front of him.
“What?” You tried desperately to look down at yourself, all you saw was a pool of blood running down the floor to your feet. Everything started to go fuzzy, you could barely hear Rafael screaming on the phone for someone to hurry up and come to your rescue. Pretty soon, you blacked out completely.
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The next thing you knew you were waking up in a hospital bed with a nurse taking your vitals.
“Welcome back, Ms. Y/N,” She smiled sweetly. “We almost lost you there,”
“...Lost me?” You looked at her in confusion before looking down at your stomach. A huge bandage was wrapped around your torso, covering several stitches and tubes coming out of your pelvis.
“Oh my god,” You whispered, beginning to panic again. “Oh my god, oh my god--”
“Whoa whoa calm down sweetie,” The nurse tried to keep you from squirming around. “You’ll pop your stitches,”
“Where’s Izzie? Where’s Rafael?” You asked her as you started to hyperventilate.
“Your husband ran to get a coffee” She assured you. “And um, your-- your baby is…”
“She’s dead, isn't she?” You began to sob. “I killed her,”
“No! No ma’am,” She shook her head. “Well, I mean she-- she is-- gone,” She said sadly. “But you did NOT kill her,”
“No, just my hostile body,” You continued to sob.
“Look I’m-- I’ll be right back,” She rushed out of the room, leaving you crying and screaming in horror and guilt.
After a few minutes, Rafael was bursting into the room, instantly at your side and taking your shaking body in his arms. He was still covered in your blood, he hadn’t dared to leave your side since they had gotten you there.
“I killed her, Rafa,” You sobbed into his chest. “I knew it, I knew this would happen. I’m broken inside, I told you I was broken,”
“Shhh, no no no mi amor,” He whispered as he tried to not start crying himself. “Shhhh, you’re-- you’re not broken,”
“I am!!!” You sobbed harder. “I killed our baby, just like I knew I would. It’s the one thing I was supposed to give you,”
“...Shh, baby I know. It’s okay, it’s alright--” He looked up at the sky as he began to cry himself.
“No it’s not, it’s not okay!!” Your sobs became heavier, you could barely breathe. All of your fears were coming true, you were being punished. You lost your child and now you were going to lose the love of your life. “Please don’t leave me, Please please please,”
“What?” He suddenly looked back down at you, pulling you from his chest. “Why would I--”
“I KILLED OUR BABY!!!!!!!!” You screamed. “That’s the ONE thing you asked me not to do!! The one thing! And I did it anyway!!!”
“NO, you did NOT,” He took both of your shoulders. “You did not kill our baby, do you hear me? You tried so hard, you took such good care of Izzie, carino--” He started to cry again as he said her name.
“She’s dead, Rafael,” You had just started to get your sobs under control until you saw him cry. You hated seeing him cry. You hated being the reason he was crying. “She’s dead!”
“And so were you!” He said through his tears. “You died on that table, they told me. But you came back to me,”
“....What?” Now you started to control your crying in shock from this new information.
“We may have lost Izzie, but I almost lost both of you. And I-- I don’t think I would have survived that,” He was still crying. “I...I’m devastated about Izzie, but I’m grateful you’re alive,”
“....Even though I’m broken?” You sniffled.
“You are not broken, mi amor,” He shook his head as he kissed your forehead, getting his own emotions to calm down. “...And if you still don’t believe me, then I promise you, I will spend the rest of our lives putting you back together,”
“....Okay,” You whispered, finally relaxing into his arms as he laid back against the wall.
“I love you, Y/N,” He whispered as he stroked your hair. “I will always love you, no matter what,”
“I love you too,” You sniffled as you started to fall asleep against his chest.
You wanted to believe him, but you knew deep down inside: You’d always be broken.
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