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cold season âď¸ lee heeseung
pairing : bff!heeseung x gn!reader genre : fluff, comfort warnings : mentions of food word count : 0.6k
a/n : flirty heeseung with zero survival instinct comes to cuddle while youâre sick.
âyou look so hot right now.â
you winced your eyes open to look incredulously up at your doe-eyed best friend. it���s too damn bright in this room, you thought, as your head continued pounding. there were more things about the condition of your room you were unhappy with at the moment: the suffocating humidity from you staying cooped up here with the doors closed for nearly three days straight; the mess of your bedside table, littered with tissues and soaked tea bags; and your own nightmarish appearance, violated by swollen eyes and hair matted by sweat. you felt somewhat sheepish, letting yourself be perceived by heeseung in this state, but you were also too relieved to see him to shoo him away â or register the undertone of his comment.
âyeah, thatâs a 101 degree fever for you.â your voice was so nasal, you wondered if the words were actively coming out your nose.
heeseung pouted, taking your clammy hand in his cool ones. âhave you eaten? want me to order soup?â
you shook your head weakly. âno need.â
âto eat? humanity has proved otherwise.â
you rolled your eyes, trying to slip your hand out of his grip, but he held on tight.
âchicken noodle would be a bit basic, wouldnât it? maybe something spicier? gamjatang?â with his free hand, he was opening the delivery app on his phone. âwhen i had that nasty cold like a month ago, this place absolutely saved meââ
âi really appreciate the thought, hee, but i swear iâve got no appetite.â you squeezed his hand this time, hoping that, like a chinese finger trap, heâd let you go because of it.
when he showed no signs of doing so, you added, âdo you really want that nasty cold back? iâve been quarantining for a reason, idiot.â
heeseung only chuckled at the nickname. âperfect, just ordered. should be coming in the next 20 minutes or so.â
âheeseung.â you used all the energy left in you not to sound pathetically silly.
âyes, darling?â
you frowned at his response. âyouâre seriously calling me darling right now? when i look like this?â
ââcourse i am,â and he took your hand up to his lips for the softest, sweetest peck, âas i said, you look so incredibly hot.â
suddenly, you felt the urge to punch him for being so unserious. (and for making you blush from more than your heightened body temperature.) but instead, against your will, you found yourself tugging him by the hand with such raw, instant force that he lost his balance, falling over you onto the bed and narrowly missing the headboard.
on second thought, you hadnât seized him with that much force â definitely not enough to trip him over. but before you could open your mouth to apologize, at least out of courtesy, heeseung was adjusting himself to lie parallel to you, hand still intertwined in yours.
âah,â he sighed, turning onto his side and shifting closer to you so that his face was almost entirely buried in your neck, âyour bed is insanely comfortable.â
you sniffled in faux disgust, sliding to the edge of the mattress as if you actually had a chance of escaping his embrace. much to your surprise, he pulled you right back into him by your waist.
âyour white blood cells are so pissed at you right now,â you huffed, trying not to betray how flustered you were by his touch.
âokay, nerd,â he shot back, snuggling ever closer into your backside. âyou know, iâm starting to regret ordering that gamjatang.â
âand why is that?â
âbecause now that iâm here, iâd never want to leave your side.â
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Imagine feeling needy and sad when Bucky pays more attention to your very round, pregnant tummy instead of you. I mean he doesn't actually. You're his entire world and you come first no matter what but currently, you feel like the little super soldier you're carrying is getting much more love than you.
"How's my little plum" Bucky cooed, peppering kisses all over your tummy, snuggling against your skin after coming back from a mission. 2 weeks had never felt longer and you were craving your husband more than ever. As soon as you heard the rumble of the jet, you waddled from your room as best as you could, panting out of breath by the time you reached the living room.
You couldn't wait to have your Bucky safe in your arms again, giggling at the way he tossed his bag and jacket to the side haphazardly, running straight to you. You braced yourself for an attack and flurry of hugs and kisses he always greeted you with but it never came.
You squeaked as he picked you up and set you on the couch, lifting your shirt up to curl up with your belly, sighing contently as his scruffy cheek pressed against your warm skin. You brought your hand down to play with his soft cropped hair, longing to feel his arms hold you, his warm lips all over your face, his sweet words of how much he missed you and how happy he was to be back home with you again. Instead, the tiny soldier in your belly was hogging up all the time with his daddy.
Of course it was ridiculous. You knew Bucky loved you more than anything else in the world; he doted on you all the time, you were the most precious thing in this life. He adored you more than ever, worshipping your every being and ever since you'd told him he was going to be a father, he'd fallen in love with you more. You were giving him the family he dreamed of with his dream girl, you trusted him, you were carrying his little baby.
You will always be everything to him.
Yet you couldn't help but feel a little left out of the welcome party, your throat feeling tight, eyes starting to fill with tears. You missed him soo much and he was still busy nuzzling into your tummy, but not busy enough to miss the whimper that slipped past your lips.
"Baby?" Bucky's head shot up as soon as he heard what sounded like a cry but it couldn't be. His eyes filled with worry when he saw your sweet fallen face, indeed crying and poorly hiding it. "Why are you crying angel, what happened, is everything okay?"
His mind started to run a hundred miles a minute, ready to swoop you away to the med wing when shook your head, another wave of tears pooling when he reached out to wipe your cheeks.
"It's silly" You shrug with a sniffle but Bucky isn't having it.
"Tell me what's wrong baby" his baby blues pled with you, waiting to fix what was wrong because why was his perfect angel sad.
"I didn't get a hello kiss" You say with a pout and Bucky found himself stuck between wanting to cry and loving you more.
"I'm sorry, mama" Bucky coos, scooping you right up into his arms, cupping your cheek and placing a kiss onto your nose. Then your forehead. "M'sorry" He places a gently kiss to your still pouted lips, repeatedly peppering kisses till he hears you giggle. "You deserve all the hello kisses angel"
"I thought you didn't miss me" You whisper with your face pressed against his neck, breathing in his scent, all the anxiety you felt with him gone washing away in an instant.
"I missed you more than you know, baby" His lips move against your hair, "How could I not miss the pretty girl I fell so in love with, you're it for me"
He kept you in his arms, his hand slipping up your shirt to rub your back, the simple action nearly lulling you to sleep. He picks you up with ease, deciding to run a bath because he doesn't want to be away from your side for another minute and he keeps himself glued to you the entire time. Your back is against his chest, his hands coming up to massage your tense shoulders, kissing down your neck. He doesn't let go when it's time to rinse off, standing with both hands over your tummy as the hot water cascades over you both. He gets you dried off with a nice fluff towel before taking you to bed to sleep, frowning when you shuffled around in discomfort.
"I think your little plum misses you" You giggled between a squeak as baby Bucky kicked in your tummy, refusing to sleep until he heard his daddy's voice say goodnight. You gave him a pointed look as Bucky grinned, shimmying down the bed to rest between your legs at eyelevel with your belly. "Come talk to your son please"
"Quit kicking your ma" Bucky whispered, his metal hand patting the area where his baby boys tiny feet caused a ruckus, "time to let mommy rest, plum"
"Unbelievable" you huffed as the kicking stopped immediately, your little one settling contently while you also got comfortable against Bucky's chest. "So in love with his daddy"
"He gets it from you" Bucky smiled down at your content form, already half asleep, snug in his arms, "Pretty angel"
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EVERYTHING BUT NOTHING
PAIRING football captain bf jake x fem reader
WARNINGS swearing, arguments, jake makes a singular joke about killing himself
GENRE angst
SYNOPSIS jake is just the nicest guy, everyone knows that. and heâs even sweeter as a boyfriend rather than an acquaintance. even after an argument, you could never stay mad at him for long. but you question that when you hear him talking about you after school.
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âare you gonna talk to jake? i know that argument was pretty intense, but youâve gone a week with no contact.â yuna asked as she tilted her head, standing by your locker while she waited for you to grab your belongings.
âeventually, yeah. i was thinking today after school. the thing with jake though, he either shuts down, or acts like it never happened whenever i want to talk about an argument.â you sighed.
itâs true. as open as jake may appear to be, itâs all but factual. you could never have a real talk with your boyfriend, because he hated confrontation. avoided it entirely.
typically, you donât let arguments get in the way of your relationship. especially since living together is hard if youâre having frequent conflicts. it wasnât too much of a problem now though, since heâs been staying at jayâs. but when you brought up the fact that heâs been spending too much time at practice, and that he always forgets your dates, jake let it all out.
it shouldnât have been as big of a problem as it was. you just wanted to talk. but he finally argued back.
âi get it. sohee is exactly the same! donât stress though. i know jake is a good guy, heâll come around.â she smiled. ânow letâs go to class? passing period is almost over, and yizhuo has been saving our seats.â
the lecture seemed to go by faster than usual. you were nervous as you steadily approached jakeâs locker, which was directly outside his last class.
but when you heard his oh too familiar voice, you stopped in your tracks. you felt your heart sink to the floor as your stomach dropped.
âgod. guys, donât ever get a girlfriend. iâm bounded to long walks on the beach and dinner dates till i die. y/nâs demanding too much of me. i might just kill myself one day.â jake sighed.
âokay but dude, your girlfriends cool and all yet sheâs lowkey uptight.â you heard heeseung say as he slapped jakeâs shoulder.
âyeah man, youâve been missing too much practice for your dates now. coach is getting upset. i saw yours and y/nâs texts the other day, and she micromanages you a lot. blink twice if you need help.â sunghoon joked as the three of them laughed out loud.
âi know, i know. i love y/n, but i cannot with her lately. thank god jay let me crash at his after the argument, because i couldnât live with her constant nagging. sheâs so fucking annoying.â he snickered. but, all their faces fell once they saw you.
you slammed jakeâs locker door shut with so much force, your hand turned bright red. him and sunghoon flinched harshly, while heeseung and jay had no reaction.
your face ran hot, you felt it as you tightly closed your eyes, holding back the urge to burst out crying. the glass tears threatened to roll down your cheeks.
but one look at his desperate eyes filled with regret, and you tipped over the edge. your salty tears spilled out, past your lashes.
you sniffled as you continued to cry uncontrollably, staring at their flustered faces. jake reached out to wipe your face, but you pushed his hand away, wiping the tears yourself.
âyou fucking asshole.â you whispered. âi came here to apologize. but you canât leave it be.â
ây/n..â his eyes softened, voice faltering as his words were laced with regret and shame. he reached out for you once more, but you stepped back.
the distance between you two physically and emotionally only continued to grow. âbaby, just let me talk. like you wanted.â he pleaded, begging, almost.
âi.. hate you.. how could you ever talk about me like that? i never once would even think about saying something like that about you, like you did me.â you scoffed, looking behind him as you finally realized his friends left the scene.
you watched as his eyes watered, with one last attempt of trying to reach you. but he knew you were untouchable in this moment.
âsweetheart?â he watched as you began to walk backwards, away from him.
but you didnât let up, still hurt. you shook your head, silently telling him no.
with every step you took backwards, jake moved forward, before finally grabbing your wrists tightly so you canât leave him.
âit costs nothing to be a sweet guy, like the version everyone sees of you. but it takes everything to be an asshole.â you mumble, before pushing him away, finally and surely leaving out the schoolâs glass doors.
and jake remained there, his regret suddenly transferred into anger. he kicked his locker, watching the metal rattle.
he hated how his such childish and immature words cost nothing yet everything.
âfuck..â he muttered.
âfuck!â jake said once more, but louder, yelling it out loud.
he watched out the window as you walked towards the parking lot, before getting into your car and leaving without a second thought.
âplease donât leave me.â he whispered as his vision turned blurry.
âplease donât leave me..â
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Hellooo, can I please request a Joel miller x reader oneshot where the reader had a really bad day at work and sheâs calling him from the bathroom crying and he immediately rushes to pick her up? đĽ°đŠˇ
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Pairing Joel Miller x Female ReaderÂ
Summary A disheartening setback at work leads you to call Joel, who always knows exactly what you need [fluff, 1.6k].
A/N Thank you so much for this request and your patience, anon! Really enjoyed writing this one.
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Hi, are you busy right now?
A heavy exhale is freed from your chest the moment you hit send. Itâs quiet in the bathroom except for the rhythmic drip of the leaky sink faucet. Muffled voices arise from the hallway as people pass by, some preparing to commute home. Warm tears stream down your cheeks.Â
No sooner does your phone vibrate to life, a picture of you and Joel at McKinney Falls filling the screen. There isnât much time to compose yourself before you press the accept button with a shaky thumb.Â
âHey, sweetheart. Got done early today, weâre cleaning up the site,â Joel greets, wind in the background. Tommyâs voice emits from nearby as well, followed by rowdy, cackling laughter. âHold on a second, lemme get someplace quiet.âÂ
âOkay,â you murmur.Â
Thereâs shuffling on his end of the line that eventually subsides. Itâs still worth clinging to even though heâs miles away.Â
âSorry about that. Everything alright?â Concern dances around the edges of his words. You can tell heâs trying to keep them from being consumed.Â
After Sarah moved out for college, heâd gotten better at accepting that every phone call he received from her didnât automatically mean trouble. Most of the time, she simply wanted to catch up now that she lived two hours away.Â
However, the opposite was true between you and Joel. Nowadays, you spend so much time together that thereâs seldom a need to talk on the phone. The fact that you were calling him, from work, no less, meant something was up.Â
You swallow the lump in your throat, but it doesnât do much for the wavering of your voice when you finally speak up again, âJust wanted to hear your voice.âÂ
Your subsequent sniffle makes him grow still. You can see it through the phone. Itâs in the way he doesnât immediately respond, gears undoubtedly turning in his head.Â
âTalk to me, sweetheart.â Thereâs a gentle, almost melodic quality to his voice that makes you wish you could lay your head on his chest and feel the rumble of his words.Â
âTodayâs just been a lot,â you tell him. âYou know Alexander, the Bulletinâs editor?â He makes a small sound of affirmation. âIt wasnât his decision, but he pulled me aside to let me know my feature has been put on hold for further revision.âÂ
Relaying the news makes fresh tears well in your eyes. Over the past few weeks, Joel has watched you pour yourself into each stage of constructing the story to do the subjects justiceâthe meticulous research, heartfelt interviews, and late nights perfecting every draft.Â
It was a labor of love, a piece that sought to illuminate the struggles of longtime Austin residents, artists, and small business owners navigating the challenges of gentrification and displacement.Â
âSomething about it being redundant.â Which, for all you knew, could be higher-up code for we donât want this stepping on the toes of donors with deep pockets. Â
âYouâre kidding,â Joel grouses, disappointed for you.Â
You shake your head even though he canât see you. âI wish I was,â you breathe. âRedundant, yet theyâve got room for age-old dieting tips and holiday gift guides every year,â you say, voice wavering.Â
âI know, I hear you. Iâm so sorry, baby,â he soothes, releasing a heavy sigh. âAt least it hasnât been canned entirely. Thatâs worth something.â Â
Heâs right, but it still feels like a slap in the face considering all the time invested. From you and everyone who shared their story.Â
âIt just sucks,â you sniffle. âI didnât get enough sleep last night, and now I feel even worse.â A dull ache has settled in your temples.Â
Shuffling arises on Joelâs end of the line again, and you remember that heâs still on site.Â
âIâm sorry. You can go if you need to.âÂ
Instead, he comes back with, âHang tight, okay? Gonna come get you.âÂ
When you bite your lip instead of responding, he keeps talking, âShould be there in twenty, give or take.âÂ
As appealing as it sounds to be whisked away, reality is quick to set in.Â
âNo, itâs fine, Joel. Tommy and the guys need you. I couldnât ask you to do that.âÂ
âWouldnât offer if I wasnât good for it,â he replies.Â
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Outside, youâre met with a relaxed breeze and the dwindling warmth of downtown, where the sun eases towards the horizon. A few tourists mill around, men and women in business casual stride by with messenger bags. At Joelâs truck, which is parallel parked across the street, he gets the door for you. An 80s station plays low on the radio, Bruce Springsteenâs Born to Run faintly recognizable.Â
You watch as he rounds to the driverâs side in that relaxed stride you love. He looks handsome despite his mused hair and the specks of dried paint on his shirt. When he climbs in, youâve taken notice of the ice-cold raspberry tea in the cupholder closest to you.Â
Along the way, heâd stopped and gotten it from the cafe you and Sarah frequented whenever she was visiting from school. You only went alone as an occasional treat, but he knew how much you liked it.Â
A smile buds on his face when you pick it up and take a grateful sip. Thereâs a softness to his gaze that makes warmth bloom in your chest. With him, even the little things seemed to say, I see you.Â
When you extend the cup his way in a silent offer, he waves you off. However, curiosity gets the better of him after he pulls off the curb. âGuess a sip wonât hurt.â
For the first time in what feels like hours, you smile when Joel hums at the flavor. For a moment, it doesnât feel like the world is ending anymore. When he places his hand on your thigh, you intertwine your fingers with his, and he gives your hand a squeeze.Â
A comfortable silence settles between you. It isnât until youâve left downtown that Joel speaks up again, voice measured and sure, âYour story will get out. Those guys know good journalism when they see it, and theyâre gonna have to run it.âÂ
You glance over at him, your lower lip caught between your teeth as hope kindles in your chest.
âHell, Iâll make my own publication if thatâs what it takes. The Miller Times.âÂ
A chuckle bubbles out of you, but you could cry at the same time. For an entirely different reason this time.Â
âI could get in trouble for going to a different publisher,â you remind him, running your thumb over the back of his hand as a small smile plays on your lips. âIâm on staff.â Â
âI know, honey.â Joel squeezes your hand, a playful glint in his eyes. âAdmit it, though. You thought about it for a second. The Miller Times has a nice ring to it.âÂ
He can see you fighting against your growing smile. âItâs alright.âÂ
âIâll take that,â he concedes. Then, a greater air of sincerity settles over him. âWhatâs that one sayingâsetbacks are setups for something better.âÂ
You nod, gazing out the window as you turn into his neighborhood.Â
âDonât let this weigh you down.âÂ
You felt worlds lighter with him.Â
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The warm spray of the shower feels so good against your skin that you remain under it even after the dayâs troubles have washed away. Three months ago, you wouldâve had to use Joelâs body wash, but your products and belongings had since made their way here. Some, he bought because he knew youâd be around, and othersânamely, clothesâthat migrated from your apartment.Â
The word home has lost its shape in that regard. Not in a detached way of not belonging in any one place, but in that Joelâs house had begun to feel like just as much of a home as your cozy one-bedroom a few miles away.Â
When you finally step out of the shower, a towel wrapped around yourself, you can see straight into the bedroom, where Joel is stretched across the bed. The sound of the shower door closing prompts him to sit up with a low grunt. You offer a shy smile upon meeting his gaze.Â
âPromise Iâm not creepinâ around,â he says, standing to his feet. âJust wanted to see if your headache was gone. Can bring up some Tylenol if you need it.âÂ
âItâs fine. I feel better now,â you assure. With a satisfied nod, he turns to leave with the intent of giving you space, but stops in his tracks when you speak up again, âYouâre allowed to creep around if you want. I donât mind.âÂ
Joel saunters into the bathroom doorway, propping an arm against the frame. The motion causes his bicep to strain against the sleeve of his shirt. Getting to see you like this, the intimacy of it all, always makes him feel grateful and warm.Â
âOh, yeah?âÂ
âYouâre the boss,â you lilt.
With a low chuckle, Joel pushes out of the doorway and moves to stand behind you. You stare at your joint reflection as he rests his large hands on your hips, then leans down to press a delicate kiss to your bare shoulder. His frame is broad and rugged behind you, but his eyes are kind.Â
When you rest your hands over his, he presses a second kiss to the crook of your neck. Then another just beneath your ear. His lips are so soft and warm against your damp skin that you canât help the shiver that runs down your spine and makes you press back into him.Â
âI like you like this,â he whispers. âRelaxedâŚsmiling.â
Now that youâre in his arms, itâs hard to imagine having stayed at the newsroom. With the meetings, chatty colleagues, and constant blue light. Itâs quieter here with Joel. The world at large has disappeared while your smaller one keeps turning.
âI didnât realize how much I needed this,â you admit.Â
But Joel did. He always did.Â
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sweet [part five]
paige bueckers x azzi fudd
word count: 3.1k
masterlist | sweet masterlist
Itâs fleeting, the hardened look that passes over Azzi eyes. If Paige wasnât so familiar with even the subtlest shifts in Azziâs body language, she wouldâve missed it. The squint of her eyes, the tenseness of her jaw; Azziâs not just upset, sheâs furious. And Paige has always felt bad for the people Azziâs felt this way towards, the silent anger radiating off a face that was normally bright with a dimpled smile. Sheâs always thanked God that it was never her, that between them itâs always been a back and forth of shy smiles and blushes.
