#this friend of mine is a childhood friend and she told me she remembered Baby Bells because I used to love them as a child

[oreegaanoo]

Okay I think I am almost decided on what to name my mice and some of your suggestions got through in one way or another :D just asked the other day one friend to give me names and she gave like 20 name options for the red one so I'm still thinking about them

[imyourbratzdoll]

hiii baby 🤍

weird request maybe…

But reader being tired of dating but really wanting a baby…like she just really doesn’t want to wait for the perfect man to settle down with, but she really really really wants a baby.

So she asks childhood!bestfriend!bucky or like childhood!bestfriend!CE!Character to impregnate her…

He (being secretly in love with her) agrees, so they make one 😩

hi honey! not weird at all! I loved this, I'm hoping I did it justice and that you love it!

summary - you've decided to stop going on dates when the last one fails and go to your best friend for the thing you desperately want.

warning - smut, breeding kink, unrequited love (or not), horrible dates, creampie, swearing, slight angst.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You sigh, having just come back from yet another failed date. No man seemed to live up to the expectation you were looking for. You sagged into the couch, kicking your shoes off and beginning to massage your temples. “Ugh, I’ll never find the perfect man to settle down with…” You look down at your stomach, and your mind fills with images of you being pregnant. Your eyes blink it away as you rub your belly. “I just want a baby… Is that so hard?” 

Your eyes widen when you realise you have the perfect plan. Bucky! He’s your best friend, an ideal option for a sperm donor. You quickly dig through your purse and pull out your phone, unlocking it and quickly sending him a message. 

‘Hey, are you able to come over? I have something important to ask you.’ You send the text, gnawing on your bottom lip as you wait for his response, watching the three little dots appear. 

‘Sure, I’ll be there in 10 minutes with your favourite snacks.’ 

You smile, quickly jumping up and running to your room. You strip from the clothes you sadly wasted on your date and changed into a red lingerie set that Bucky got you for your birthday. You smirked when you remembered how flushed Bucky looked as you opened the gift bag and promised to show him one day. You walk over to the mirror and fix your make-up, reapplying your red gloss. 

When you hear the door unlock, you quickly throw on your silk robe and head out of your room, ready to greet Bucky. He enters and smiles when he sees you waiting there for him. His heart practically pounds out of his chest as you smile back at him, walking over and wrapping your arms around his body. “Hey, I got us some Chinese.” He wraps one arm around you, tightly holding the bag of food with the other. 

“You came so fast!” Your cheeks heat up at the innuendo of your words. You don’t notice the pout on his lips as you pull away from him and begin to walk toward the lounge room. “C’mon, I’d feel better asking you the thing while sitting down… I don’t really know how you’ll feel about it.” Your chew on your bottom lip, your nerves getting to you as you realise if he says no, you’ll possibly be ruining a good friendship.

Bucky follows you like a lost puppy, practically feeling your nerves radiating off of you. His eyes shamefully land on your arse, watching your hips sway as you walk before him. “So, uh… How did your date go?” This would be the tenth date this week that you’ve been on, and as your best friend, Bucky knows all about them and how lately they haven’t been going well. Except for his heart that constantly broke every time you told him you had a date with everyone but him. Bucky sits beside you, pulling out the hot food and handing you your usual. 

“Shit like the others.” You immediately begin to stuff your face with food, starving from storming off during the date. “From the moment we met, all he spoke about was himself and the women he’s been with. Then when we sat down to eat, he ordered for me, but when I stood up for myself and ordered what I wanted. He decided to call me a cow and fat and that no man would ever love me if I didn’t let them take control of my life.” You growl, shovelling more food in your mouth. You swallow and look at Bucky, noticing the angry look behind his eyes but deciding to ignore that. “But, I came to a conclusion. You know how much I’ve been wanting a baby and have been trying to find the perfect man to settle down with.”

Bucky nods before frowning. “Please don’t tell me you're going to just sleep with one of these guys to get one.” His brows furrow. “You deserve more than that. You deserve someone that will be there for you and the baby.”

You wave him off, sucking some juice off your thumb. “Of course not. I had someone better in mind.” Your eyes connect with him, and Bucky’s brows raise when he puts the pieces together. “I want you to impregnate me, Bucky.”

“Y–you–” He swallows, blinking rapidly, wondering if he heard you right.

“I want you, Bucky. Just imagine how cute our baby would be, but I understand if you say no and no longer want to be–”

“Yes.”