But now Azzi is staring at her as if she doesnât even recognize her, and Paige is at an utter loss of what to do. âItâs always just sex with you, isnât it?â Azzi says wryly. She pushes harshly away from Paige, wiping her neck, as if trying to erase the marks already bruising her skin. âIâm going to bed.â
âWait, Azzi.â But Azzi ignores her, flipping to her side and pulling the sheets tight over her rigid body.
Paige knows thereâs no use in arguing. It seems like hours that she stares at the ceilings, scared to even move. Tears gather at the corner of her eyes. Furious at herself, she scrubs them away. And sheâs almost asleep, the physical and the mental exhaustion from the day creeping up on her, when she hears sniffles coming from the other side of the bed. And then Azzi is crying, and it takes everything in Paige to not turn around and take the other girl in her arms.
Azzi makes it a point to ignore her the entire time during rehab the next day and on the drive home. As soon as they return to Storrs, she locks herself in her room with Micaela, making it clear that she wants nothing to do with Paige.
But after a week of sleepless nights, Paige has had enough. She canât stand the thought of living in a world where Azzi canât even bear to look at her. Knowing Azzi wonât respond to any of her texts or calls, she takes it upon herself to check her apartment, but the younger girlâs room is empty, looking a little bare. Confused, she runs to Werth and checks the gym, the media room, and finally the kitchen, only to find Amari and Caroline the only ones there. âWhereâs Azzi?â
Amari and Caroline exchange concerned looks. âShe left,â Amari says gently. âShe didnât tell you?â
âLeft?â Paigeâs head spins. âWhereâd she go?â
âBack to Virginia. She said sheâs gonna finish out her rehab there.â
âWhat? Did she tell you guys?â
Amari looks at her, worried. âShe told all of us last week, the day yâall came back from New York. We thought you knew?â
The day they came back from New York. âFuck. How long is she gone for?â
âProbably past the end of season, maybe even the end of the semester,â Amari says, her eyes rounding in worry as she observes Paigeâs increasingly frantic state.
âFuck,â Paige repeats, massaging her temples. âShe left and she didnât even tell me?â
âYou kinda deserve it,â Caroline says pointedly, always Azziâs biggest defender.
Paige tries to muster up a glare at the brunette, but sheâs exhausted, and she knows she has no one to blame but herself. âYeah, I know,â she finally mutters dejectedly.
âSo whatâre you gonna do?â Amari questions.
Paige slumps into a chair beside them, kicking at the leg of the table. âI donât fucking know. She doesnât even wanna talk to me anymore.â
âThen make her.â
âWhat?â
âGo to Virginia. Apologize and make things right,â Caroline says, her voice hard. âIâm sick and tired of hearing you two pine over each other.â
In a daze, Paige walks the entire way back to her apartment. By the time she unlocks the door, sheâs already bought a plane ticket for the same night. She startles when hands touch her shoulder and spin her around. âWhatâs up? You look pale.â
âAzzi went back home,â Paige responds distractedly, tapping at her screen as she texts Tim asking if he can pick up her from the airport.
âHome?â Ella laughs. âWell, she finally listened.â
That gets Paigeâs attention. Looking up from her phone, she squints. âWhat?â
âI asked her to give you space,â Ella cocks her head. âShe said she would, but you guys went to fucking rehab together last week. But now sheâs gone, so I guess she really did listen.â
A knot of something painful starts to form at the base of Paigeâs head. âYou- what? Why the fuck would you ask my best friend to give me space?â she demands.
âDude, youâre always so fucked up worrying about her. Even now, you look like you just fainted.â Ella regards her coldly. âExcuse me for wanting us to go on one date without you thinking of her.â
When Paige stares at her, her mouth agape, Ella steps even closer, wrapping a hand around her bicep. âCome on,â she purrs. âWe can have so much fun now thatâs she gone.â
âWeâre over.â Ella has the audacity to look surprised.
Paige grabs her purse from the coffee table and pushes it roughly into her chest, causing the girl to stumble back. âNow get the fuck out of my apartment.â
Paige is already in her room by the time the door slams shut. She stuffs things haphazardly into her backpack as her mind reels. Azzi had left. Azzi had thought Paige didnât care about her. The mere thought of Azzi thinking she could ever be a burden makes Paige feel sick with fury. God, she had said all those things to Azzi, just for her best friend to think she was doing her a favor?
â˘â˘
âThank you for picking me up on such short notice.â Paige fiddles nervously with the straps of her backpack. âIâm not sure if coming here was a good idea but-â
âPaige,â Tim interrupts her train of thought, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. âYou know youâre always welcome. But, just a warningâŚAzzi might not be the happiest that youâre here. But give her some time, and sheâll cool down. She always does.â Timâs unwavering confidence should give Paige a boost of the same energy, but it only shakes her up more. Everyoneâs expecting them to make up like they always do after every petty fight, but what if they canât make it through? What if this is it? Paige has never fucked up like this, never hurt Azzi so much that the younger girl felt the need to put multiple states between the two of them.
When Tim pulls into the driveway, Paige asks for a moment. The older man gives her a comforting hug before heading up to the house first, giving her space. Taking a deep breath to try and calm her racing heartbeat, she fluffs up the flowers, attempting to make them look prettier. She adjusts and readjusts the envelope placed in the middle of the petals. She runs her hands through her hair and scrubs at the stain at her sweater but to no avail. Paige is going to apologize to Azzi, and sheâs going to make it right. Rolling her shoulders, she steps out of the car and marches to the front door.
Before she can even reach for the handle, the door swings open. Paige blinks.
âYouâre here,â Jon sighs in relief, throwing his body at her. Paige balks for a moment before returning the hug.
âWere you watching me?â
Jon smiles sheepishly. âSorry, but you were taking so long. Why were you looking in the mirror so much? You look fine.â
Paige blushes and pushes him away. âStop stalking me.â
Jon beams at her again, before his smile drops suddenly. âUh, just so you know, her girlfriendâs here too.â
And just like that, all the confidence Paige has spent the last fifteen minutes gathering disappears. Paige clears her throat, not sure if she heard him right. âMicaelaâs here?â
âThey were calling for a long time yesterday night. And she showed up this morning.â Jon pauses, looking at her meaningfully. âWith a suitcase.â Then his smile is back, just as bright as it was before. âI talked to her a bit. Sheâs cool. But youâre Paige.â He pushes her towards the staircase. âGo.â
Azziâs door is opened a crack, and Paige peeks through. Micaela and Azzi are on her bed, Azzi snuggled in her arms. Theyâre watching something on the TV. Micaela kisses the top of Azziâs head, and Azzi looks up at her and laughs.
Fuck. Paige canât do this. She backs away from the door. Micaela, she treats her so well. She puts Azzi first. And Micaela hasnât hurt Azzi like Paige has. This is the biggest Paige has seen Azzi smile in months - her best friend is finally happy.
In that moment Paige decides that she needs to let Azzi go. She sets her bouquet of flowers down outside the room as quietly as possible. She takes the envelope, crumples it up and puts it in her pocket. She was stupid for ever thinking that flowers and a letter would make up for all the shit sheâs put Azzi through.
âWhere are you going?â Paige is halfway out the front door when a firm voice stops her.
âHome.â
âCome in and close the door.â Paige wants to tell Katie that she isnât her mother and that she has no right to tell her what to do. But Katie has been there for her when her own mother hasnât, has welcomed her into her home for months at a time and still checks up on her every week over text. So she closes the door and faces the older woman, unable to look at the eyes so similar to the ones sheâs fallen in love with.
Katie beckons for her to sit, and she follows suit. âAs her mother, I donât think Iâm supposed to say this,â Katie says slowly. âBut donât give up, Paige.â
âSheâs literally sitting in there with her girlfriend.â Paigeâs bottom lip trembles. âIâm too fucking late, and I canât even blame anyone but myself.â
âI know it feels like thereâs no solution. But-â
âWith all respect, you donât understand, Katie.â Paige cuts her off. âI donât think we can ever go back to the way we were.â
âAnd thatâs the problem. Youâre so focused on trying to return back to normal but is that what you really want? Maybe itâs good you guys canât ever be the same again. Maybe itâs good you two take the risk to become something more.â
Paige stands up, resolute this time as she reaches for her duffel. âI canât,â she says. âI canât ruin this for her.â
âStay,â Katie urges. âIf not for Azzi, at least for yourself. I just checked the weather. Thereâs going to be a blizzard. Itâs not safe for you to travel.â
Paige is about to open her mouth to protest before a familiar voice rings out. âMom?â Azzi bounds down the stairs, a smile on her face. Micaela is close behind, reaching for her waist and laughing. But then Azziâs eyes shift to where Katieâs looking, and she sees Paige. Her face drops immediately, and the action is enough to send Paigeâs stomach hurdling. âPaige?â
Paige lifts a hand, forcing a weak smile onto her face. âHey.â
Katie glances between the two of them. âAzzi, sweetie, Paige is here to stay for a few days,â she says lightly.
Azzi scoffs, disbelief etched onto her face. âLike hell she is.â She walks up to Paige, jabbing a finger in her face. âYou canât just show up at my house and expect everything to be fine, you asshole.â
âShe canât go home right now,â Katie says gently. âThe snowâs six feet thick outside. Itâs not safe.â
âWeâll find a way to make it work,â Micaela says softly, grabbing Azziâs wrist in an effort to calm her down. âLetâs go, Az.â
Paige burns. No one calls Azzi that but her. Azzi glares at Paige one last time before following her girlfriend back upstairs. Katieâs eyes follow them, worried, until she heaves a sigh and faces Paige again. âCome on, hon,â she says. âYou can stay in the guest room.â
Before now, Paige has never stepped foot in the guest room. Itâs always gone without saying that whenever she stayed over, Azziâs room became hers. Their clothes would mix in heaps on the floor until Paige would return home with a suitcase full of items half hers, half Azziâs. The scent of lavender in the room would, for a few weeks, be overtaken by the more woodsy scent of Paigeâs cologne. Now, the guest room is clean and airy, and it smells like lilacs.
Paige doesnât like it.
But she sets her stuff down and texts the group chat to let them know she wonât be home for a few days.
Dinner is a silent affair, with Tim trying but failing to crack jokes to lighten the mood. Paige occupies herself with Jon and Jose, asking them about their basketball season and school, while Azzi talks in low tones to Micaela from across the table.
Paige is picking at the food on her plate when Micaelaâs voice brings her out of her thoughts. âSo, Paige, how long are you here for?â
Paige swallows her broccoli a little bit too quickly and coughs. âHowever long it takes for the storm to die down and my flight to clear.â
âAnd what were you here for?â
To finally confess to your girlfriend that Iâm in love with her. Paige stabs another broccoli with her fork. âJust had some stuff to do in the area.â
âNo use paying for a hotel when we have an extra room here,â Katie pitches in, saving her from having to lie even more. And while itâs clear neither Micaela or Azzi believe her, they donât prod any further, leaving Paige to finish her food in silence.
â˘â˘
âCanât sleep?â
Paige turns around, surprised to see Micaela standing there, her expression clear. She leans back against the counter, tipping back her drink. âSomething like that.â
âMind if I join?â
Paigeâs first instinct is to say no, but she realizes with a start that this is the girl Azzi loves. And if Azzi loves her, and she loves Azzi, there must be some part of her that can get along with Micaela. So she nods. âThereâs grenadine and lemonade in the fridge.â
Micaela rummages through the fridge before returning with a concoction of her own. They stand in silence for a while, each of them sipping their own drinks, until Micaela says, âIâm not stupid. I know something happened between the two of you when you went to New York.â
Paige stares down at her glass, tracing its rim with her thumb. âLook,â she finally responds. âI fucked up with Azzi. I hurt her, a lot. I didnât wanna come to terms with my feelings because I was a pussy. But donât make that same mistake. I see you with her,â Paige pauses. âAnd she looks like how she used to. Before her injury. And if youâre the one who can bring her back to that, then Iâm gonna help you.â
Micaela nods, taking everything in. âYou still love her.â
âI donât think Iâve admitted that to myself yet.â Paige finishes off her drink. âShe was - is my best friend before anything else. I know that she knows Iâll die for her even if we never end up talking again. And I think I can be okay with that. That as long as she knows that I have her back, that thereâs someone whoâs always on her side, then Iâll be fine.â
Micaela tilts her head, studying her carefully. âThank you,â she says softly.
Paige turns away, her eyes burning. âIâm not doing this for you. Iâm doing this for Azzi.â
â˘â˘
Paige stays true to her word. She sends Micaela Azziâs rehab schedule and at-home therapy treatments. She carefully compiles a list of her comfort movies and shows and texts them to Micaela. When Azzi has a particularly rough day at rehab, Paige spends the entire time sheâs gone building a pillow fortress on the couch in the basement. When Azziâs in a mood, she likes feeling like a child again - it makes her worries a little smaller, a little easier to deal with. So Paige lays out blankets, fluffs up pillows, and buys popcorns and caprisuns from the store.
When Azzi comes home and hugs Micaela, raving about how cute it is and how much she appreciates it, Paige lingers near the stairs of the basement. The sound of Azziâs giggles, even if not aimed at her, put a smile on her face.
She looks up as Tim passes by. He fixes her with a stern look. âJust so you know, I donât approve of anything youâre doing.â
âWhat am I doing?â Paige tries to look innocent.
âYouâre only going to hurt yourself doing this, Paige,â he warns.
Paige bites down on her lip, the skin there already tender from all her worrying. âAs long as sheâs happy,â she says stubbornly.
âStop hiding,â he says lowly. âShow her you love her.â
But Paige canât.
So she continues to love Azzi from afar. She makes sure thereâs always multiple ice packs in the freezer. She prays every night before bed that God will take Azziâs pain away and speed up her recovery process. She texts Azziâs old high school friends, letting them know sheâs back in town and to drop by to say hello when they can.
Itâs 12 am and sheâs cutting up strawberries when she hears steps and heavy breathing from behind her. Turning around, sheâs surprised to see Azzi glowering at her.
âI found out.â
âFound out what?â Paigeâs mouth is dry. This is the first time Azziâs addressed her directly since the day she arrived, and to say sheâs nervous is an understatement.
âEverything.â Azzi clenches her jaw. âThe pillow fortress? The ice packs? The fucking strawberries youâre cutting that will magically end up in my lunch bag with Nutella tomorrow?â
Paige drops the knife on the counter, as if that would make her look any less guilty.
âWhy do you have to make things complicated?â Azzi says, her voice hoarse as if sheâs been crying. âI think Iâm finally over you and then you show up to my house and you start making me feel things for you that I shouldnât feel.â
Paige takes a cautious step forward. âWhy canât you feel them?â
âI have a girlfriend. And arenât you scared? Right now we can still go back to being us. We can be friends. But this-â Azziâs voice cracks. âWeâve caused each other so much pain and weâve never even been together that way. Imagine if we actually dated and we broke up. God, Paige, that would fucking wreck me. At least when weâre friends I can rest with the fact that youâll always be there somehow.â
âSo you donât even wanna try?â Paigeâs tone is incredulous.
âDo you have any idea how much power you have over me?â Azzi chokes out.
Paige closes her eyes briefly. âI would never hurt you.â
âHow can you say that?â Tears leak from Azziâs eyes. âHow can you say that when you already have?â
âAzzi.â She reaches for her hand. âLet us try. You know - you know I love you? I know Iâve been an ass, and Iâve fucked up over and over again. But I canât-â
âStop.â Azzi shakes her off, walking backwards as if even being near Paige is physically hurting her. âPlease donât make this hurt more then it has to.â She crosses her arms over her chest, withdrawing into herself as she shivers. âI thought I finally found it. Micaela - sheâs perfect. Was perfect. Doing all these things that only one person before has ever done for me. Then we get into an argument and I find out that youâre behind all this shit? That my girlfriend has been lying through her teeth this entire time? God. When am I ever gonna find someone that actually cares about me?â
âAzzi, I just need one chance. Please.â Paige watches Azzi back away, and every fiber in her being is screaming at her best friend to stop running away her. âI care about you. And I found out what Ella said. She couldnât have been more wrong. Fucking hell, youâve never been a burden to me, Azzi. How could you ever think that?â
âItâs not gonna work out, Paige. It wonât.â
âSo thatâs it?â Paige spreads her arms, lets then fall helplessly by her side. âYouâre just gonna give up before we even try? Like a fucking coward?â
âYou have no right calling me a coward,â Azzi laughs bitterly. âNot when you used me for sex and dipped whenever the conversation got too serious.â
âYouâre the one who always left first, not me,â Paige grits out through her teeth. âYouâre the one who suggested being friends with benefits. You are just as much guilty as I am.â
âWell, I regret it.â Azziâs words come tumbling out before she can stop them. âI regret everything.â
âYou regret everything?â Paige repeats back, shaking her head in disbelief. âI might be an asshole, but youâre even worse than I am. I canât even believe you right now.â
âGo home.â Azzi turns her back, and her body shudders, as if sheâs sobbing. âI donât want you here. You shouldâve never came.â
âGladly,â Paige spits out. âI fucking hate you for this.â And as she stands there, chest heaving with the arrows sheâs thrown, chest hurting with the hurt of everything said and unsaid, she knows that sheâs lying. That she could never hate Azzi, as much as she tried. But everything hurts too fucking bad, and Azzi is looking at her as if sheâs the worst thing in the world. And when Paige goes home and looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks that maybe Azzi isnât too far off.
â˘â˘
Azzi walks into the guest room. She lies on the bed, inhaling the faint scent of Paige still lingering in the air. She turns on her side, burrowing her face into one of the pillows when she hears something crinkle. Confused, she reaches into the bedsheets and finds a worn, crumpled card. Her heart skips a beat when she flattens it out and sees familiar handwriting scrawled messily across the paper.
Dear Azzi,
I talk a lot. But I think you know me well enough that I show my feelings best through actions, not words. Iâve said hurtful things to you. I donât know how to verbalize myself in a way that makes sense.
But I care about our relationship, so Iâm writing this letter to try and finally put into words correctly the way I feel about you, because itâs the least you deserve - something honest, and something real from me. I know if I try to say this all in person, Iâll fuck it up somehow. So here is my letter, to you, that Iâll probably read and rewrite a million times.
I love you. Iâm sorry it took me so long to realize it. But I do. And I know now that no one has ever made me feel what you do.
I know now that you were frustrated with me because you thought I never saw you beyond a friend with benefits. But I swear that everything Iâve done, everything Iâve hurt you with, was because I was trying to protect myself from the pain of realizing that you have always been more than just a friend. It has never been because I saw it as âjust sex.â I saw it as more, I wanted it as more, and I was too immature to deal with it in a way that was kind to you. Iâll regret that forever.
I have never not loved you. I donât think I will ever stop loving every single thing about you. And I keep repeating myself, but I really am sorry. I donât think Iâll ever be able to give you everything that you deserve, but still, I want to try. Hence why Iâm coming here like a sap with all the flowers and shit tryna win you back.
But if somehow everything goes wrong and we never end up speaking again, just know that Iâll think about you every night before I sleep, just like I do now. Just know that Iâll always give us a second chance. I think we are inevitable. (I hope i spelled that right)
And if hopefully everything goes right and you forgive me and I somehow am able to be a part of your life after everything, then I promise Iâll work every day to show that I am serious about us. No other person, no other distractions, nothing else. Just you.
But no matter what happens, whatever decision you choose, as long as youâre happy, Iâll find a way to be happy.
Love,
Paige
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God's Plan
prompt: your boyfriend carries the worst parts of his job home, bringing to life one of your deepest-seeded insecurities. or when Carmy calls you clingy.
pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader -> pairing: Carmy x Peach
fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear
collection masterlist: Clingy Baby
word count: 3.3k+
note: she's short. she's to the point. author doesn't want to hear a GODDAMN THING about "glorifying" toxic relationships. shut the fuck up, eat your cereal, read the fic or just scroll away.
warnings: cursing, small angst, short fic, author mildly gave up, hurt with no real comfort, allusion to toxic family relationship, insecurity, not edited.
part two: Two to Tango
"Hey, what're you still doin' here?"
You glanced up from your computer, smiling at your coworker, "Just trying to get the study notes finished so they can be used for the analysis."
"Okay...? But you realize what time it is, right?"
You hummed, glancing at the analog clock, "Just about 7?"
"Yeah, so, go home," she chuckled. "Work's still gonna be here tomorrow."
"I'll see you then," you dismissed softly, watching her smile and turn away from your desk. You tried to get back into work, but the truth was, you felt overly burned out, but still wanted to work because it'd make you feel better being "good" at your job.
So, in reality, you didn't get home until 10:56 pm, yet still beat Carmy. You ate something simple, cleaned up, got a shower, and crashed into bed. You didn't know the time, but Carmy eventually came home; his arm heavy around you when settling for sleep.
You were the first up and out the door the next morning, just barely seeing Carmy when he got up for coffee. You managed a single kiss before rushing away, needing to get to work on time. When you got there, your entire morning was blocked for client meetings, then you took lunch, later, team meetings, and then the last hour or so of work was meant for individual recreation.
Another day of staying late, trying to finish work you thought was important. Another day of getting home late, missing your man, going to bed, and only seeing him the following morning.
However, this time at work, your boss told you that the analysis meetings were pushed back by a week... So, technically, you stayed late and busted your ass for no literal reason! And your coworker's entire cup of coffee spilled on you. And your Outlook email was under maintenance, so, you couldn't really work. And then, to top off a really shitty week, your car was hit in the parking lot and now had a huge fucking dent.
You were beat.
You were overwhelmed.
You were miserable, stressed, righteously confused.
You didn't stay late that night. Instead, you left at a normal hour and texted Carmy:
what time do you think you'll be off?
He replied when you got to your car:
maybe around 8?
You sniffled, nodding, answering:
okay, see you when you get home.
As you exited the parking lot, he replied:
what? you're off?
And you answered:
yeah, couldn't stand being there much longer. think you could get off a little early?
When you made three turns, he sent back:
i'll try, peach đ
When you got home, you felt utterly defeated. Life felt like a never ending shitshow that refused to alleviate most of the stress you forced to endure. You were in tears by the time you got in the door, angrily stripping and getting a long, hot shower. You cried a little longer. When you got out, you got dressed in cozy shorts and one of Carmy's sweatshirts; going about a few household chores when you realized it was already past 9.
You didn't really want to, but you texted Carmy again,
hey, are you gonna be much later?
You made a simple meal, eating it in silence. When you were doing dishes, Carmy answered,
i don't know, going over menu items with syd. text you on my way home
You just went to bed, exhaustion from the week catching up to you.
Sometime later, you felt Carmy crawl into bed beside you. You were only half awake, but still turned over and nestled into his chest, hearing him sigh. "You're home late," you mumbled.
"Sorry f'wakin' you, Peach," he whispered, pecking your forehead. "You good, baby?"
"S'been a long fuckin' week," you squeezed him.
He sighed, "Sorry it was rough, Peach, but hey, hey, back up a little, 's kinda warm."
"But I haven't seen you."
"I know, but it's just warm. We'll cuddle in the morning, okay?" You only sighed and turned back over to face away from him. You resettled with your pillow, just settling when he asked in a hardened tone, "You mad?"
"No, Carmen, go to sleep."
"You sound mad."
"I'm not."
"I don't mean to piss you off, it's just been a long night f'me and I don't want to cuddle right now," he said in a sharp tone that made your stomach coil and churn.
"Shut up, I'm not mad, Carmen, go to sleep."
He scoffed, your irritation spiking. "You're really fucking mad 'cause I don't want you laying on me right now?"
"No, Carmen, Jesus - "
"Callin' me fuckin' Carmen doesn't help," he snapped.
You sat up and turned to him, "You want me to be mad? Maybe I'm a little pissed off that I've barely seen my boyfriend this week! Not like you've made an effort to speak to me, but I've had a pretty shitty time at work, too - so, excuse the fuck outta me for feeling disappointed!"
"Disappointed in fucking what, Peach? In not wanting t'cuddle right now?"
"Maybe, yeah! I'm upset, stressed out, maybe I just wanted some comfort, God! Now you're all up in arms, I just wanted to go to sleep - but no, you want to pick at me!"
"Oh, Jesus, fucking Christ! You couldn't just talk to me about you having a shitty week, you gotta be laid up on me? When the fuck did you get so Goddamn clingy and desperate for fucking attention? Huh? So fucking desperate for love? Sorry you had a shitty week, darling, but you're not alone in that. Sorry if it's fucking hot and I just want to sleep."
Feeling yourself fighting a losing battle because he wasn't listening, you just sighed, "Okay, Carmen."
He scoffed again, turning over to face away from you, "Know what? Fuck you, sweetheart."
You stared at his back for a long minute, feeling shocked by his words. "You can be such a fucking dick, you know that?" You snapped, standing from bed.
"And you can be a dramatic bitch."
"Yeah, that's me, the bitch you chose, huh!?" You rolled your eyes and nodded sarcastically; taking the blanket from the end of the bed, figuring he wouldn't miss it since he was so fucking hot. With only your phone and charger, you went out to the living room and crashed on the couch; covering up and crying quietly into a pillow from the overwhelming stress built in your chest. You felt guilt plunging your stomach, tearing it apart; feeling as if it were your fault for having physical touch as a love language.
Sleep evaded you that night. About an hour before your alarm, you called in sick and shut your phone off, resettling in misery as Carmy left the bedroom for work. You didn't move, never opened your eyes. However, they popped open in surprise when Carmen shoved your shoulder, "Hey."
"What?" You muttered.
"You're late for work."
"Called in."
He snorted, "Yeah, must be nice."
You didn't say anything else, feeling utterly defeated by his sharp words. The lack of response made Carmy pause and glance over at you from the kitchen, honest surprise coloring his system because he usually knew you to bite back. But you were quiet and still, the only indication you were even alive being the slow drag of your shoulders.
He let the door slam after he left for work, and you instantly sobbed. What you didn't know was that Carmy had come back, forgetting something mundane, and came to a halt outside the door when he heard you crying. He felt guilty, but Carmy wasn't usually one to confront problems; he instead ran away, like always.
After a night of exhaustion, you finally cry yourself to sleep.
When Carmy got home that night after work, he found you still huddled on the couch. After a look around, he realized you hadn't moved all day; nothing to eat, nothing to drink... He wanted to wake you but still felt so fucking irritated from his job that the idea of reconciling with you felt far fetched. So, he did what he did best and isolated himself by going to the gym for a few hours.
You still hadn't woken up when he got back.
So, he just went to bed; hating sleeping alone but hating his pride more because it refused to let him get up and go get you. Carry you to bed. Smother you in apologies. Beg for forgiveness. He was cold that night.
You were awake around 4 am.
The entire apartment felt as cold and aloof as your boyfriend. You felt so silly for still being there, knowing you paid for an apartment of your own, but liking that Carmy's place was closer to your work. And he never asked you to leave, in fact, the times you went home, he was calling you within hours to beg you to come back because he hated sleeping alone.
Whatever happened to that lad? The one who was so in-love with you that he would desperately ask you to come "home" to him? Who was this man now? Who called you clingy, desperate... A bitch.
You could only stand to make coffee, feeling powerless in this tension. You didn't want him to ignore you any longer, feeling like you'd drop to your knees for his forgiveness if it would end this feud; but you weren't so naĂŻve. You spent several long minutes mentally prepping yourself for more anxiety, telling yourself you could handle the day if you just powered through it. Everything should be fine so long as you didn't do anything else to upset him, as long as you didn't do anything to warrant him yelling at you - again.
You finally decided on an emotion, since you could feel so many at any given point in time, and since this situation was one you've never encountered before. Carmy had brought forth one of your biggest insecurities and then smashed it in your face like punk-ass siblings did to your birthday cake. You decided you were hurt by his words, tone, and actions; you were hurt by the man you loved unconditionally, and that was a terrifying thought on its own. He was once a man you thought couldn't do any wrong, to now being a man you were unsure of how to even speak to; fearful, as you once were as a child, to upset him and create hostility directed at you.
Carmy often forgot he didn't have a monopoly on toxic, complicated family dynamics, but being that Mikey was still so fresh for him, you kept quiet about your own issues in an effort to be a loving, supportive girlfriend. Yet even while trying not to upset anyone, to create tension, you somehow managed to. You felt your heart and soul shrivel into a withered raisin when you remembered your family and how they constantly put you down; saying that nobody wanted a girl like you who tried, tried, and tried again only to fail. They thought you were damaged goods, treated you as such and always smeared your name in the mud whenever you thought you had found someone to love you and be loved by you.
All that trauma was rearing its ugly head now, making doubt sink into the cracks of your relationship. No matter how hard he tried, Carmy couldn't ever take those words back once they've been said, and he had to understand that going forward, this would strain your relationship. Taking anger and frustration out on you was inappropriate, putting a bad taste in your mouth; making you wonder how the hell you'd ever move past this when his words circled your head like water draining from the sink.
Sometime around 9 am, you were curled up on the couch with your coffee and a book; Saturday dragging by slowly to allow you the reprieve of being off work. The bedroom door opened and you held your breath; sweat breaking out on your brow; heart stammering in your chest. When he came out, Carmy didn't look at you, which allowed you to watch him. He made a to-go cup of coffee, then shouldered his backpack before heading for the door.
"Carmy?" You asked softly in confusion, "I thought you were off today?"
"I am," he replied stiffly, "but I gotta run errands."
You didn't have time to respond before he was storming out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. You blinked in shock, confusion plunging your heart to your feet as you realized he didn't ask you to join him, in fact, he didn't appear to want to tell you his plans until you had to ask directly when he was walking out the door. You felt terrible, more tears swelling in your eyes at the discord your boyfriend prolonged.
Something in your heart snapped and you stood from your seat. With anger coursing through your veins, you turned into a miniature tornado and quickly started gathering whatever you could get your hands on that belonged to you. You had enough, you felt hurt, yes, we established this, but then the disrespect started to overflow out of your heart to color your blood. Never linger where you're not wanted, you should never tear yourself down to that level. Never should have to second guess yourself, either - especially in a space where you're supposed to be safe.
You started to wonder: is it clingy if you made dinner and saved him a plate? Is it clingy if you did his laundry? What about cuddling? Is that clingy? Well, apparently! What else are you wrong about? If you texted him? Asked his opinion? What about if you held his hand - is that clingy, too? Probably!
Physical touch and quality time were your love languages, but after this reaction, you wondered if everything you'd do from now on would be judged? Would you be crucified for showing your love? For trying to participate in your relationship?
All day, you moved your stuff back to your apartment. All shoes, clothes, purses, make-up, haircare and skincare products - any and all period products, too. You left fucking nothing; going as far as to lay face-down the photo of your two on his bedside stand. You'd of taken it, too, but you felt sick at the thought so you left it for him. Sunday night, you didn't return to his apartment, and Carmy didn't call to say goodnight; both figuring the other was still pissed off. Your Monday was long and annoying, but once it was over, you had to admit, it was strange returning to an empty apartment, heat up leftovers, eat while watching some Netflix show, and then crashing into bed - moving mechanically.
Days passed uneventfully, albeit, a bit sluggishly. And then, Thursday arrived, and with it, the shit that would hit the fan.
You were enraptured in this book by Anne Tyler called "Dinner At The Homesick Restaurant," and couldn't stop reading it. You nursed a mug of tea, the outside darkening with an approaching thunderstorm that would talk to you in the silence and send bolts of lightning to illuminate the city. A shrill ringtone then played, making you jump slightly and glance at your phone only to see Carmy's contact name and photo.
You stare at your phone for a long moment, and then, after convincing yourself that ignoring him would only add fuel to the fire, answered quietly, "Hello?"
"Peach? Hey, uh... Are you, um, still at work?"
"No?"
"Where are you, then?"
"I'm home."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"I'm standing right here and you're not, baby, unless you got superpowers or something?" He chuckled nervously, hearing nothing on your end. "In fact, I, uh... I don't see any of your things. You move 'em?"
He'd never admit it, but your personal touch in his living space transformed it into a home; and now that they were all gone, he hated how cold, dreary, and grey the apartment felt.
"Carmy, I mean my home. You know? The apartment I still pay for?"
"Oh, well... Why're you there?"
"Why wouldn't I be? I had to bring my stuff back and leave it somewhere safe."
"It was safe here, Peach," he argued.
"Yeah, but it's your space and last thing I need is to be yelled at and insulted again for being clingy 'cause I left clothes at your apartment."
"Fuc'k's sake," You heard him hiss under his breath, bringing tears to your eyes. "You know I don't mind, I want you to leave shit here so it's easier on you to commute. Look, you know it's Thursday, right? Does our standing date night ring any bells?"
"Okay, but we haven't honored that in weeks? You know, 'cause you've been really busy."
"I thought we could get back into it tonight."
You sighed, turning the page in your book, "No, I don't think so, but thanks anyway."
He took a long pause, asking nervously, "What's wrong, Peach?"
"Nothing. Is there anything else, Carmen? I'm in the middle of shit."
"Oh, uh, n-no, I guess that's it. You comin' over tomorrow?"
"No. I told my brother I'd help him this weekend."
"But tomorrow's... Friday?"
"Yeah, that's how a calendar works. I have to travel to get to him," you scoffed.
"You didn't think to tell me?"
"Why would I?"
"You tell me everything! You don't think that's something I should know? That my girl's not even gonna be here this weekend?"
"Well, you're the one who said I was fucking clingy, remember!?" You finally snapped. "So, I'm giving you all that space you wanted!"
"Baby - "
"No, it's a great idea. We need space, Carmen; this isn't fair to either of us anymore," you spoke seriously, the line going quiet.
"What?"
"We need space from this relationship."
"I don't. I don't need space, Peach, baby, no, just listen, okay? I'm so sorry, I came home stressed out and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, I really am, this isn't what I want. Okay? I'm sorry. Just - come back home and we can - "
"No, you know what? I think I'm the one who needs this space," you snapped. "You said some pretty fucked up things, Carmen, that you can't ever take back, and now that I know, I can't un-know what you think about me. So, I need time to sort myself out."
"What're you saying? A-Are you breaking up with me?"
"Not yet, no."
"Baby, don't do this. C'mon, okay? I'm sorry, baby, I-I-I was wrong for what I said, I didn't - I didn't mean it! None of it, okay? Know I love you, baby, please, just come home, okay? I'm so sorry, I love that you wanna be close to me, I shouldn't've pushed you away. I'm sorry, okay? Please, baby, I'm so sorry. I need you, Peach, please. Just come home, we'll talk it through, I promise, no yelling - "
"I think you already said it all. Your words were 'clingy' and 'desperate'. Oh, and you also called me a 'bitch', so, I'd hate to be the bitch that makes your already stressful life all the harder."
"I didn't mean that - "
"I gotta go, Carmen, we'll talk later, okay? Goodnight."
He froze when he listened to those three distinct beeps that indicated you hung up on him. Confusion and hurt now seeped into the cracks of Carmy's heart; wondering when the hell he'd become so Goddamn self destructive to ruin the best thing he's ever had - you. The apartment might as well turned into ice with the way the light left, your departure suddenly haunting him.
When will these boys learn? The love of a good woman is rare, they'd only ever be so lucky as to think they deserve a woman like you. Nobody ever gets to guilt you for your love language(s) and then grovel for forgiveness. You deserve better, you deserve more; whether you could see that right now or not, you deserved to be loved in the best way for you. And sometimes, that means walking away from something you once thought was exactly what you wanted, but perhaps, never what you needed - call that God's Plan.
[ part two: ] Two to Tango
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Always
Summary: After another tough loss in Week 5 to the Baltimore Ravens, Joe wants nothing more than to come home to you.
Pairings: Joe Burrow x gf!reader
Warnings: none
Note: Hi! This is my first time writing in a while so this may be a little rough. After the loss yesterday I want nothing more than to hold this man.
Word Count: 890
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You were on the edge of your seat watching from home as each team was trading touchdowns back and forth for the entire game, sending the game into overtime. Everything was looking good, up until Evan went for the kick, the ball getting tripped up in the process, completely missing the posts. You exhaled a breath you didnât realize you were holding in.
You saw the camera flash to Joe, hanging his head and a look of defeat on his face. You could feel his disappointment from where you were standing in your shared living room, knowing he needed this win more than the last. The past few weeks have been tough on him, the tension spilling into your dynamic together at home. Last weekâs win was a great lift in spirits, but Joe still had his head down maintaining his focus to strive for more.
When Joe came on for his post-game interview, you knew it was going to be a tough watch. You could see the pain in his feature as he was being asked question after question from the reporters, looking exhausted trying to hold his composure. One in particular asked about each game having slim point differences and how that would translate to the end of the season.Â
âWeâre not a championship level team right now, weâre not. Iâd like to think that you know, weâll come back and improve throughout the season to get to that point, but right now weâre not and we have to get betterâ Joe answered, his voice showing his frustration and disappointment.
It absolutely broke your heart to hear him talk about himself the way that he was, bearing the fullness of the loss on his shoulders. You were both nervous and excited for him to come home. Wanting nothing more than to hold him close, but you knew the type of mood he would most likely be in.
Your phone pinged, the familiar sound of Joeâs text tone ringing through the silence.
On my way, I need you
The short message an indicator that after weeks of stress and struggles, he was seeking out your comfort. You typed out a quick reply and got to work before Joe got home. You spent the little time you had picking things up and getting dinner ready, whipping up his favorite comfort food.
About 30 minutes later, you heard the garage open and shut, followed by Joe shuffling in through the door. He kicked off his shoes with his head hung low. When he looked up, locking his sights on you, you could tell tears were welling up in his eyes, trying so hard to hold his composure.Â
He took a few steps into the kitchen, the pain in his features becoming more prominent the more distance he closed between you too. You opened up your arms and he fell into your embrace, the dam holding back everything from the past few weeks of losses pouring out like a flood gate.
The two of you just stood there in the kitchen for a while letting time pass, slowing rocking Joe back and forth while he cried in your arms. Once the cries became sniffles, Joe pulled back and look at you with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You moved your arms from around him, bringing your hands to caress his cheeks, wiping away any remains of tears.Â
âIf only I had just done better and-â you cut him off, not letting him bring himself down any further.
âYou did everything you absolutely could have Joey. You put your entire soul onto that field and you know itâ.Â
Joe sighed and rested his forehead against your shoulder leaning down to reach you, letting his hands fall and rest lazily on your lower back.
âItâs just been so hard recently, it feels like whatever Iâm doing isnât enough and everyone is expecting me to do it allâ Joe mumbled into your neck.
Your hands went to his hair, fingers massaging his scalp and tangling in the ends at the nape of his neck.Â
âI want you to know that you are enough and that I know youâre trying your hardest, your fans know, and they only want to see you succeed. Reporters are gonna try their best to get the juiciest details from others defeatâ.
You could see the tension begin to leave his body as he let his shoulders, lifting his eyes to meet yours. Joe scooped you up, placing you on the nearest countertop so you could be more level with one another.
âThank you for always being there for me and being rock when I canât for myselfâ. Joe said giving you a warm smile as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
âIâll always be your biggest supporter and cheerleader no matter what, itâs us against the world bug. I got your favorite ready for you on the stove. Why donât we settle in on the couch and eat hm? I bet youâre hungryâ.
âStarving, thank you, baby. Speaking of cheerleader, we should get you one of those uniforms sometimeâ Joe smirked, raising his eyebrows.
âThereâs the Joey I know, I bet we could work something outâ you laugh playing along, pulling him in for another hug. You were someone he could come home to always.
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Comparisons Pt.2
Jason Todd x Jealous!Insecure!Fem!Reader || Angst/Fluff || Word Count: 2,730
Part 1
Warnings: insecurities (reader). Bad self esteem (reader). Criticizing oneself in the mirror (reader). Black eye (jason)
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The first thing you did once you got back into your apartment was throw your bag on the floor. The next thing you did was slump back against the door and slowly slid your way down until you were sitting on the ground, knees to your chest, head tucked into your folded arms.
Your eyes had been burning the entire walk back. Your throat was tight and especially your lungs from how fast you had power-walked.
Now that you were out of the public eye, you let the tears finally fall after trying so hard to hold them back.
Thank the crime for Gothamâs low rent. You didnât think youâd be able to make it to your bedroom to hide your oncoming sobs if you had been living with roommates.
You were exhausted. You felt entirely stupid, too. As if you werenât enough for Jason. Artemis had everything. Everything you didnât and more.
You were beginning to think he had settled for you.
You knew he could pull attractive women. Could pull damn gorgeous women. He was entirely handsome himself, even though he never saw it.
Nearly every time you two were out he would have people coming up to him. Flirting with him. Asking for his number. Even when you were right there, his arm around your shoulders or your waist. Or if he was alone because you had gone to the bathroom. That was when they came out of the woodworks the most. Itâs like even they could tell you were subpar for him.
The thing is: Jason would never even look at them. No matter how long they stood there. Usually, when he had ignored them for long enough and was getting annoyed, he would pull you into a deep kiss. He wouldnât stop until he was sure they had left.
You couldnât even explain why you felt like this. Jason had done nothing to prove that he didnât love you.
But if Artemis, someone Jason had very possibly loved before you, was still in his life⌠what chance did you have at being allowed to stay?
Another sob left your throat. You were never in Jasonâs league. Why ever pretend? Especially for this long?
You had overstayed your welcome.
Your phone buzzed in your bag. A call coming through. You sniffled, as you pulled it out of your tote.
Jasonâs profile was displayed across the screen. A picture you had taken of him when you had dragged him out to the park a few months ago. You were both smiling at the camera as you took a picture. You had thought he looked so handsome in it. A soft smile, kind eyes looking a little off from the camera, the sun basking him in a sweet early spring glow. You had never liked the way you looked in that photo. When you made it his contact, you had cropped yourself out.
You frowned as your phone kept ringing. You didnât want to deal with him right now. You set the phone on the ground in front of you, face up, letting it go to voicemail.
Your phone went black again. You started feeling a little guilty. Then, seconds later, it rang again.
You didnât pick up. Even despite the guilt that began to chew at your stomach lining.
That call only rang four times before ending again.
A minute. Then a text message.
Jason: Just tell me whether or not you made it home, baby. Please?
You stared at it for a moment.
Another text.
Jason: Iâm coming by soon either way. Weâre talking about this.
You frown. He sounded mad.
Your head pounded lightly. A headache from how hard youâd been crying.
Maybe he was coming here to break up with you.
Youâd obviously been delusional the past few weeks. Jason was using a case as an excuse to distant himself from you. To get familiar with Artemis again.
That had to be it.
Another text.
Jason: I know youâre seeing these, love.
Screw him. Screw him and his perfect grammar. And his stupid pet names.
You picked up your phone, opening the messages. You send back a simple âHome.â Before closing your phone again, placing it on the ground.
Jason: Thank you. See you soon.
Tears burned at your eyes again, but you swallowed them back.
You pushed yourself off the floor. No point in letting him see you, huddled in a heap of despair, still in your food splattered work clothes. Making your way to your bedroom, you began to change out of your work clothes. You automatically reached for the grey t shirt hanging off the post at the end of the bed, but hesitated. You stared at it. The far too big for you, menâs t shirt that was worn around the collar and smelled so much like Jason.
Your hand hovered over it before you stepped away.
Heâd probably be wanting it back after this.
You stepped towards your dresser, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
You hate it.
You canât even see yourself as yourself anymore.
You stand there, picking yourself apart bit by bit. Rifling. Dissecting. Looking to find something good, something likeable, until youâve tossed every part into the âdiscardâ bin of your mind.
You canât even do anything about it. All your tears are gone. You simply hang your head as you step into your sweatpants and slip on your t shirt.
You crawl onto your bed, not bothering to climb under the covers. Not bothering to shower.
The sun was still shining in, reminding you of how you were wasting such a beautiful day.
Your mind was working against you. Coming up with reasons for why Jason would be with you. Why he would have done everything that he had ever done with you if he didnât love you.
The most prominent reason was that he was just taking pity on you. He had the time on his hands to do a favour for the lonely, ugly girl because he had broken up with his gorgeous amazonian warrior girlfriend. He couldnât be giving out favours anymore now that he had her back.
You laid there on your side, arms hugging yourself. You realized you werenât out of tears. They continued slip out of your eyes and pool to the pillow below you. The occasional sob leaving you when your mind concocted something else outrageous.
You donât know how long you laid there for.
In the silence of your apartment, you could hear the lock of your front door click before the door swung open.
You tensed, arms hugging yourself as you laid on your side, back to the door.
You heard Jason slip off his boots, the steel toes he always wore clattering against the floor, signalling his arrival.
Padded footsteps followed, moving down the short hallway. Then the creak of your bedroom door behind you that had already been ajar.
Jasonâs voice was soft as he called your name, âYouâre not asleep, are ya?â
You simply glanced back at him over your shoulder, twisting. He took up the whole frame. He was dressed the same as earlier. Dark blue jeans, dark grey shirt with a faded brewery logo on it, and his leather jacket that he hadnât bothered to take off at the door. His sunglasses were gone, showing off the fresh black eye that you hadnât seen. He held a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand.
Who brings flowers to someone when theyâre about to leave them?
You laid your head back down without another word.
More footsteps. The bed dipped behind you, Jasonâs weight settling on the mattress, sitting in the crook where your knees bent.
A beat passed before he sighed, âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours, doll?â
His hand reaches down to brush away the hair that was covering your face. The second his fingers brush over your cheek, you flinched back.
Jason draws his hand back, âTalk to me. I know how your mind gets, baby. What happened today?â
You stared straight ahead of you, towards the window Jason would often use to enter your apartment in the middle of night, the sunlight shining through. âAre you going to break up with me?â
Jasonâs answer was quick. Honest. âNo. Never.â
You shouldâve felt more relaxed, but you didnât. You just felt more stupid, âDid you love her?â
Jason paused, âArtemis?â
You nod.
Jason shifted on the bed, bringing more of his weight onto it before answering, âI thought I did. When I was with her. But⌠no.â Another pause. âYou taught me what love was.â
Stupid, stupid, stupid. You knew Jason loved you.
You felt horrible. began to cry again, your voice cracking.
You just⌠you just needed to make sure, âAre you only with me becauseâ because you pity me?â
âWhat?â Jasonâs hands were suddenly on your shoulders, turning you onto your back. His fingers brushed your hair back and cupped your face. âOf course not!â You met his gaze for a moment through a haze of unshed tears. Youâd never seen him more worried. More concerned. More⌠heartbroken at your words.
His eyes drift to the wet patches on your pillow, then back to your face. He takes in your red eyes and red nose. âBaby⌠have you been crying over this? Thinking I was going to leave you?â
You look away from him without answering. A silent âyesâ.
Jason sighs lightly, âBecause of Artemis?â His thumbs begin to stroke your cheeks, âShe was just giving me some papers for a shipment. She owed me a favour from a long time ago.â
âHow long were you with her?â
âEight months,â he said, though there was a flit of a questioning tone at the end of it. He corrected himself, âNine.â
âWhy have you never talked about her?â You see him frown, his eyes shutting for a moment. You feel your face burn from embarrassment at all your questions.
Jason takes a breath, âThat relationship⌠wasnât a good one. It was my second real one, ever.â He shrugs, âIt was built off of shared trauma, I guess. Once the Outlaws disbanded we didnât really have much of a reason to stick around one another.â He pauses. âNow that I think about it, I donât think Iâd even consider it a real relationship. More of a fling.â
Thereâs a beat. You still donât look at him.
âYou know I love you,â he says. You bite deep into the inside of your cheek. âYou know I love you⌠right?â His words sound so distraught at the idea of him making you feel unloved.
A small breath left your lungs. âI know.â Tears spill over as you talk, your arms still wrapped around yourself, hands squeezing the flesh of your biceps, âBut that couldâve been an easy hand over. Five minutes.â You tried taking a deep breath, âWhy⌠why make time to go and have coffee with your ex when you canât even make time for me?â
Jason cursed quietly under his breath. Your face crumpled, but you tried for keep it together. âShe wanted to.â Jason said. âTrust me. I didnât. But I need that information.â He shuffled more onto the bed, hovering over you. âYou have no idea how happy I was when I saw you walking past. You were like some angel coming from heaven. Iâm serious.â
The moment replayed in your mind. Your bottom lip wobbled uncontrollably as you remembered his consistent frown every time he had looked at you.
âThen whyââ your voice hitched with a small sob. âYou only smiled at her. You just started nitpicking me the second she left. Started whenâ when she was still there.â
Jason sighed again, his eyes shutting, âI know. I was acting like an asshole. I know. Iâm sorry.â He leaned his face closer to yours, thumbs swipes away your tears. âI just get so worried about you sometimes.â He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.
You sniffle again, âIâm sorry.â
âNo,â Jason mumbled against your forehead before leaning back. âIâm sorry, baby. I was already ticked off that I was wasting time with her.â
You squirmed lightly, still hugging yourself, âIâm still sorry. I know you love me. I do trust you. I justââ
Jason shook his head, âNo. Donât be sorry. I shouldnât have had coffee with her. I shouldâve been picking you up from work.â He moved his hands to gentle grasp onto your hands, âCome on. Sit up for me, yeah?â
You followed his instructions, sitting up, crossing your legs in front of you. Jason grabbed a tissue from your bedside table, handing it to you to blow your nose. You felt like asking whether the case he was working was real or not. You decided against it, realizing his black eye should be proof enough.
Jason brushed your hair back as you blew your nose, clearing your face. âWhy did you think Iâm with you because I pity you, love?â
You look away, shameful, âBecause⌠because youâre the first guy to ever ask me out.â You shrug lightly, âAnd⌠and no one else was wanting to. And I justâŚâ You sniffle again. Jason takes your old tissue and hands you a new one, his other hand on your knee, his thumb stroking the side of it gently. âI saw how pretty she is andââ
âNot as pretty as you,â he gave you a soft smile, lifting your chin up. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to cut you off.â
You gave no reaction.
Jason paused, ââŚdo you not think youâre pretty?â
You try and turn your face away again, shrugging, âIâm just so far out of your league. Sheâs not.â
âDamn right youâre out of my league,â Jason laughed softly, grasping onto your shoulders as they fell in defeat.
Finally. You thought. He realizes. This is it. This isâ
He took one hand and tilted your chin until you were looking at him again. âLove, youâre leagues above me. You hear me? Iâm serious. Iâm so lucky to have someone as sweet and caring as you.â
You begin to shake your head. Jason firmly yet painlessly pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, stopping you. He begins to nod your head. Up and down. Forcing you to agree with him.
He presses his thumb into your bottom lip. He pulls it down and back up over and over again, mimicking speech as if you were some puppet. He pitched up his voice and octave, âYes, Jason! Iâm the most gorgeous girl youâve ever seen!â
You canât help it. A smile tugs at your lips. You pull his hand away and hold it with both of your own as you place a kiss to it.
Jason grins, tilting his face down to yours, âThere she is. Thereâs my girl.â
You shake your head at him, âIâm sorry for thinking you were going to leave me for herâŚâ
Jason smiles softly, âNo more apologies. I know how your mind is.â He tilts his chin up and pressed another kiss to your forehead. âEvil mind.â He mutters against it, making you giggle.
You hum lightly, leaning into his touch. âWhat happened to your eye?â
Jason scoffed lightly, âSome thug last night. My helmet was already broken. He got a good right hook in.â
You smile up at him. You sit up straighter, pressing a feather light kiss to the edge of the bruising.
Jason hums in satisfaction, âThank you, baby.â He smiles again, looking back at you. âWhat do you want to do now? Youâve got me until nine.â
You perks up, âNine? But it's already four! Don't you have to read those papers? Donât you have toââ
Jason smiled and shook his head, cutting you off, "Already did. I just have to intercept that shipment tonight and then you'll have me all day tomorrow, too. Iâve got nothing else but time to spend with my girl.â
Your smile grows a little wider, "Really?"
Jason nods, "I promise."
You play with his fingers as you think it over. Rubbing a thumb over his knuckles, picking up each digit and curling them and straightening them again, "Can we go for a ride?"
Jason grins, "Course, love. Where's your helmet?"
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between the lines pt. 2
pairing. han taesan x reader genre. fluff, academic rivals to ???, college/university!au word count. 2.5k warnings. reader makes life-threatening remarks to taesan (jokingly... maybe...) (+ reader is allergic to coffee & shorter than taesan) a/n. read pt. 1 before this! but once again, the academic rivals are not academic rivaling here bcs theyâre busy being (ironically) stupid đ anw, i hope you enjoy this! feedbacks are vv appreciated <3 pt. 1 | masterlist
taesan is kind of regretting his decision.
when you had reluctantly stood up and rested your weight over him, he was nothing but nervous. it was the first time you had ever been this close to him, your body directly pressing against his, and it took everything in him to not break into a bundle of nerves. or at least, not enough for it to be visibleâhe would rather redo that hellish test he took last week than make you see him like this.
his determination had proven to be difficultâextremely difficultâwhen he felt your cheek land on the curve between his neck and shoulder, the warmth of your breaths tickling his skin. he hoped you couldnât see the goosebumps on his skin, or the way the hair on his nape stood.
that had been the only movement from you since he hoisted you up, and he was already walking out of the building, which took a considerable amount of time from the student council office. judging from how quiet you had been all throughout, he expected silence to blanket him all the way to your dorm as he assumed that you had fallen asleep again.
that was when his words had bounced back to slap him across the face.
the weight on his shoulder lifted, and he felt your gaze from behind him. âhan taesan,â you called, breaking the quietness of the street.
âhmm?â he responded gently, and lifted you up to adjust your position.
you had allowed another beat to pass before you opened your mouth, and that was when the dam shattered.
taesan immediately slows down his steps in surprise, and he merely blinks at what heâs hearing. every single word you utter out only makes him more baffled, because what youâre saying should never be said aloud, especially in public. even now, youâre still throwing out the most creative expletives he couldâve gone his entire life without knowing, not to mention the concern youâre starting to instill in him over his own life.
but despite all of this, he canât take you seriously when your cold has made your voice so nasal that all he can think about is how adorable you sound, on top of the fact that youâve dropped your head to his shoulder again in the midst of your life-threatening remarks. your cheek is squished against his jacket, making your words come out in a mumble, and he canât help but be absolutely endeared. even when youâre cursing at him like your rentâs due.
so, yes, heâs aware that maybe what youâre saying isnât something which warrants a reaction like his, but how can he help himself when youâre even cuter in this state?
hence, even though youâve cursed him out a total of 81 times within the past five minutes, heâs not offended. if anything, heâs amused, though he is seriously considering the depth of your feelings towards him.
âdid you eat the wrong medicine?â you mumble slowly, eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern. âpossessed by another entity?â you sniffle. âor shoved a pipe down your throat?âwait,â you pause, sniffling again. âthatâs what i want to do... to you⌠but iâd be concerned if you did it to yourselfâŚ.â you trail off, as if thinking about the possibility. âi digress. are you insane?â
taesan canât hide the amusement that escapes in a form of a poorly-hidden chuckle.
âare you laughing?â your tone is accusing. âthereâs seriously something wrong with you,â you say, and he spends another few minutes getting told off for everything heâs done wrong to you in your book. he remains silent the entire time, as he has been since you began talking, until he hears something that makes him feel indicted for the first time.
â...and that one time,â you sniffle, âyou gave me a cup of coffee back in our first semester⌠you were trying to murder me, werenât you?â you huff, but ironically, youâre tightening your arms around his shoulders.
âi genuinely didnât know you were allergic!â he lets out almost petulantly, feeling incriminated. âif i had known, i wouldâve never done thatâŚ.â he trails off, then adds quietly, âthereâs no way i would.â
you raise your head, looking at the empty roads beside the sidewalk as you ponder for a bit before your cheek falls back on his shoulder. âiâll admit that was a bit of a reach. i wonât apologise though,â you say, and he can only let out an incredulous snicker.Â
âand i suppose,â you add, âif you had such sinister intentions behind your pretty face, i wouldâve been dead by now.â
taesan widens his eyes, slows his steps. the tips of his ears are hot, but he plays it off when he asks teasingly, âyou think iâm pretty?â
âof course. iâm not blind,â is your immediate response. you say it so candidly that it catches him off guard, and his plan to fluster you instantly backfires on him. heâs just glad you canât see his face, because heâs sure he resembles the red light ahead the empty roads.
âoh my god, han taesan.â you suddenly raise your head, looking down at him in disbelief. he panics at your reaction, ready to spew out excuses about why heâs full-on blushing, when he hears what you say next.
âdid you offer to carry me home to distract me? to make me think about this moment over and over again and lose sleep over this and mess up my speech during the election so you can end up becoming the president? is this your grand plan?â
taesan has noticed that you become, for lack of better words, a yapper when youâre sick, but he didnât think that your imagination would go overboard in this state too. nonetheless, he easily pushes the observation away when he deciphers the meaning behind your words and he doesnât miss the chance to spin the tables around.
âiâm flattered, y/n,â he says, biting back his grin with a blush thatâs still visible, but a lot more subdued. âi didnât know i had this much of an effect on you.â
it seems youâve finally registered what you just said, as he feels you freeze up behind him, and all he can do is try to suppress the smile that threatens to stretch across his face. heâs slowed down his steps considerably because he knows heâll arrive at your dorm soon, but youâre already jumping off his back before he can realise.
âhave a terrible night,â you say with a painfully straight face and walk off briskly, but halt in your tracks almost immediately.
âyou left your bag,â taesan says, hiding his amusement behind his hand as he holds up the backpack heâs been carrying together with you.
you turn and stalk to him, grabbing it wordlessly before taking long strides away from him to disappear from his view.
when you wake up in the morning, it feels just as humiliating as the time you called han taesan when you were drunk (you had ended up cursing at him for fifteen minutes straight, and he somehow hadnât cut you off once), which had become one of your top miserable moments in life.
no, this is even more humiliating, because at the very least you could use the excuse of intoxication before, but you had been fully sober this time.
it takes a little more effort to get up today, but before long, youâre heading out of your dorm quietly to not wake your roommate. despite being ten minutes later than usual, the student council office is still empty by the time you arrive. you can only be grateful, because the dread that had clawed at your skin as you stood before the door was intenseâyou really didnât want to face him.
you find yourself hating the joy you dumbly felt a few moments ago, because the moment you take a seat, the door opens and of course itâs the person you wanted to avoid the most today.
you donât greet taesan or even spare him a glance as you pull out your laptop and place it on the desk, but you see him inching closer from your peripheral vision. with your eyes lasered on your laptop screen, you pretend to not notice until heâs directly next to you and you have no choice but to address him.
wordlessly, he places a bag next to your laptop and walks to his usual seat on the opposite side of the conference table. your gaze follows him momentarily before you turn back to the bag. you take a peek and immediately raise an eyebrow when you see three different cold medicines, your favorite candies, and a cup of hot green teaâthe same one you bought last night.
you look up at taesan, who seems to be darting his gaze everywhere but at you, but the door is already opening again as more members enter the office for the meeting. you keep your eyes on him for a little longer, whoâs still adamant on not looking over, until you finally break your gaze when the meeting starts.
after youâre dismissed, you immediately call out for taesan, who looks up like a meerkat at your voice. you ask him to stay in the room for a little longer and pointedly ignore the meaningful looks from your fellow council members, who quickly file out of the room sensibly.
the moment the door shuts behind them, you raise the bag he gave you, shaking it slightly. âare you trying to bribe me?â you interrogate, straight to the point.
taesan only blinks, as if he's trying to process what you just asked, before his lips part and one corner of his lips quirks up in what can only be a scoff of disbelief. âare you serious?â he shakes his head, but not unkindly.Â
âi meanââ you falter, finally realising how you came off. âthank you,â you say, and the way he instantly brightens up reminds you of a cat at the sight of treats. âbut,â you add, and he shrivels. âwhy?â
he swipes his bottom lip with his tongue and flattens the hair on his nape as he says, âyouâre sick.â
âiâm⌠aware,â you reply, forcing down the recent memories that floated to the top of your head. âi justââ you pause, looking down at the bag in your hands to gather your thoughts before you face him again. âpeople donât usually do this for those they hate.â
taesan blinks. once, twice, thrice. the immediate rigidness from him is so noticeable that the air almost turns icy around you. youâve never had a comfortable one, but the silence that falls over you is suddenly too loaded, too overbearing.Â
but then his eyes lock onto yours, as if heâs finally seeing you, and the edges of his demeanour instantly melt away. heâs looking at you so softly, reminiscent of his expression in your memories, that it strangely makes you fidgety.
ây/n,â he calls, which suddenly feels too loud in the room with no one else but the two of you. he rounds the table and walks towards where you stand on the opposite side, stopping a few feet away.Â
you look up at him, and itâs the first time youâre noticing how tall he actually is. like this, him staring down at you with eyes that hold too much, you feel a little⌠nervous.
though his expression is still construed as bewildered, you can feel his gentleness radiating from every cell, as if heâs holding a flower in his hands heâs afraid to crush. âi donât hate you,â he says, voice barely above a whisper. âi donât think i ever could.â
oh. you think, and you can feel the puzzle pieces start to align in your head. âbut⌠youâre always trying to rile me up.â you find yourself furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, the pieces repelling each other again.Â
he caresses his nape, looking down sheepishly. âi thought⌠we were having friendly banter,â he says, then looks over at you through his eyelashes. âiâm sorry for upsetting you,â he says, and the sincerity in his tone is so evident that it takes you aback.
âoh.â you think aloud this time, surprised by the unfamiliarity of the man before you. âitâs⌠okay,â you reply. then, you suddenly realise how dramatic youâve been, and you feel your cheeks heat up uncontrollably. âiâm⌠sorry too, for all the times iâve been rude to you.â you lower your head and shut your eyes, too embarrassed to look at him.
taesan laughs, a hearty sound that surrounds you like a warm blanket. you open your eyes, realising itâs the first time youâve heard him like this, and look up to capture the moment. heâs laughing toothily, eyes crinkled into half-moons as he hovers one hand over his mouth. as you take in the sight of him in awe, you suddenly realise that this may be what has been beneath your emo rivalâs irritating remarks all this time.
when you look back at all the times taesan has interacted with you, you donât know why you thought he hated you. besides his tendency to, in his words, banter with you in class and the student council, heâs always tolerated your ridiculousnessâfrom that call where he had simply asked if you needed a ride home after listening to your insults, to carrying you on his back all throughout the relatively long walk to your dorm just because you said it in passing.
you furrow your eyebrows. the puzzle pieces are moving closer again.
âtaesan,â you call out before you can stop yourself. as of this moment, your mouth has disconnected from your brain as you try to fit the puzzle correctly, so you find yourself spitting out the question without a warning. âdo you like me?â
the way he stiffens instantly would be comedic if not for the fact that you had asked a question that could break the truce you just formed. the realisation finally dawns on you, and panic starts to set in as you see his reaction. âyou donât have to answer that, i didnât mean toââ
ây/n,â taesan cuts you off effectively. for a moment, only silence can be heard between you, and you hope he doesnât catch your erratic heartbeat from your nervousness.
then, he offers a small smile. âgive me a chance to answer this properly next time,â he says extra softly, as if heâs afraid of scaring you away. âfor now, just know that, even if you drunk-dial me to yell at me again or curse at me all throughout another piggyback ride,â he softens, âi will never be able to dislike you.â
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self aware caleb
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | smutty stuff | part 4 | part 5
"how would you react if i came to your world?"
the question caught you off guard. "where is this coming from?" you ask. "nothing, just wondering," he replies, although you didn't exactly believe him. sure, you hoped he would, but it wasn't realistic.
"now that you ask, i don't think i would be ready," you reply honestly. you don't notice the way his expression drops. "i would be surprised in a good way, of course. but i don't think it's realistic."
"hm," and with that, he remains quiet the entire time. you ask him questions and he replies normally, but he never initiated the conversation for a while.
the next day, he suddenly calls out to you while you were eating. "y/n, i'll be busy for a while. i have some things to take care of," he says, leaving without giving you a chance to reply. strange.
the next few weeks after that were incredibly gloomy. everything happened so fast, you didn't have time to process it. and everything ended even quicker that you didn't get to enjoy the time you had with him. your game wasn't working anymore. caleb wouldn't reply to your texts on the weird number he texted you from. and college kept getting more stressful.
it wasn't until you got some time to yourself after a hectic week. you waltzed into your living room and before you could reach the sofa, you fell onto your knees. after days of holding it in, you realized how much toll it took on your body.
you cupped your face as you tried to stop the burning tears which threatened to come out. soon, those tears turned into painful sobs. you cried out, trying to breath in but your chest was hurting. you missed him so much and you didn't even realize it until now.
caleb had become such a common part of your life in the past six months to the point that his absence feels like you lost a part of yourself. "get it together," you scold yourself, voice quivering as you sobbed uncontrollably. 'what did i do wrong?' you ask yourself.
'everything seemed fine, so what happened now?' the question looming over your mind the entire night till you were too tired and passed out from exhaustion on the floor.
when you woke up after your breakdown, it was around 1 am in the morning. and you slowly started resenting caleb for it. he got you hooked and suddenly left you with no explanations whatsoever.
a notification pops up on your screen, and you were so not in the mood for it. but you decided to reply to it anyway.
ne-andy-thal đ
babe
you wont believe what just happened
pls wake up i miss u alresdy
plsplsplsplspls
actually ill text u tomorrow morning
i heard the engineering department busted their asses off and roped in other deps too, are u doing alright?
anyways, love u sleep well sorry for disturbing u <3
bitch you just saw my message
answer me tf???
you
hey
i'm not in the mood rn andy
ne-andy-thal đ
rude??
you
sorry, i'm just going through some stuff
ne-andy-thal đ
is everything ok bby? what happened??
you
no, things just took a turn and everything is spiralling outta my control
ne-andy-thal đ
i have some news that might distract u if u wanna listen
its pretty big news
and u wont believe me at first but i have proof too
you
go on
ne-andy-thal đ
can i come over for this?
ill bring over some ice cream for u to wallow
i have cookies and cream
you
please?
andy bae, did i ever tell you how much i love and cherish you?
ne-andy-thal đ
never before đ
but ill accept it now
cuz im such a great friend
you
đđđ
ne-andy-thal đ
ewwww đ¤˘đ¤Ž
you
asshole
come over quick
"you will not fucking believe what just happened," andy comes in with a bang on your front door. you wince at the noise. "honey, calm down, it's 2 am in the fucking morning," you warn before pulling him to your side and hugging him. his warmth giving you the much needed comfort.
"aw my baby, are you alright?" he asks while rubbing your back. you sniffle and answer, "no, everything sucks."
"distract me?" you ask. "alright, yes. so basically, you know the game we play, right?" his words make you frown, remembering caleb. you nod, trying to not let it affect you.
"so, sylus is....sentient," he says with enthusiasm in his tone, completely contradicting your indifferent state. "why are you not excited?" he asks with a glare. "i- well, you know how i just had a breakdown?" you begin, watching him nod.
"that was because there was this whole fiasco where caleb became self aware six months ago, and now he left without saying a word or two," you continue, watching as andy goes through a spectrum of emotions.
"wha- wait, what?!" he gasps loudly, making you wince. "too loud, babe," you say. "right, sorry. but you didn't even care to tell me? your best friend?" his glare intensifies. "sorry.....i just thought you would freak out," you admit with an apologetic smile.
"okay, my feelings aside, let's focus on you first. were you guys dating?" he asks. "no, i don't know what it was, i just knew i had a thing for him a-and now it's all gone," your voice breaks in between. andy pulls you into an embrace before running his hand through your hair, trying to comfort you. it worked like magic.
"i'm so sorry, honey. maybe we could ask sy? only if you want to know. it's totally fine if you want to detach from the whole thing," he suggests, hugging you tighter when he feels a wet spot on his shoulder. "i really want to know."
"alright, then. but let's get you freshened up first, you stink right now," he covers his nose mockingly. you slap his shoulder and laugh. "strange way to thank your amazing friend, but it's okay for today," he huffs.
you take a quick shower and notice that andy put your clothes out. you smile at the action and make a mental note to give him the biggest hug known to mankind before he leaves tomorrow. you wear your clothes and leave your room, only to find a familiar deep voice talking to your best friend.
"she's doing alright, now. all i gotta do now is stop her from finishing both the tubs leaving nothing for me before she gets a sugar rush and destroys me in mario kart," he complains to his phone. a deep chuckle erupts from the phone. "can't believe you're complaining about me to my second favourite character, what a great friend," you roll your eyes at him before settling down next to him, cuddling up to his warmth.
"hi, hope you're feeling better. i just heard what happened," sylus says to you, a smile ghosts over his lips. you shy away from his vision, feeling strange and embarrassed. "she is, she has me, after all," andy pops in between, putting you in a headlock with his slightly muscular arms, choking you in that process.
"a-and-dy, can't b-breathe," you choke out. he quickly removes his hands and hits your back for some reason. "sorry, sorry, sorry. are you okay?" he apologizes frantically. you recover from the lack of oxygen and notice sylus's amused smile, directed towards your friend. you grin internally at the clear display of silent admiration.
andy walks to the refrigerator to get your ice cream and you take it as the perfect opportunity to call out sylus. "keep it in your pants, sylus," you say with a giggle, watching as he turns away while his ears turn red.
"here's your ice cream," andy sings out and places the tub in front of you, ready to be emptied within a few moments. "today i'm gonna introduce you to the worst thing that will ever happen to you, sy," andy says it in an eerily enthusiastic voice. "and that is?" sylus raises a brow.
"the notebook." you snort when you hear andy's words. you really wanted to see sylus cry, for some sick reason. "interesting," he says as his eyes follow andy's movements. the three (two) of you settle down comfortably, wrapped up in a warm blanket and a full tub of happiness along with the most saddest film known to mankind.
you look at your best friend one last time, a fuzzy feeling erupting inside your chest, feeling so fucking grateful you had someone to lean on.
somewhere in the dark in your room, a figure shuffles from its place. a heavy gaze directed towards you and your friend in the living room.
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All hands on deck -Part 3
Parings: Poly!Taskforce141 X Wife!Reader
Warnings: None?
Word count: 7844
Not beta read or edited, all mistakes are mine.
Previous: Part 2
2 months. 8 weeks. 56 days.1,344 hours. 80,640 minutes.
Thatâs how long John, Kyle, Simon and Johnny had been gone.
You rest your head on your hand, sitting on the dark brown chair in the corner of the playroom. Your mug of peppermint tea sitting on a coaster next to you, Right next to the book Kyle was reading before he left. Hope sits on the floor, smashing wooden blocks together, her little cheeks flushed pink. Her short brown hair pulled up in two tiny pigtails. Theo lays on the oversized bean bag, rubbing his eyes furiously.Â
âMama,â he whines, and you look over, blinking rapidly as you focus on the 4 year old.
âYes baby?âÂ
âI want Papa!â he cries, head tipping back as a harsh sob leaves his lips.Â
âI know baby, i know,â you frown, standing from your chair, walking over to the overtired toddler and picking him up.He presses his face into the side of your neck.
âI want Papa,â he whines again, his voice tired. For the past 2 weeks Theo had refused to go to bed, throwing monumental fits, throwing himself to the ground and crying for hours. Nothing you did soothed him, it always ended the same way, you sitting outside his bedroom door, your own tears trailing down your cheeks as you listened to him cry himself to sleep. The days with him weren't much easier, his overtiredness causing every small thing to be a battle. He had started going after Hope, hitting her, biting her, and then in turn hitting you when you tried to break them up.
The only saving grace for your sanity was that the older children had school during the day. With 3 of your 5 children gone from the house 8 hours a day you were at least able to have some semblance of order. But the house was nowhere near where you wanted it to be. The dishes piled up in the sink. Laundry wasn't done, and the entire house needed to be deep cleaned. But there wasn't enough time in the day.
You felt like you were drowning, an engine running without gas. Between waking up at every small sound in the house, Theoâs refusal to sleep, and getting up at 5am each morning to get breakfast and lunches done for the older kids. Not to mention the never ending errands you had to run, going to the grocery store, bringing Kira to gymnastics, Joseph to football, Isla to ballet.Â
You were exhausted.
Theo sniffles into your neck, and you rub his back gently, trying to soothe him.Â
âI want Papa,â he says softly, his tears soaking the collar of your pink blouse.Â
âI know, I wish I knew when he was going to be home,â you breathe. Your lips brush over his cheek, your hand making small circles on his back. Hope toddles over to you, her hands gripping your pant legs. Her big blue eyes turned up towards you.
âUp! Up!â she demands, her hands pulling on your yoga pants. You crouch and pick her up, settling her on your other hip. Theo notices and reaches over smacking her in the face. It takes Hope a moment to register what happened and she starts screaming.Â
âTheo!â you scold, putting the 4 year old on his feet. He stares up at you with his brown eyes. Tiny brows furrowed in anger.
âNo! No Hope! I don't like her!â he screams, raising his tiny fists to beat against your leg. You cradle Hope to your chest as Theo beats on your thigh. Big tears stream down her cheeks, a tiny hand print on her face,Â
âTheo we don't hit, it's not nice.â You sigh, looking down at him. His face is red and angry as he continues to hit you. âDamnit Theo ENOUGH!â You yell, and he stops immediately, his lower lip trembling. You watch as his face scrunches up and he starts to scream.Â
âI no like you Mama!â he screeches before he takes off from the playroom, his angry footsteps disappearing down the hall. You close your eyes, your head pounding, Hope still crying softly in your arms. Theoâs angry screams down the hall, you take a deep breath. Trying to compose yourself, as you walk down the hallway.Â
âDo you want some strawberries? Will that make you feel better?â You ask Hope, and she stops crying almost immediately. You shake your head, she was definitely one of your husbands kids, food seemed to be the cure all for her. You walk down the hall and set her in her highchair. You see Theoâs feet peeking out from under the island counter, but don't say anything. You know if you said something to him he would just lash out at you. He was like a tightly wound spring, one wrong move and he exploded.Â
You grab the container of berries from the fridge and start cutting them into small pieces, plating them on one of Hopeâs tiny pink plates. You deposit them on her tray and she digs in, hands fisting as much fruit as she can. She shoves fistfull after fistfull into her mouth. Strawberry juice dribbled down her chin, staining her yellow dress pink. Â
A little hand grabs the bottom of your pants as you put the knife into the kitchen sink. You glance down, Theos small hand grips the black fabric tight. You kneel down, knees cracking as you come face to face with your overtired four year old.
âSowwy MamaâŚâ he says softly, looking down at the cream tile.
âI accept your apology, but we donât use our hands to hit people. Itâs not nice, Hope didnât do anything to you. I know you miss Papa, Dad, Da and Daddy. I wish I could make them appear so they could hug you sooo tight they squish all the sad outta you, but I canât. And I miss them too, Theo. Itâs okay to be upset, but itâs not okay to use your hands to hurt people, okay?â You rub your fingers over the backs of his hands, and he nods. Brown curls falling into his face, you brush them back smiling softly at him.
âCâmon, how about you have a snack before we go pick up the twins and Isla from the bus stop, does that sound nice?â You reach for him, pulling him to his feet. He nods, âwe have any blueberries?âÂ
âWe sure do,â you smile, and Theo races to a chair, scrambling up it. He rests his elbows on the table, and watches as you grab them from the fridge and put them back in a bowl for him.
You take a seat opposite of him, watching as he eats the small blue fruit. Your head resting on your hand, your head still pounds. Each beat of your heart is like a hammer in your head. You rub your temples, wincing as Hope starts to bang her plate on the high chair tray.
âMore! More! More!â she laughs, the plate clattering to the floor.Â
âOkay, okay, you can have a few more,â you push back your chair, grabbing her plate from the floor, you squick some blueberries for her, and give her back the plate. Theo and Hope eat their fruit happily, your eyes flickering to the clock on the wall. It was almost time to go to the bus stop to get the other kids.Â
âEat up my friends, we gotta go get your siblings in a moment,â you muse, walking down the hall. You collect Theo and Hope's shoes, after slipping on a pair of flats. Theoâs dinosaur sneakers are tattered and in need of replacing. You sigh as the velcro closure hangs on by mere threads. It was always something. You kneel in front of Hopeâs highchair and slide her baby pink crocs onto her feet. Her face smeared in pink and purple juices from her snack. You wipe her mouth with your sleeves, staining your shirt. You could hear Simon's voice in your head, grumbling about trying to get stains out of your shirts. A smile ticked up on your lips, he did most of the laundry when they were home. He claimed the monotonous task quieted his mind, much like when he cleaned his gun. He would always scold you for using your shirt or pants to wipe the various messes off the children. At one point he was convinced you did it just to punish him.Â
Not that it was your intention. You never did it maliciously to give him more to do, but with 5 kids it was faster to just use your shirt or pants to wipe small messes than find a rag. There was barely enough time to use your shirt before they smeared it over the furniture.Â
The clock on the wall chimes, 3pm, the soft melodic song pulling you from your thoughts. You quickly slip on Theoâs shoes, and pull Hope from her high chair.Â
âLets go my friend, time to get the others,â you hold your hand. Theo climbs off the chair, shoving his last berry in his mouth. His tiny hand slips into yours, as you walk down the hall. Pulling open the front door you glance around, hoping that maybe the black sub they took to base would be pulling down the driveway, but it was empty. Only the discarded bikes and sidewalk chalk there. The chalk drawings faded from the sun, and various shoes walked across it.
The bus stop was at the end of your street, about a 5 minute walk from your house. Theo holds your hand the whole way, eagerly looking at the houses as you pass them. He points out all the different color flowers that are starting to bloom in your neighbors yards. A group of parents stand at the end of the street, all of them talking among themselves.Â
âMama! Piper!â Theo exclaims tugging on your hand as he spots his friend. Piper was your next door neighbor Mariaâs daughter. She was the youngest of 3, only a few months older than Theo.Â
âAlright go on, but stay on the grass,â You call after him as he pulls away from you, little legs carrying him towards the red headed toddler. Piper notices his running, and jumps up and down tugging on her mothers dress. Maira says something to her and she runs up to Theo, pulling him over to the grass on the edge of the street. Threry sink into the grass, plucking flowers from the ground and making them into a pile.
âHeyâ Maria greets you as you walk up to the group. A few other parents giving you a small wave.
âHi,â You smile, shifting Hope higher on your hip.
âHello Little Missy,â Maria greets Hope, her hands coming to snatch her from you. She settles Hope on her hip, Hopes hands playing with the beaded necklace she wears. âHowâve you been? Have they come home yet?â
âNot yet,â you shake your head and Maria reaches out, her hand squeezing your arm lightly.
âIâm sorry, love, hopefully theyâll be home soon,â she gives you a reassuring smile.
âI hope so,â you run your hand through your hair. âThe past few weeks have been a lot.âÂ
âYou look tired, if you need anything let me know,â Maria pats your arm. âIâll watch this little cutie for you any day, and Piper had been begging for Theo to come over and play. Maybe we can set up a playdate for them later this week? I can take them for a few hours and you can get some rest.âÂ
Your eyes water, Maria was always so kind to you. She knew what it was like to have a husband who was gone alot. Her own husband worked a lot overseas in the states, she would often just stop over with a meal for your family when she knew the guys were gone.Â
âOh hun, donât cry.â She whispers, pulling you towards her. Her arms wrapping around your shoulders, Hope smushed between you two as she embraced you.
âSorry, I donât know whatâs wrong with me,â you wipe at the tears that collect on your lower lash line.
âDonât apologize, youâve got a lot on your plate, Iâ get overwhelmed with 3, I canât imagine 5. Kids are a lot of work, and itâs not like theyâre sitting in an office somewhere like my Michael. Theyâre out god knows where putting their lives on the line. I at least get the comfort of knowing Michael is in a hotel room each night safe. I couldnât imagine not knowing where my husband was, if he was alright. And you have not 1 but 4 people to worry about.â Her hand rests on your shoulder, the warmth from her palm seeping through the fabric of your shirt.
âI know, I just feel so stupid being upset by it. Itâs been almost 8 years of dealing with it. I mean god, Iâve been with them since I was 18,â you sniffle, taking a deep breath.
â8 years is a long time, theyâve been your safe place for most of your adult life. Itâs hard to not know when youâll get that security back. No one is judging you for having a hard time.â She adjusts Hope in her arms, switching her to the other hip. She studies you for a moment, before she leans in. âIf thereâs something you need to talk to me about, Iâm a pretty good secret keeper.â Her eyes drift to your stomach before she looks back at your face. A suggestive smile on her lips.
âOh, no! No!â You wave your hands in the air. âThatâs not it at all, I havenât even gotten my period back since Hope stopped breastfeeding. Soon hopefully,â you laugh, as the bus pulls up to the end of the street.Â
âOkay..â Maria hums, handing your youngest back to you. Theo runs over to you grabbing your leg as he watches the bus doors open. A few neighborhood kids get off before you 3 do. Joseph spots you first, his black backpack over one shoulder, he runs over. Kira and Isla follow.Â
âAre they home yet Mama?â Joseph asks, hope flaring in his blue eyes. Blue eyes that looked exactly like Johnnyâs.Â
âNot yet Babe, soon though,â you pat his head, running your fingers through his short brown hair.Â
âItâs okay Mama,â he sighs, a frown on his lips as he shrugs his backpack up higher. Isla skips over, her bright pink sneakers lighting up.
âCâmon Theo I'll race you home!â Isla teases her younger brother, and they both take off. Isla clearly lets Theo stay ahead of her, she steps far shorter than normal.
âStay on the side of the road please! And where I can see you!â You call after them. Kira and Joseph walk next to you. Both of them are unusually quiet on the walk home. Isla coaches Theo on stopping at each mailbox on the way back to the house. Always looking over her shoulder to make sure you weren't far behind.
âEverything okay?â You ask, bumping your hip into Kiraâs shoulder.
Her blonde hair has started to come loose from her braid, stray tendrils of hair falling into her face. She shrugs slightly, kicking at a rock with her shoe.
âSomeone said that weâre weird because we have 4 Dads and that there's no way we could have 4 dads that three of them aren't really our dads.â Joseph chimes in, swinging Hope's hand back and forth, as he walks next to you.
âThat's not true, your fathers are most definitely your dads. They all love you,â you frown.
âBut itâs true isn't it? I'm Daddyâs and Joseph is Daâs, Theo is Dadâs, and Hope and Isla are Papas⌠That's why my hair is blonde like Daddyâs and Theoâs skin is brown like Dads. Joseph, Isla and Hope all have blue eyes and brown hair because Da and Papa have brown hair and blue eyes,â Kira crosses her arms over her chest, one hand playing a strand of her blonde hair.
âYes, youâre right about that. You may look like Daddy, but who reads you a story every night when he's home?â You touch her shoulder gently as you reach your driveway.
âDad does,â She looks up at you with furrowed brows.Â
âAnd who makes you whatever you want for breakfast on sunday morning?â
âPapaâŚâ she trails off.
âAnd who gives you the best hugs when youâre sad? Besides me of course.â You smile,
âDa..â
âAnd who plays whatever game you want, whenever you want?â
A smile forms on her lips, âdaddy.âÂ
âAnd all of those things are what Fathers do for their kids right?â You ask, setting Hope down in the front yard and she takes off towards Theo and Isla.
âMhmm..â she stands in front of you, as you crouch down. Your hands holding hers, giving them a soft squeeze.
âSo just because you might be Daddyâs kid biologically, doesn't mean your fathers don't love any less, or love any of the other kids more. All of them love so much, and they would do anything for any of you guys. They are no less your dad just because you don't have the same blood type or the same hair color. Because family isn't about who youâre related to, it's about who loves you. If you were to ask any of them how many kids they had, they would say they have 5 beautiful, smart, kind and caring kids. Kids they love more than anything in the entire world, and nothing will ever change that. A lot of people have more than one Mom or dad. You remember Sophie right, she used to live down the street before she moved.â You gently tuck some of the loose hair behind her ear.
âYeah, Sophie had two Moms because her Dad married someone else after her mom died,â She nods a small smile on her lips.
âSo see, people can have more than one or dad, because all that matters is that they love you. So next time someone is mean to you, you just remember that your fathers love you so much, Kira. And nothing will ever change that.â You pull her to you and hug her, her arms wrapping around your neck. Her blonde hair tickles your cheek as she hugs you tight. Over her shoulder you watch as Hope chews on Islas backpack strap, Theo and Isla rolling around in the grass, Isla doing forward rolls and Theo trying to copy his older sister. Joseph watches you and Kira from the front steps. A smile forming on his lips, as you smile at him.
Your poor sensitive boy had been worried about Kira, he didn't like it when she was upset. Even as a baby whenever Kira would cry his little body would stiffen up, all his muscles tense until someone comforted her. For the longest time you had them sleeping in the same cot. When you tried to separate them they screamed and cried. You had been worried about safe sleep, insisting that they sleep separately. It was Kyle who suggested putting them in the same cot. After 5 days of little to no sleep you finally caved, and as soon as you laid Kira next to Joseph they both drifted off instantly. Little bodies pressed against each other.Â
It made sense, when you thought about it. They had only ever known life with another person stuck to their side. They couldn't understand why it had changed when they were born.
Now looking at your almost 8 year olds your heart aches. You loved them fiercely and the thought of people giving them a hard time about their dads made you crazy. Why couldnât people just leave it alone, itâs not like you were hurting anyone. Your lifestyle didnât cause anyone harm, no one was dead because you had four husbands.
There wasn't some catastrophic event that would happen because you found happiness in the arms of four men.Â
âOkay, Mama,â Kira pulls back slightly so there's some distance between you two. âCan we get pizza for dinner?âÂ
You can't help the laugh that bubbles out of you, and you give her a small nod. âSure Baby, let's all go inside. Iâll help you with your homework and then weâll order pizza.âÂ
Your back rests against Theos bedroom door, your ass went numb an hour ago. He had stopped crying, the camera app pulled up on your phone showing him laying across his bed, little legs hanging off his bed. His mouth opens as he snores softly. Â
After dinner it was a shit show. Hope threw up all her pizza, Theo decided to draw on the walls, Kira and Joseph got in a huge screaming match over whose turn it was to pick a movie. And Isla had accidentally run into the glass cabinet in the dining room and broke it, earning herself a small cut on her hand.Â
Your night ended with Theo throwing the world's longest tantrum because his Papa still wasn't home to tuck him in.Â
You weren't sure how much more of this you could take. Your entire body hurt, your head pounded with each beat of your heart. Every muscle felt like you went 10 rounds with Simon. Your head knocks softly against the door, as you look up at the white ceiling of the hallway.Â
It was almost 2 in the morning and despite how bone crushingly tired you were, you couldn't find it in you to get up. To crawl into your massive bed and lay there, missing your men. Sleeping alone for most people was a luxury, especially for someone who had as big of a bed as yours. But to you, the empty bed with more pillows and blankets than one person could need was a constant reminder that they weren't home.Â
You had tried calling their cell phones earlier, knowing that it would just go straight to voicemail. You had just needed to hear their voices, hoping it would give you the strength to get through the night.Â
Tears prick the back of your eyes, your throat constricting with emotion. You missed them so much it was starting to physically hurt. You could feel the hole in your chest growing with each passing day. You couldnât hold back the tears anymore, and they started to fall rapidly. Your breathing turns harsh and rapid as you fold over on yourself. Hands gripping your knees as you sob. Your spine digs into the hard wood of the door behind you, but you barely notice. The physical discomfort is no match for the bone deep ache in your heart. Each breath is like a million tiny needles embedding into your lungs as you struggle to pull in oxygen.Â
Your soft sobs echo through the hallway, and youâre honestly surprised you havenât woken one of your children. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you bite back a scream that threatens to rip from you. Your vision becomes spotty as you hyperventilate, and eventually it becomes too much and you drift off into a dreamless sleep.
Warm hands, soft voices, the smell of jasmine and vanilla. Another set of hands, these ones larger. A different scent, one of gunpowder and leather.Â
âCâmon Darling, open your beautiful eyes,â a gruff voice coaxed.
John.
âSheâs not runninâ a feverâŚâ another voice, this one laced with an accent.
Johnny.
âBaby? Can you hear us?â A warm palm brushes over your forehead.
Kyle.
âGive her a minute, the poor thing looks exhausted.â
Simon.
Your eyes flutter open and you blink at the harsh overhead light from the ceiling fan over your bed. People swim at the edges of your vision and you rub your eyes, trying to focus. When you pull your hands away from your eyes, you have a sudden feeling of Deja vu. Four sets of eyes peer down at you. Two sets of blue, two sets of brown.Â
âThere you are,â John's lips tip up in a small smile.
âIâm not dead right?â You whisper, voice hoarse.Â
âNo, Baby, youâre alive,â Kyle laughs slightly, his warm hand coming to brush along your cheek. You lean into his hand, the warmth from his fingers seeping into the skin of your cheek. You look at the others, theyâre still wearing their fatigues, you push yourself up onto your elbows.Â
âWhen did you get home?â You ask, your gaze landing on Simon. He stands against the wall opposite your bed. Eyebrows furrowed as he watched you like a hawk.
 â20 minutes ago,â Johnny answers, slipping onto the bed next to you, he pulls you towards him. He cradles you against his chest, his lips brushing your cheek.
âYou were asleep outside Theoâs door, you look exhausted Darling,â John puts his boonie hat on the dresser, and pulls his gun out of the waistband of his pants. He walks over, shoving Johnny over for a second to grabs his as well. John disappears into the walk-in closet and you can hear the beep of the electronic lock for their gun safe.Â
âOhâŚâ you murmur as Johnny tucks you under his chin, his hands rubbing up and down your sides.
âI take things have been rough?â Kyle sits on the other side of you. As if on cue, the baby monitor for Theoâs room screeches to life.Â
âMama!!! I want Papa!!â Theoâs little voice crackles over the monitor.
John pokes his head out of the closet, wearing a T-shirt and sweatpant. âThatâs my cue,â he mutters, walking over to the bed and dropping a kiss to your head. He slips from the room, and a moment later you hear Theoâs bedroom door open.
âPapa?â Theoâs voice is small and sleepy.
âHi buddy, you looking for me?â John says quietly.
Simon reaches forward and switches off the monitor. Before he disappears into the closet to change as well.
âMissed you Mo Chridhe..â Johnny kisses your shoulder and hair.
âNot as much as I missed all of you,â you smile, grabbing Kyleâs hand and squeezing softly.
âGo change MacTavish, youâre gonna ruin my sheets,â Simon grunts. âStop hogging the wife too,â he crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at you and Johnny.Â
Johnny sighs and climbs off the bed and Simon slips into his spot, pulling you basically on top of him. His lips press to the side of your head as he anchors his arms around your waist. You look at his face, the dark circles under his eyes and a new cut through his eyebrow. Every muscle in his body is tense. You feel like youâre cuddling a rock wall more than your husband.
Kyle heads into the bathroom leaving you and Simon alone for a few moments. You rest your head on his large chest, his heart beating frantically against his ribs.
âItâs okay Si⌠youâre home now.. you can relax,â you gently rub your fingers over his jaw. The muscles twitching under your fingers.
He lets out a long breath, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he presses his mouth to yours. He pours everything into the kiss, his worries, his anxiety, the love he feels for you. He leaves you breathless as he pulls back.
âGet some sleep, Lovie. You need it.â Simon lets you go slightly so you can settle into your spot in the middle of the bed. Kyle flicks the light switch off and climbs in behind Simon, his arm over Simonâs body and resting on your hip. A few seconds later Johnny slips into bed facing you, his hand grabbing yours.your eyes grow heavy as he settles the blankets over you. The soft click of the bedroom door, followed by a slight shift in the mattress as John climbs in, the last thing you remember before you drift off to sleep.
You wake the next morning, bed empty, and you sit up. Did you dream of them coming home?
You glance around the room, but when your eyes settle on Johnâs boonie hat and Simonâs skull balaclava sitting on the dresser, you know you didnât.
Slipping from the bed you change into a pair of leggings and a top, quickly brushing your teeth. You can hear laughter from the floor below as you walk down the hall. All the kids' bedroom doors are open, and the scent of pancakes floats up the stairs.
âDaddy! Daddy! Look, this one looks like a smiley face!â Joseph laughs.
âNice job bud, can you make another?â Simonâs deep voice replies.
You round the corner and pause in the doorway, Theo is snuggled up on Johnâs chest, as John sits in a chair. His large hands rubbed the four year olds back.
Hope sits in her high chair, Kyle perched on the edge of the table as he rips up a pancake for her. Her tiny hands are grabbing the pieces faster than he can place them.Â
Kira and Isla are sitting with Johnny at the table eating, their faces covered in sticky syrup, chocolate from the pancakes on their fingers.
âHi Mama!â Joseph is the first to notice you, your shadowy figure at the edge of the doorway. All eyes snap to you, your children smiling before going back to what they were doing. Your husbands regard you for a few extra moments. Gaz only momentarily before Hope smacks her hands on her tray, demanding the man in front of her rip her pancake faster.Â
John smiles at you over Theoâs head, his head tipping towards the full coffee pot. He knew you well, the first thing you needed in the morning was a caffeine fix. Johnny watches as you walk to the coffee pot, pouring yourself a cup and adding all your favorite mix ins.Â
âDid ya sleep well?â He asks, wiping syrup from the table with a wet cloth.
âI did, best Iâve slept in awhile actually,â you hold the warm mug between your hands. You peer over the kitchen island where Simon is standing with Joseph making pancakes. He pours the batter onto the hot griddle before Joseph carefully drops various toppings into it. Blueberries for some, and chocolate chips for others.
âWhat kind do you want mama?â The boy asks, a smile on his lips as he shoves a stray chocolate chip into his mouth.
âIâm okay baby, thank you,â you walk over kissing his cheek before stretching up on your toes to kiss Simonâs. Simonâs brown eyes flicker over to you, but he doesnât say anything just observing you.
You slide into a bar stool and watch as they continue to make stacks of pancakes. Once they are out of batter Simon plates two pancakes for Joseph, steering him in the direction of the table for him to eat. You raise your mug to your lips taking a small sip of your coffee. Your nose scrunching as the liquid slides over your tongue. Your stomach rolls slightly as you take another sip. You set the mug down on the counter, looking up to see Simon once again watching you. His hands held the empty bowl of pancake batter.Â
âSomething wrong with the coffee?â He inquires and you swear his eyes can see right through to your very soul.Â
âI think the cream might be bad,â you push the mug away from you. Suddenly Johnâs hand is wrapping around the mug and he takes a sip. Heâs quiet for a moment before he sets the cup down.
âKira, Joseph, Isla, get ready for school,â John looks over at the kids who are staring at all of you. They quickly scramble from the room. Their footsteps race up the stairs as they run to their rooms to change.
âWhen did you find out?â He asks, and you look up at him puzzled.
âWhat?âÂ
âYou donât have to hide it, baby. We werenât kidding when we said it before we left.â Kyle pulls Hope from her high chair and comes to stand around the counter with the other two.
âSaid what?â You look between Simon, Kyle and John, your eyes flickering between them all. Johnny comes over, dropping the kids plates into the large sink.
âAbout wanting another bairn,â he crosses his arms over his chest. A smirk on his face as he looks at you.
âIâm not pregnant.â You blurt out, running your hands over your face. When you pull your hands from your face theyâre all staring at you with doubtful looks on their faces. âIâm not!âÂ
âThe only time you donât like coffee is when youâre pregnant,â Simon states like itâs the most obvious thing in the world.
âWhen was your last period?â Kyle asks, shifting Hope up higher in his arms.
âI havenât gotten one since Hope stopped breastfeeding, thatâs normal though,â you cross your arms over your chest.
âDid you not learn anything the last time you thought that?â Johnny laughs, and you cheeks flame. Okay so maybe they had a point, the last time you didnât get a period after you stopped breastfeeding was when you got pregnant with Isla 3 months after the twins were born.Â
âSod off,â you grumble, getting off the stool and storming up the stairs.Â
âLovie! Donât be like that, we arenât mad!â Simon calls after you, but you donât miss the laughter in his voice.Â
âIâll prove you wrong! Just gimme a moment!â You slam the bathroom door closed, and drop to your knees in front of the bathroom vanity. You pull out baskets of random items. Gauze, kids hair brushes, extra tooth paste, a Barbie doll that went missing months ago. A half used box of tissues, and more. You finally spot what youâre looking for, a box of digital pregnancy tests you kept in the back of the vanity.
You donât bother shoving anything back under the vanity, as you quickly pee on the test strip and put the blue plastic cover on. You jog back down the stairs, the test in your hand as you place it on the counter in front of them. The little digital screen blinks, the bars creeping ever so slow as you give each of them a glare.Â
John puts Theo on the floor and the 4 year old runs off, his own tiny feet going up the stairs as he goes to find his siblings. Kyle sets Hope on the counter, and she smacks the countertop with her hands, laughing at the sound that echoes through the quiet kitchen.Â
âDarling, we want as many children as youâll give us,â John reaches over and flips the test over so no one can see the digital screen.Â
âWe already have 5, how many more could we possibly need?â You sit on the bar stool, as Simon hands Hope 2 wooden spoons for her to play with. She shoves one in her mouth and waves the other around, almost smacking Gaz in the face.Â
âIâd like 3 more,â Johnny answers, leaning his forearms against the counter.Â
â8 Children total?â You stare at him, unable to wipe the slightly horrified look off your face. âYou realize that there would be 13 people in our family at that point right?âÂ
âWhat's got you shaken up Mo Chridhe?â he frowns at you.
âI-I don't know if i can handle 8 kids aloneâŚ.â You whisper, your voice shaking.
You could barely keep the 5 you had already alive when they were gone. Add in 3 more and you were sure you weren't going to survive. But you loved your children, and had always wanted a huge family. It was something you dreamed of as a child, and you knew how much each of your husbands adored the children. Were you really ready to never have a newborn baby again? Never experience the first time a baby smiles or laughs. Your gaze flickers to Hope, as she sits on the counter top, drool trailing down her chin as she gnaws on the wooden spoon. Kyle watches her, a smile on his face as she smiles at him.Â
âWe talked a lot on this last deployment, and we agreed we would be stepping back a lot,â John comes to stand behind your chair, his hands rubbing up and down your back.
âBut youâre the best at what you do⌠Iâd feel terrible if something catastrophic happened because you were home instead of where you were needed.â You look between the 3 of them in front of you.
âLove, here is where weâre needed,â Simon frowns.
âWeâve been doing this for a long time, longer than most task forces. Itâs about time we think about passing the baton to another task force anyways. Weâve been talking with Laswell and sheâd sent us some files of teams she thinks would be a good fit. We would train them, and we would still be working on base. But we wouldn't be deploying as much, only when we were really needed.â Kyle adds.
âWeâve been asked to help train and teach new recruits, weâve got a lot of experience in the field, and it's helpful for them to learn from people who have been out there, seen what we have. Weâll still be doing what we love, but weâll get to come home to our family every night. You won't have to worry if weâll be coming back every time we walk out the door. Youâd get the help with the children, and weâd get to see them more. Spend time with them. Weâve missed a lot over the years and we don't want to miss anymore.â Simon runs hand through his blonde hair, and your eyes fill with tears.Â
âYouâre not just doing it for me right? You want to step back right?â You look over your shoulder at John.Â
âYouâre part of the reason, but weâve all taken a beating over the years. And it was getting time for us to retire anyways, weâre just doing it a few years earlier. But trust us Darling, we want to be home. Being out there doesn't give us the same thrill it did years ago. Being here, with you, that's what we look forward to.â John runs his fingers through your hair, and you nod.Â
âOkay,â you breathe, your eyes falling to the flipped over test.Â
âNo matter what it says, weâll be okay,â Kyle reaches across the table and rubs his fingers over your knuckles.Â
âWhat do you want it to say?â Simon asks, drawing your attention to him.Â
You chew your bottom lip, what did you want it to say?
You were happy with the 5 beautiful children you had. The twins, Isla, Theo and Hope, they were amazing children and you loved watching them everyday. But your family didn't feel complete. You didn't feel done, your heart still longed for more.You loved how close the kids you had now were, they were never alone, they always had someone to play with. And when the time came and none of you were around, they would still have each other.Â
âI want more,â you finally answer, and all 4 of the men in your life smile.Â
âEven if it's negative, weâll keep trying okay?â John kisses the top of your head. Taking one last deep breath you reach forward and pick up the test. You look at all of them as they wait for you to flip it over.Â
Your hands shake slightly as you flip over the little blue test, 5 sets of eyes peer down at the small screen.Â
âPregnant, 3+â stares back at you.Â
Johnny is the first to move as he nearly climbs over Kyle and John to get to you. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you from the chair, and spins you around. His face is buried in your neck as he holds you tight.Â
âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he mumbles as he presses his lips to yours.Â
âGet out of the way MacTavish,â John grumbles as he pulls you from Soap and into his arms, he presses a kiss to your lips as well. âI love you, thank you for giving us another.
âYou don't have to thank me,â You laugh as you kiss him back.
Kyle is next, his hands settling on your waist as he pulls you in, his lips finding yours. âWe do, because youâve already given us 5, and we would never ask for more if it wasn't what you wanted.âÂ
Simon is the last, he pulls you in, his large hands on your hips as he leans down, his forehead bumping yours as you share a breath there. âYou sure this is what you want?â He asks softly, you can hear the others move about the kitchen. Kyle takes Hope to put her shoes on. John and Soap call up the stairs for the older children to get their backpacks as they slip their lunchboxes into them.
âIâm sure,â you smile, âI want this.â
âAs long as youâre sure,â Simon presses a kiss to your mouth before he hugs you tight. You wrap your arms around him, leaning your head on his chest.Â
The sounds of footsteps running down the stairs pull you away, Isla, Kira, and Joseph file into the kitchen, their backpacks on, all dressed for school.
âWeâre ready, can we all go to the bus stop this morning?â Joseph asks, looking between you and Simon.
âSure bud, let me just put my shoes on,â you smile, you walk down the hall to grab your shoes and pull them on. The rest of your family waits, as you tie your sneakers. John holds Hope in his arms, Simon holds Theoâs hand, Johnny and Kyle head out the door first. The children followed. You fall in step in the middle of your group, it was warm today. Warmer than normal for this time of year, but you didn't mind it. Although the unusual warmth usually brought thunderstorms.Â
Those you werenât too fond of.Â
As you approach the bus stop you see the normal group of parents waiting with their children. Maria stands next to her two older boys standing with a group of friends, Piper sits on the grass, her little head lifting as you all approach. She waves enthusiastically to Theo, and Theo pulls away from Simon. Running as fast as his little legs will carry him to his friend. They sit in the grass, building a stack of rocks to see who can get it higher.Â
Maria looks at you, a giant smile on her face as she sees your husbandâs with you.Â
âI see they came back!â she exclaims, as you and the others stop a few steps from her.
âPleasure to see you again Maria,â John hugs her.
âGlad you made it back,â she smiles, hugging each of them, even Simon who stiffly hugs her back.
âWeâll be around a lot more,â Johnny smiles, his arm snaking around your waist as he pulls you into his side.Â
âOh?â Maria looks at them.
âWeâre stepping back, we have much more important things here,â John explains, and Maria nods.
âIâm glad youâll be around more,â she eyes you suspiciously. âAre you still going to tell me I'm wrong?â She gives you a pointed look.
âMa- y- how does everyone always know before me! It's my bloody body.â You grumble, and Soap laughs.Â
âWe know what to look for,â Kyle kisses the side of your head.
âI just knew because even though you looked knackered, you still looked like you were glowing,â Maria laughs.
âSimon figured it out because of my coffee,â you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.Â
âI'm happy for you, dear. If you need anything let me know. Although I wonder how youâll fit another in that house of yours. Youâre quickly outgrowing it,â Maria adds as the bus pulls up. The older children all race off to get onto it, and wave you as they all climb on.Â
âWe haven't figured that much out yet,â you shrug, âI'm sure weâll think of something.â
âIâm sure you will,â she hugs you. âCongratulations.â
âThank you,â you hug her back.
âCâmon Theo! Time to go,â Simon calls and the small boy hugs his friend before he races over.Â
You wave again to Maria and begin the walk back to the house, Hope having fallen asleep in John's arms. Her brown hair falling into her face as she sleeps peacefully. You look between the four men that walk with you.
âWhat are we going to do about the room⌠we don't have any more bedrooms.â You place your hand on your still flat stomach. How long did you have to prepare?
Where would you even put a baby?Â
Isla still had her own room, and sure you could move Theo into there, but he still wasn't a good sleeper and you didn't want to ruin her sleep by him waking up.Â
You could move the new baby into Hope's room with her but it might still cause problems with how frequently new babies wake up. She would be almost three and a half by the time the baby was going to be ready for their own room. And you certainly were going to need a bigger dining room table to be able to fit everyone.Â
âWe can always move, weâve talked about moving in the past. Wanting to get out into the countryside more. It would be a good time to buy right now anyways, interest rates are low. And I'm sure thereâs something out in the rural parts that would be plenty big enough for us, and we can always add on. We don't really have enough land with the current house to add on, weâd be building too close to the neighbors.â John explains, as you get to the end of your driveway.
You stare at your house, youâve been in it for 5 years, having moved in when you were pregnant with Isla, a month before she was due. The twins were still babies themselves. You loved the house, but it was too small for such a large family. With only 5 bedrooms, and 3 bathrooms it was becoming crowded. Your kitchen, although big enough for now, wasn't going to be able to accommodate everyone for much longer. And you always wanted a house with lots of land for the kids to play in. You had a decent sized yard now but it was nowhere near big enough for the swingset the kids kept asking for.Â
And it wasn't like it was a small house. It had almost 3000 sqft, but when you have 5 children and one (possibly 2) on the way. You needed something bigger. Something with room to grow.Â
âOkay, weâll start looking at listings.âÂ
âSo weâre gonna move?â Simon confirms.
âWeâre moving,â
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Prompt. Full-heartedly believe Choso is the goodest most pathetic boy for his partner ever. And not just when it comes to sex, just everything. He just loves you so much :( I can't prove it, but I can write about it. Smut included.
Choso, who just doesn't know what he would do if you weren't there. I mean, this boy gets lost so easily because of how much he wanders, he has to call you because he gets upset and has zero sense of direction.
"I don't know how to get home."
"Why did you leave?"
"I saw a kitty and I wanted to pet it."
Choso, who pouts, and he pouts a lot. He pouts when he doesn't understand something you're explaining, he pouts when he wants something, and he pouts when he doesn't get what he wants. Will act like you killed his whole family if you don't give him kisses right now.
Choso, who needs to be touching you at all times in some way, or he panics and thinks you don't love him anymore. The first time you gently push his hand away from your waist in public due to being overstimulated at the mall, he nearly has a breakdown going over every single thing he's said and done in the past week.
He told Yuji about it the next day, explaining that he will literally end his life if you leave him and telling him he had to help.
"Just make some sort of big gesture. You should be fine."
Choso decorated your bed with some flower petals the next day, found out he was allergic to pollen, and was sneezing throughout his apology. Apology you didn't know was for, but you forgave him regardless, nursing him back to health in your arms until he didn't have the sniffles from the pollen anymore.
Choso who was a virgin when you met him and remained one for a good part of your relationship, entirely confused when his dick would get hard when you held his hand? Love, why does it do that? It hurts. He couldn't look you in the eye for a bit after you had explained it, embarrassed and flustered.
Choso had to be shown everything bit by bit. He complained when you showed him porn because it's not you, so why would I watch it. Makes no sense.
Choso who, after that session, tried to masturbate, but it wasn't working. He was clumsy with his movements, too needy and eager, and didn't even know what he was supposed to be chasing. Until he thought about you smiling at a joke he made earlier, and before he knew it, he came all over your bedsheets.
Choso tried to hide what happened from you but couldn't lie when you asked why he was hauling your bedsheets into the washing machine on a weekday, meekly trying to put together the situation with words. After explaining, he asked if he needed to go see a doctor.
"That's normal, babe."
"Are you sure? Felt like I got possessed for a moment, maybe we have a ghost."
He couldn't understand why you laughed at that but was thankful for the reassurance that he wasn't dying.
Choso, who begged you to take his virginity a month later, whining about the wet dreams he had been having about you, confused about what it meant, but it had to mean something.
Choso spent an hour just feeling and looking at your body, unsure where to place his hands, where you liked being touched, where you didn't. He spent so much time asking questions, wanting to please and be good for you, that he only remembered how desperate he was when you finally took control, something blooming in his stomach as you gave him orders.
Choso, who discovered he cums fast and from almost nothing. He shuddered when you took his length in your hand, his back arching off the mattress as a soft whimper escaped his lips, shooting ropes of cum onto his stomach.
Choso, who discovered that going down on you was his favourite thing to do of all time. For a week straight, that's all he wanted to do; he wouldn't understand why you couldn't just stay under him all the time as he feasted. Has orgasms from it, too, completely untouched, just whining and moaning between your legs like a kicked puppy.
Choso, who pouts at you when you don't let him give you head.
Choso, who loves to be called a good boy, lives for it. In and out of the bedroom, it's like you saying "I love you" to him. Honestly has a bad day if you don't say it.
He is your good boy, and you will call him that.
Choso, who refuses to brat out because how can he be your good boy if he acts up. Days are filled with "yes ma'am," "no ma'am," and "right away." If anyone were to witness, they'd think you're running a tight ship military, but it's just your handsome man on his best behaviour as always.
Choso, who never argues. Not because of anything in particular; he's just not wired that way. He listens too well, is in tune with your emotions and his, and adapts fast. He just wants to make your life easier, and if you want the trash taken out at 8:31 instead of 8:30, then he'll be damned if he doesn't make that happen.
Choso, whose personal therapy is laying his head in your lap while you braid a strand or two. He loves the gentle tug on his scalp, loves your fingers in his hair, and loves to look up at you and see how focused you are.
Choso, who needs to feel helpful and wants you to depend on him the same way he depends on you, sometimes goes out of his way to make himself feel indispensable because he likes how it makes him feel. Once stole your schedule only to memorize it and recite it by heart when you mysteriously couldn't find it, the biggest smile on his face when you thanked him.
Choso, who could make out with you for hours on end just to feel your fingers playing with his baby hairs once. Nearly gets off on it.
Choso, who likes to shower with you only for the soap and shampoo part. He likes to be taken care of, your hands on his body as you lather him up properly, his eyes closed and his mind sleepy. Double points if you're taking a bath instead.
Choso, who lays in bed every night with you and tells you he loves you, why, for what traits, for what you give him and what you make of him.
Choso, who could write a whole essay about you, would never be done, could never run out of things to say.
Choso, who just loves you so much, needs you forever, no matter what.
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| i love you, im sorry
⢠pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader
⢠summary: inspired by gracie abramâs i love you im sorry
⢠warnings: angst ?? mean!paige kindaâŚ
I like to slam doors closed
Trust me, I know it's always about me
I love you, I'm sorry
âPaige, please,â you begged as tears fell from your eyes and you tried to get the blonde girl to look at you, but she refused. âDonât just push me away!â
âGo y/n! I donât need you anymore, ok?â she replied, hurt evident in her voice. She jerked her arm away from you.
She had just torn her ACL and wanted nothing to do with anyone, especially you. It seemed like everything you had been doing for the past few weeks set her off. She hated the way you tried to help her and the fact that it seemed you pitted her, even though you werenât trying to. You just wanted to help her, thatâs all you ever want to do.
âIâm just trying to be there for you,â your voice dropped into a softer voice as mascara stained your cheeks.
âWell I donât need you to be here for me or whatever the fuck,â she ran her hands down her face.
âI wanna help because I love you P,â you tried reminding her that all of this came from your love for her, but she didnât wanna hear it.
âI donât love you anymore,â her voice broke as she her piercing blue eyes made contact with your own and you could see that she meant every word.
You bit your lip trying to hold back your sniffles as your lips curved into a frown without you even trying. Your arms crossed over your body as you let out a hushed, âOk,â before packing all your things from her room into a bag and leaving without saying another word. That was the last time you talked to Paige junior year.
Two summers from now
We'll have been talking, but not all
that often, we're cool now
Paige had decided to stay an extra year at UConn due to her injury that she suffered from a few years prior. And you just so happened to also be staying at UConn to get your graduates degree.
Obviously going to the same school you two had bumped into each other and exchanged a few words, but nothing much, both always seeming to be in a rush to avoid the awkwardness.
You had decided on taking a few summer classes and as you were walking with your head down you found yourself run into a taller figure. When you stepped back you immediately recognized who it was.
âPaige,â you said with a tight lipped smile.
âY/N,â she replied with the same smile before shooing her teammates off. âHowâve you been?â she asked awkwardly pushing some of her hair behind her ear.
âGood,â you nodded, âStaying busy, you?â
âYeah, yeah, good,â she replied nodding her head while shoving her hands into her pockets. âYouâuhâyou look good,â her eyes scanned you up and down, something you had gotten used to when you were together.
âThanks. You too,â you were trying to keep the interaction short and sweet, not wanting to get into anything. âI gotta go, but see you around?â
âFor sure,â she nodded before you walked off and tried erasing the entire interaction from your brain.
It wasnât like you had talked at all in the past two years. You had your civil interactions here and there but never had them for too long. And you wanted to keep it that way. You wanted it to just stay cool between the two of you. Not wanting to bring up yâallâs past.
You were the best but you were the worst
As sick as it sounds, I loved you first
You had just finished your fall semester finals, so you and your friends decided to celebrate and get rid of all the stress by going to Tedâs and getting drunk.
It just so happened to be the same night that the UConn womenâs basketball team had won a hard game against one of the best schools, and they had all decided to out to celebrate.
And thatâs how you found yourself staring down a certain blonde at the bar who was obviously flirting with another girl. You kept telling yourself that it shouldnât bother you because you had broken up almost two years ago now, but you could shake the âI loved her firstâ from your brain as you watched the two.
So, you took another shot to try and distract yourself. The burning sensation trickled down your throat before walking past Paige, âaccidentallyâ hitting her arm.
And once you found yourself in the comfortable muffled silence of the bathroom the door swung open to reveal the tall blonde basketball player. âWhatâs your problem? Youâve been staring at me all fuckin night long.â
âHave not,â you slurred, rolling your eyes and turning away from her to look in the mirror. Your lipstick was smudged from all the drinks you had taken and your mascara was messy under your eyes from continually rubbing them.
Paige moved closer to you, but not too close, almost scared that if she did you would run away and she would lose her chance. âYeah. You have.â
âNo,â you shook your head, meeting her gaze through the mirror.
âDude, just fucking talk to me!â
âNo! You donât get to act like what happened is my fucking fault,â you raised your voice turning to the side to actually look at her up close. âYou pushed me away, not the other way around.â
âI know and I regret it everyday. But every time I try to talk to you, you rush off!â Paige started moving her hands to represent her frustration with the situation.
âWhy would I wanna talk to someone who is just going around flirting with random girls,â you snapped back before even realizing what you were saying. But as soon as the words left your mouth you immediately slammed your lips shut, afraid of what might come from them if you didnât.
âSo thatâs what this is about?â
âNo! Yes? I donât know, okay?â your hands found their way into your hair, brushing it back with your fingers.
A moment of silence fell between the both of you. Neither really knowing what to say in the moment.
âForget what I said,â you shook your head, wanting to disappear from the entire moment.
âI miss you,â she confessed as you tried pushing past her to get out of the small room.
You felt as if your heart was gonna beat out of your chest at those words. The words you had been wanting to hear since your fight two years ago. The words you had fought to hear that same night but never did.
âI miss you too, P,â your drunken self admitted. Your glossy eyes meeting hers. It seemed like your heart had stopped in that moment and nothing existed but the two of you.
I love you, I'm sorry
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this is lowkey poop im sorry
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summary: zoro decides just for your sake and his, for once, to allow himself to express a feeling heâd long buried inside him after Kuinaâs deathâand a feeling heâs only ever had for you. genre: mild angst, fluff cw: none wc: 3.2k
I love you.
Settled atop the crowâs nest dome- shaped roof of the Thousand Sunny, Zoroâs dark-brown eyes dart open to meet splotches of fluffy white painted across a canvas of endless blue.
A gentle breeze rustles his clothes and threads through his mint-green hair as he lays with his back pressed flat against the roofâs surface, head cushioned by his arms, while his gaze continues to follow the clouds lazily gliding across the sky.
I love you.
Zoro clicks his tongue when he hears the words teasing melody continue to play in his head.
Words that had repeated its haunting every daylight, and every nightfall.
Words youâd confessed to him weeks agoâand words he had thought would be your last.
Why did you do it?Â
Zoro still relives the moment when he watched your body go limp in his arms, crimson red trailing its way down in gushing streams from the wound in your torso.
Why did you risk your life to save his?
A question that lingered along with your confession deep within his mind during the couple of weeks youâd remained a victim of sleep.
A furrow lines Zoroâs brows, deepening as he unwillingly recalls the urgent scream of your voice calling his name, followed by the sound of steel tearing through flesh and then the painful sight of your body collapsing, motionless, in a pool of red.
After the tragic occurrence, day after day, Zoro would visit you inside the sick bay. It was a difficult task at first, seeing your comatose state, but he made it part of his daily routine to check up on you. And assisted Chopper where he could, sometimes spending the entire day by your side and wishing that you would just open your damn eyes.
And during that time he spent with you and without you, he prayed.Â
Zoro never believed there was a god but yet, for youâhe did.Â
Like a devout believer, day in and day out, he prayed and hoped for a miracle.Â
Hoped that some godâ any godâwould hear his prayer and that you would awake from your seemingly endless sleep.Â
Though when a couple of weeks had flitted past and you showed no signs of waking up, the little faith heâd mustered started to wane.Â
Waned until like a flame drawn down to a single spark of light left with nothing to fuel its burn, it extinguished.
But today Zoroâs flame reignites.
At the sound of Chopper's crying voice, Zoroâs body bolts upright, his eyes drawing wide when he hears him announce in between sniffles and hiccups, that youâre awake.
And in an instant, heâs on his feet.Â
And in an instant, his legs carry him with desperate steps towards the direction of the sick bay, Zoro thinking to himself, despite his once wavering beliefâfor the first timeâa god really just might exist.
âNami, Robinâ you guys are going to hurt her!â Chopperâs worried voice warns the two women hugging the life out of youâliterally, Chopper thinks.
âOkay, just one more hug.â Nami snivels, long tears rolling down her cheeks as she gives you one last squeeze before she and Robin unwrap their arms from around you, moving to stand amongst the rest of the crew huddled around your bed.
Your eyes scan each of their tear-stained faces like your own, at the same time searching for the perpetual stone-cold expression of Zoroâs, your heart sinking when thereâs no sight of it.Â
âIâm so happy to see everyone.â You manage a weak smile, brushing off the disappointed feeling at the swordsmanâs absence, and instead focus on the wide smiles, happy tears and collective expressed words of happiness and relief of your long-awaited recovery.
For the next hour or so, the sick bayâs room is permeated with mirthful chatter and laughter until Chopper starts kicking everyone out, informing them of your much needed rest.
âI donât understand? Why would she need more sleep?â Luffy who sits cross-legged at the foot of your bed asks with a genuinely confused expression. âSheâs been sleeping for weââ heâs interrupted when Nami grabs a hold of one of his ears and forcefully starts dragging him out of the room, the scene making a small laughter bubble up your chest.
Luffyâs painful groans and complaining voice drowns out when the door clicks close behind them, and with solitude now your only company, your mind is left to idle.
To idle on the memory of Zoro.
To idle on the memory of his mortified features as he held your form, drenched in blood, close to his chest. And the prominent picture of hurt mixed in with other indiscernible emotions that crossed his face when you confessed your years-long harboured love for him, just before your vision turned dark.
You canât help but wonder exactly what he thought during that moment of your untimely confession, as you absent-mindedly reach your hands under the hem of your shirt, smoothing it along the rough scar that lines across your stomach. A reminder of the small price you had to pay in exchange for the life of the one youâd always cherished with your whole heart, and the one your eyes longed to see the moment youâd opened your eyes.
A sudden rap at the door pulls you out of your thoughts and you rasp out a âYou can come in!â wondering if Chopper had returned to check up on you.
However, when the door cracks open, instead of the doctor, it reveals the familiar figure of the man youâve yearned to see.Â
You watch as he steps into the room, your eyes catching his steely expression which immediately melts at the sight of you.Â
Zoro closes the door behind him and wordlessly approaches your bedside, neither of your gazes unyielding from the other. That is until his eyes flicker down to your hand still settled on your exposed stomach, the muscles in his jaw becoming visibly tense.
Thereâs a silence that settles between you both. One that is equally tense and you canât help but attempt to lighten the mood.
âFell asleep again or forgot I existed?â You quirk a brow, a teasing lilt carried in your tone. âIâm placing my bet on the first one.â You chuckle.
 âItâs none.â
Your laughter simmers down when you look up to see that Zoroâs features are void of any hint of amusement. Â
âOh? ThenâŚâÂ
âI wanted us alone.â He explains and your head tilts in curiosity at his words.
 âAlone?â
âYeah. We need to talk.â Â
You ponder on what he says. On what the topic of discussion might entail that he didnât want the others around. And in a second or two, when an answer suddenly dawns on youâthat it might be about your declaration of loveâ you feel a faint touch of warmth caress your cheeks.
Shyly, you pat a hand beside you on the mattress. A motion for him to have a seat.Â
Zoro takes you up on your offer, joining you on the small bed after removing his swords which he settled in a nearby corner of the room.
âSo, what you wanna talk about?â You ask as you feel the bed sink under you from his added weight.
Zoro takes his time to form an answer as his eyes examine you for a bit: the healthy gleam of your skin, the vibrant light in your eyes, and the way your lips curl into that beautiful smile heâd longed missed.
And the longer he takes to respond, the more your heart races in anticipation.
âHow do you feel?â He finally asks.
You pout. It isnât what you expected, but his concern for your well-being at the same time isnât a surprise.
âA little woozy and tired. But Chopper said Iâll feel better with a little more rest.â
âRightâŚrest.â Zoro murmurs to himself.
He had been more than determined to see you as soon as he watched the others leave your room that he didnât consider the toll their long visit had probably taken on you.
âThen you should get some.â He stands to his full height, ready to make his departure, only to be stopped by a sudden and gentle tug on his shirt.Â
He peers over his shoulder, looking down to see your fingers gripping onto its hem, your face creased with worry.
âPlease Zo, donât leave.â You plead. âTalk to me. Whatâs wrong?â
Youâd noticed it in his tense expressionâthat what he wanted to discuss carried a heavy weight on his shoulders, though you werenât exactly sure what it might be if not your confession.
âYou need to rest.â Zoro urges.
âI wonât be able to unless you tell me whatâs bothering you.â
Your persistence and stubbornness is no surprise to Zoro. He knows all too well that your words are true, and stands there conflicted with your hand still glued to his shirt, before momentarily releasing a deep sigh as he relents to entertaining your request.
You watch as he seats himself near you once more. âTell me Zo. What is it?â You prompt when a lull falls, lingering between you two.Â
Zoroâs eyes sweep down to where your hands lay before flitting up to meet your worried eyes. âWhyâŚâ He pauses for a beat as if gathering his thoughts, before he pieces together the rest of his words; finally asking the question, though not in full, that has been long weighing on his mind. âWhy did you do it?âÂ
Your brows wrinkle, confused. âDo what?â
When his gaze leaves your own and you notice it drops down to your stomach, you immediately come to comprehend the meaning behind his words.
âBecause I wanted to.â A smile pulls at your lips.Â
A smile that makes Zoroâs hands, unnoticeably to you, ball into fists.
A couple of weeks ago, you were on the brink of death because of him and now youâre here, smiling warmly up at him, saying that you didnât mind that youâd almost die!
Zoroâs fingers curl, digging deeper into the palm of his hands.
Heâs happyâoverjoyed, though his features mask the feelingâthat youâre okay and that he gets the chance to see your smiling face again. But what if he had lost you?
What if he had lost you, just like he lostâŚ
Zoro shoots up to his feet, your fingers hold on his shirt, ripping away.
 âYouâre leaving.âÂ
His sudden burst of words leave you to stare dumbfoundedly at him as he walks over to the side of the room where his swords lay, propped up against the wall.
âWhat do you mean âyouâre leavingâ?â
Zoro faces your direction once heâs finished securing his swords to his hip. âAs soon as we dock at the nearest town, youâre getting off.â The tone of his voice hints that there's no room for an argument.
 You gape up at him. âYou canât be serious.â
This wasnât the first time, the second nor the third, that Zoro had tried to get you to leave the shipâand to leave their crew.
Heâd wanted you long gone since the day Luffyâd recruited you and tried his earnest to get the boy to throw you off the ship.Â
Figuratively of course.
âI thought we were past that phase. Arenât you tired of trying to get rid of me?â
âNot, exactly.â Zoro says and you purse your lips, brows knitting into a frown at his curt and honest reply.
 âWell like Iâve told you countless times, Roronoa. I'm not leaving.âÂ
Zoro gives a subtle flinch when you refer to him by his family name instead of the nickname youâd called him since you were children. He then releases a deep sigh meeting your defiant gaze. âBeing a pirate isnât childâs play.â He ends with your name. âItâs dangerous.â
âAnd, what? You think I donât know that.â You cross your arms, eyes narrowing.Â
You were aware that like the others, Zoro was worried about you. But you were here because of your own volition. Not his. A fact you verbally express.
âIâm not a little girl, Roronoa.â You say, voice stern. âIâm an adult. Meaning, I make my own choices.â
Zoro scoffs, almost mockingly at your words. âYeah, choices that almost left you in a permanent coma, sleeping beauty.â
âI was only trying to protect you.â You feel yourself becoming more pissed, for lack of a better word, at his retort. âYou could have died if I didnâtââ
âI ainât no weakling. I couldâve taken it.â He argues back.
âYou don't know that, you arrogant seaweed!âÂ
Zoro was strong. Inhumanly strong. A verifiable truth youâd always known. But like any other human being, he was still mortalâand all mortals bleed. All mortals die.
Seaweed?! Zoroâs brows furrow, the muscles in his face twitching. He then heaves a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. âLookâŚâ he starts, voice much mellow than before. âYouâre not a pirate. Youâre not me and youâre not Luffyâyouâre not like any of us.â
Zoro watches as your expression morphs into a reflection of hurt at his wordsâand it aches him. But his words are somewhat of the truth. You arenât like any of them. You donât have raw strength or devil fruit powers to protect yourself nor are you cautious when faced with life-threatening situations, choosing to tackle those situations head on without much of a drop of hesitation.
And thatâs what scared him the most.Â
âIt'd be best if you just go back home where itâs safe.â Zoro finishes, eyes meeting anywhere but your gaze.
âSo thatâs the real reason you don't want me around?â Your fingers clench around the sheet wrapped around you. âBecause Iâm weak?âÂ
âThatâs not what I meaââ
âThen what do you mean, huh! Zoro Roronoa.â Your eyes well with unshed tears and your voice cracks as you choke back a sob. âWhy is it that you keep trying to get rid of me?âÂ
Your question is only met with silence, as Zoro continues to keep his mouth sealed.
âIs it because Iâm a burden?â
You weakly voice a thought thatâd always remained rampant in your mind since the day Zoro vanished a few years later after Kuinaâs death, leaving you only a single letter explaining his aspiration and his pursuit of becoming the worldâs greatest swordsman along with a stern warning that you never attempt to search for him.
Youâd adhere to his wishes which brought with it many sleepless nights, especially when you thought you would never see him again.Â
Fortunately, by a stroke of luck, youâd managed to cross paths when you stumbled upon him wandering around like a lost puppy back in one of the towns you usually frequented for selling your goods. And after your fateful reunion, spurred on by whatâve been years of friendship blossomed into unrequited love, you decided to join Zoro in his ambitionâand the rest of the straw hats whoâd unexpectedly and without a doubt become your home: your family.
â...It is. Isnât it?â You say when you notice him tense at your assumption.
âNo it isânââ
âThen what is it!â Your voice consumed by a mixture of anger, sadness and disappointment bounces off the walls of the room. âAt least tell me why?âÂ
Zoro looks across at you and a pained expression shadows his face when he sees droplets of tears rain from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, falling and seeping into the white sheets clutched in your grasp.
âWhy do you want me to leave?â You continue. âWhy don't you want me to be a part of your life?â Some of your words get caught up in an uncontrollable storm of hiccups and sobs. â... and I promise Zoro. Tell me why and I promise Iâll leave.â
Zoro was never one to be emotionally transparent. You know that. But you wanted to know whyâŚÂ
Why is it that he was so determinedâeager to make you leave?Â
Why is it that he was so eager to drive you away like you were never a part of his life? And him, never a part of yours.
Silence permeates the room as Zoroâs lips remain sealed shut like before, and as it prolongs so does your impatience.
âIf youâre not gonna answer, then go.â You breathe out a weak sigh, feeling new tears starting to emerge. âIâll leave just like you ask, so just get ouâ.âÂ
ââCause I love you.â Zoro mumbles out in a rush, that you barely register what he says.
You blink away the tears, directing your attention over at him, more precisely his back. âWhatâŚdid you say?â
Zoroâs face contorts into a frown, heat burning at his cheeks. âI saidâŚâ He grits his teeth, finding it cruel that you were making him repeat such cloying words. â...I l-love you, you idiot.â He stammers out and you notice his ears tinge a dark red.
Your heart stutters at his unanticipated confession, words youâd been longing and hoping to hear for yearsâand words which render you speechless.
âS-say somethinââ Zoro practically begs, growing increasingly embarrassed by your lack of a reaction, still keeping his body pointed in the opposite direction.
You shake yourself out of your surprised state. âYou love me?â You ask as heat fans across your face. âThenâŚwhy do you keep pushing me away?â
â..Because youâre reckless.â
Your face contorts into a slight grimace, feeling somewhat offended by his words. âI am not reckless.â You retort, regretting it when he starts to recount childhood memories and those of late, that bear witness to his claim.Â
Though those events couldnât compare to the one that almost made him lose you.
The room descends into utter silence when Zoro finishes, leaving you with your head drooped down in embarrassment which had seeped in bit by bit during his narration of your every rash act.
 âI canâtâŚâÂ
You raise your head slowly to look across at Zoro whose voice punctuates the silence. And your heart sinks when you hear the subtle crack of his voice.
âI canât...â He repeats, pausing for a moment before continuing. âIâwe lost her. Youââ Zoro grits his teeth, clenching his eyes tightly from the growing pain in his chest. âI donât wanna lose you.â
To Zoro, you are his everything.
The woman who holds the entirety of his heart in the palm of her hands; all he has that reminds him of homeâand a reason other than his promise with Kuina to become the world's greatest swordsman.
Zoroâs hands ball into fists as he feels a burning sensation settle behind his eyes. âI canât lose you tââÂ
The words that pained to leave his lips are cut short, when Zoro feels arms wrap, snug around his torso, a soft and familiar body pressing against his back.
âIâm right here, Zo.â You reassure with tears and soft whimpers. âIâm here. And Iâm alive.â
Zoroâs heart pounds violently against his chest when you hug him closer to your body, as if trying to prove to him you were real and not just a figment of his imagination.
To your surprise, Zoro turns around and captures you in a tight embrace. âI knowâŚâ He presses a light kiss to your hair, letting it linger for a second, before settling his chin atop the crown of your head. âAnd about whatâve said before. Forget about it.â He says, as your soft sobs continue to fill the room. âIâŚI donât want you to leave.âÂ
âYou mean it?â You quiver out.
âYeah.â He replies. âJust please, promise me youâll be more careful.â
Your eyes flutter close as you snuggle closer into his warmth. âI will. I promise.â You say, both of you, unknown to the other, making a silent vow to become stronger.
Stronger for each other.
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warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, bf!chan, piv, fingering, idk witty banter cus he's such a cute meanie like that, idk he's been so teasing on bubble lately I couldn't help myself so ..here..
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"I'm tired, I'm not going to argue about this."
"I'm tired too, but I can be tired and still care about our relationship!"
Chan had gotten home a half hour ago and was barely stripping his outside clothes, head caught in his shirt when the words left your mouth. He could be menacing when he wanted to be.
Take now, for example. He'd finally wrangled himself out of the material and hadn't even slipped it off his arms when he turned his body to stop and stare at you like you'd just said you committed armed robbery. Brows slightly furrowed, lips pouting at you, Chan had the "fuck around and find out" look down to a T.
"Don't go there." Tone of voice, too. Menacing.
"Don't make me."
But there was the attitude right back. He deserved it for ignoring you the past week, you'd been so understanding until now. You'd reminded him every week for a month until this past Saturday the day he specifically took off so that you could have one date night. Just one. It was the only thing you've asked for since your birthday. And he still forgot.
Forgot or prioritized something else- probably work related- you didn't know or care.
"You promised," your voice shook slightly.
"So did you. You promised you'd understand."
"I've been understanding. You've been ignoring. Me."
The annoyed brow ruffle softened as did the rest of his face when the tears started to well up in your eyes. You didn't wanna cry in front of him, it was the last thing you wanted to add onto his already heavy weighted shoulders, but you couldn't help it. "It's not just your life.
"We sleep in the same bed. We share the same bathroom. You use my shampoo and I steal your hoodies. Sometimes you take my socks from the drawer and it makes you a minute late 'cus you have to make the trip back to the bedroom. Sometimes I accidentally grab your towel after a shower because it's steamy in the bathroom and I can't see, then you shower after me and get confused and use my towel instead. It's probably my fault, but it's not just your life."
Chan dropped his shirt to the floor, annoyance being replaced with guilt. He had been ignoring you, but not purposefully. He knew about date night and let his boss, his colleagues, everyone get in his head that the only way to prove himself and his capabilities was to work himself to death. Death by heartbreak because the sadness that radiated off of you was so painful he was sure that that was exactly what was happening to him.
He took the few steps to stand in front of you and reach out to cup your cheeks, thumb catching the slowly rolling tear. "Your towel is softer, anyways."
You hated how easily he could make things better, laughing and sniffling as you leaned your head into his palms. "I wash our towels together, that doesn't even make sense."
Kisses were smothering your face in the next moment, warmth making the tears fizzle from behind your waterline to be replaced by the need to grab him, hold onto him and never let go. You melted in his arms so quickly, there was no evidence that you'd been crying in the first place.
And when he kissed your lips, you forgot why you were sad in the first place. For a second, at least. The lingering hurt was still there, not as potent, but definitely still there.
"I like using your towel because it's yours," he murmured into your mouth, hands wandering down to press your body against his shirtless one. "Your shampoo smells better than mine. Still smell it throughout the day and think of you." Guided back onto the bed, he covered you entirely to shield you away.
Kisses on both cheeks. "Your socks are cute." Kisses down your neck. "I know they're yours because of the colorful designs." Kisses to your palms and finger tips. Down your body and stealing your top away to plant more across the expanse of your belly until your body started to overheat. "I take them on purpose."
"Then you grumble at me when you're late on purpose, too?" You were teasing back, if the smile you wore was anything to go by.
"Yeah, to get you to kiss me before I leave. You forget if I don't."
"Why don't you just ask me, then?"
"It tastes a little sweeter when you think you came up with the idea on your own." Chan smirked back up at you before venturing further to rid you of your bottoms so that you were left bare before him.
You would never admit it to him, but you forgave him as soon as his shirt came off. You just like when he works for your forgiveness, it reminds you that he does still truly care.
"You're still wearing pants," you breathed heavily when he spread your legs so he could slot between them, the rough denim brushing your aching core.
"Mhm," he mumbled back.
"Take them off."
Chan stopped his kissing rampage and pulled back with that fucking look that made you want to slap him silly. "Why should I?"
It was your turn to be annoyed. "Because I'm trying to fuck my boyfriend."
"Vulgar," he teased, placing a cheeky peck to the tip of your nose. "How badly do you want it?"
Tender touches roamed your thighs and love handles, getting you into a position on your back you knew rather well with him as your partner in it. "Not want, need."
Chan chuckled against your skin, burning like hot coal in the path he took further south, past your cunt and down your legs to pepper kisses around your calves and ankles as he sat up, taking your limbs with him. He maneuvered you to hang your legs over his shoulders so he looked down at you. "Is that really all it took, baby?"
"You haven't done anything yet. I'm still upset."
He bit his lip and raked his eyes up and down your body. "I see how it is."
Cryptic as always, he never gave away more than necessary.
But his body language is impossible to misread. Through his jeans, you could see the tent in his pants that you knew was probably painfully rubbing against the harsh material. He wanted it as badly as you did, but didn't want to be the first one to cave.
Before he could move again, you locked your ankles around his neck and tugged him down, "you were being so nice to me, what happened?"
"Make a little more noise for me, baby."
His hands had snuck their way to your core, fingers running through your folds before you had processed his words. You were doing exactly as he asked, not by choice. He provoked the noises out of you with precise, practiced moves against your clit, practically stringing them out of you like another one of his musical instruments.
"Please," you whined, threading your fingers in his hair hoping he'd cave.
Chan laughed again, "I don't think so. Not loud enough."
Prodding against your hole made another whimper crack through your restraint. You weighed your options and both would lead to an orgasm, you were sure. But you didn't know which route you wanted take more- letting him talk you down into submission or teasing him back until he fucked you into it.
Then his fingers broke the surface, plunging into you slow but deeply. The stretch was already proving to be more than you could handle, head falling back into the mattress and letting chants of his name fill the room. Chan loved it, drooling over how easily he got you under his reign.
"Baby, please. Wan' it," you grabbed his hand to halt his ministrations. Chan laughed at your sudden flip in attitude.
"Fine," he feigned compliance, knowing he would give you anything you asked for if you kept looking at him like he held your world in his hands.
He did, but he doesn't need to know that just yet.
Chan unzipped his pants and shoved them down his hips along with his boxers, just enough to let his cock spring free. Clearly, he was barely containing himself seeing as leaking precum made his tip glisten.
"Here," he presented himself like a present, not moving. Chan simply waited for you to take what you wanted. When you did, he smiled, proudly this time.
You used the leverage on his shoulders to scoot down the bed and reached between your bodies to let him slip past your entrance. Oh, he fit like a perfectly tailored glove, every time.
He let you use him, only providing some stabilization as you fucked yourself back and forth, up and down, any which way you could to reach the high you so desperately needed from him. Until you couldn't anymore. All you had to do was stop, let out a huff, and look up at him with those fucking eyes, and Chan folded.
Literally folded, hunching over you and cooing, "okay, okay. I'll do all the work. Only because you look so cute when you try to fuck me."
He didn't need to go very fast, just the right angle to press your sweet spot like a button. The wet, pornographic sounds of your bodies pulling apart and colliding, with his name falling from your lips and his noises of pure pleasure, it wasn't very long until the both of you were arching into one another and letting the euphoric waves crash onto shore.
Chan slumped onto you, bodies tired and feeling entirely too cuddly to clean up any more. Doing the bare minimum and kicking off his pants while not even bothering to pull out, he laid his head into the crook of your neck and smothered you entirely.
"Date night. This weekend." You grumbled into his hair, getting comfortable.
"Whatever you want. Now go to sleep," Chan nuzzled his nose into your skin, letting your warmth take over his senses.
Draping your arms over his shoulders and holding him close with a kiss on the top of his head, you mumbled back, "don't tell me what to do."
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November 2032 | 7, 3 & 3 weeks old
Mornings had always been hectic, but this one felt especially chaotic. Life with three kids was a whole new level of busyness you hadnât quite prepared for. Amelia was only three weeks old, and Leah, still recovering from her C-section, had been moving slower than usual. Understandably so, of course, but it meant that the morning routines had fallen almost entirely on you.
Leah sat on the sofa, feeding Amelia, her body still showing signs of exhaustion from the night before. You noticed the way she shifted carefully, trying to get comfortable without wincing. Amelia was nursing quietly, unaware of the storm brewing around her. Meanwhile, Finley and Ellie were in full-on chaos mode, racing through the house like tiny, noisy whirlwinds.
âFinley, where are your shoes?â you called from the living room, already knowing the answer was likely nowhere logical.
âTheyâre in the kitchen!â he shouted from upstairs. You sighed, shaking your head. Why they were in the kitchen, you had no idea, but at this point, you didnât have time to question it. Shoes in the kitchen had become a regular occurrence over the past few weeks.Â
Ellie, on the other hand, was on the verge of a meltdown. She stood by the sofa, her lip quivering as she watched Leah cradle Amelia. Her little face, usually so expressive and full of life, had a pout to it now that was all too familiar. She hadnât quite gotten used to her new role as the middle child and was clearly struggling with jealousy.
âI donâ wanna to go to school,â Ellie whined, crossing her arms over her chest. âI want to stay with Mumma and Mimi!â
You caught Leahâs sympathetic glance as she tried to juggle feeding Amelia and comforting Ellie at the same time. Leah adjusted Amelia in her arms, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead before looking back at Ellie.
âEllie, bubba, youâll see us after school,â Leah said gently, her voice soft and reassuring. âMumma needs to rest today, and Mimiâs probably just going to sleep all day!â
âBut I want to stay!â Ellieâs voice had risen, her frustration spilling over. She climbed onto the sofa and squished herself between Leah and the cushions, wrapping her little arms around Leah in a desperate hug.Â
âHey, Ells,â you said softly, kneeling in front of her and gently brushing her hair back from her face. âI know itâs hard right now, but Mumma needs her rest, and Iâll bet youâll have lots of fun at school today. You can tell everyone about how youâre the best big sister!â
Ellie sniffled, her lip still trembling, but her eyes were glued to yours, âMimi doesnât like me?â Her voice was so small.Â
Leah immediately shook her head, shifting a bit to make more room for Ellie. âOh, sweetheart, Mimi already loves you so much. Sheâs just too little to tell you right now. But sheâs going to grow up thinking youâre the coolest, I promise.â
Ellie didnât respond right away, clearly weighing her options. After a long pause, she finally nodded, though her pout lingered. âOkay, I go school,â she mumbled, climbing off the sofa and letting go of Leah.
You let out a quiet sigh of relief, kissing the top of Ellieâs head as she stood next to you. âWhy donât you help me find Finleyâs shoes? Then we can get your coat on and head out.â
With the crisis momentarily paused, you and Ellie managed to track down Finleyâs shoesâwhy they were in the kitchen was anyoneâs guessâand wrangled him into his coat. Between stuffing backpacks, packing lunches, and making sure everyone had what they needed, it felt like a miracle when you finally got all three kids out the door and strapped into their car seats.
Leah was moving slowly as she eased herself into the passenger seat. You gave her a hand, watching as she winced a little before settling in, âThanks for getting the kids sorted.â
âAlways,â you replied, helping her buckle her seatbelt. You leaned in, kissing her cheek lightly.Â
After dropping Finley and Ellie off at schoolâjust in time, thankfullyâyou drove to the Arsenal training ground. Today was a special day. It was the first time you were bringing Amelia to meet the team, and though the morning had been chaotic, you were both excited.
 Leah had been looking forward to introducing Amelia to the girls, and you hoped it would give her a break from the intensity of the past few weeks. She was also having a quick meeting with the coaches about easing herself back into football.Â
She may be 35 but she was still playing for the club. Sheâd retired last year from playing internationally but she hadnât given up playing for Arsenal yet. However, you were dreading the day it came.Â
Amelia had fallen asleep shortly after getting in the car, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling as she dreamed.Â
âThink the girls are going to lose it when they see her?â you asked, smiling over at Leah as you drove.
Leah chuckled softly, nodding. âOh, absolutely. Theyâve been waiting for this since I told them I was pregnant. Katieâs been texting me non-stop asking when she can meet her.â
You both laughed, the stress of the morning easing a bit as the familiar sight of the training ground came into view. Parking the car, you unbuckled your seatbelt and immediately moved to help Leah out. She took your hand, her movements slow and careful, but there was a quiet determination in the way she stood, her eyes full of warmth as she looked at you.
âReady?â you asked, grabbing the diaper bag and slinging it over your shoulder.
âAs Iâll ever be,â Leah replied with a small smile. She lifted the car seat carefully, Amelia still sound asleep inside, completely unaware of the big introduction awaiting her.
As soon as you walked into the lounge area, the reaction was immediate.
âOh my god, is that her?!â Katie sprinted toward you, her face lighting up with pure excitement. Behind her, the rest of the girls followed suit, gathering around like a crowd waiting to see a celebrity.
âEveryone, meet Amelia,â Leah announced, pulling back the blanket just enough for everyone to see the tiny sleeping face.
The room erupted in coos and gasps of adoration. âSheâs so tiny!â Jen whispered, her eyes wide as she leaned in closer.
âSheâs perfect,â Beth said softly, looking between you and Leah with a warm smile. âHow are you both doing?â
Leah leaned into you, her exhaustion palpable but so was the love in her eyes. âWeâre managing. Itâs been a lot, but Ameliaâs already worth every sleepless night.â
You wrapped your arm around Leahâs waist, pulling her a little closer, the noise of your teammates fading into the background for a moment. Amidst the chaos of kids, school runs, and sleepless nights, this was a moment of peace. A moment where you could breathe.
Leah turned to you, her eyes bright and full of affection. âThank you,â she whispered, her voice just for you. âFor everything today.â
You smiled down at her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. âAlways, love. Always.â
âThings have turned out pretty well, eh?â Leah smiled. âWeâre living the life we dreamed of, pretty girl.â
âTheyâve turned out perfect,â You laughed, âI wouldnât want it to be any other way.âÂ
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