“B–”

“Yes.” Bucky immediately scoots closer and cups your cheeks. “I’ll pump you full until you are carrying my child.” You feel slick gather between your thighs, turned on by his words. Bucky’s hands move down and undo your robe, choking on his saliva when his eyes land on the red lingerie set he had bought you. “You’re so beautiful…” He whispers, staring for a while before looking into your eyes. “D–do you want to go slow or…” Bucky swallows, knowing that you weren’t doing this because you felt anything for him. You were doing this to get a baby.

“Fast, for now, I just need you.” You whimper. You grasp the back of Bucky’s head and pull him toward you, devouring his lips with yours. “Please, fuck a baby into me.”

Bucky catches the for-now part, causing his heart to jump, knowing there might be another time. His breath catches as your lips connect, swearing that fireworks went off. His hand lands between your legs and begins to rub you through your knickers, letting out a moan as he feels how wet you are. “D–did you touch yourself before I got here?” 

You shake your head, “No, no….” You whine, back arching and legs spreading more as he touches you. Bucky feels his cock harden more when he realises he made you wet. “Bucky, please.” You blink the tears away, so overwhelmed with your feelings for your best friend and your horniness. You hadn’t been touched in so long, and to have Bucky finally touch you with the promise of putting a baby in you intensifies it.

Bucky leans back, giving you a look. “Are you sure about this? Because once I start, I really don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” You nod rapidly, gripping any part of him that you can. He places a hand under your chin. “I need words, Y/n.” 

“Yes, Bucky. I’m sure I want this.” You watch him remove your clothes, followed by his, and you gasp as your eyes land on his member. “You’re so big…” Bucky strokes his cock, lining it with your sopping cunt. As he pushes in, Bucky leans forward and connects his lips with yours, swallowing your moans. “O–oh…” 

His hands move down and grip your hips, thrusting deep, fast and hard into your tight walls. “Fuck, you feel so good, doll.” Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits deep inside you, hitting places you’ve never reached before. “I can’t wait to pump you full of my cum, doll. Breed you.” He growls, getting lost in the feel of you. 

You moan, gripping onto your best friend, feeling him split you open, bringing you pleasure you’ve never felt before. You can’t wait until he fills you with his cum, giving you what you’ve always wanted. “Faster, Bucky, please.” You don’t know how he’s done it, but you're so close you can feel your orgasm just around the corner. 

Bucky’s hips begin to snap, slamming into you hard and fast. “Shit, doll. I’m so close.” His hand slides between your bodies, locating your clit and rubbing it. Your back arches, legs squeezing tighter around him as your juices squirt out of you, your walls pulsating around his thick cock. Bucky groans, burying his face into your neck, pounding into you before burying himself deep inside you. Thick spurts of cum shoot out of his mushroom tip as he pumps you full of his cream. “Fuck, fuck! There’s so much. It feels too good, doll!”

You sag into the couch, pulling Bucky along with you, enjoying the feeling of his softening cock inside of you. He stares at you, stroking your cheek, and you smile tiredly up at him. “Thank you, Bucky. I hope this takes, if not. We will have just to keep trying.”

Bucky smiles, “I’d be happy with that.” He leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

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[cutiecusp]

The Birthday Pact.

BF! Keegan Russ x Reader drabble

What happens when a childhood pact you made with your best friend becomes reality?

TW. Best Friend Keegan, marriage pact, light smut, fluff, use of endearment.

Early 90s

"Ew, Keegan. No one spits on their hand to shake on it. It's gross." Ten year old you says to your best friend, grinning in the sun, freckles and ice cream dotted over your faces.

"Do too, makes it stick." Keegan insists, shoving his hand in yours. The feeling of a clammy hand grosses you out, but you shake it anyway, shuddering as you try not to think about why his hand is wet before heading to the swings to play.

"Thirty is a billion years away. We will be so old and so not married to each other." You tease as you swing for the stars.

10 years later

"Key, we've been over this. If you find a girlfriend our pact won't mean much anymore." You laugh as you both get ready for a party, your hair cut shorter than the last time you made the pact, your eyes sparkling with glitter as you apply your lip gloss in the tiny mirror in the car.

"Maybe, but if you are thirty, and I'm thirty, and we aren't seeing anyone else, we are still getting married." Keegan replies, his gruff voice cutting over the radio.

"We made a spit shake, remember?" He teases back. He knew he had to be on deployment soon, but couldn't find the words to tell you how he truly felt, so was happy being your best friend. (For now.)

Present day.

The group of people in the busy restaurant are singing as you blow out the candles on your cake. You were having a small party, surrounded by all of your friends, bar one. Keegan was still on deployment, and while you felt odd celebrating your birthday without him, you were grateful for your friends for cheering you up.

Opening your eyes slowly, taking in your wish, you lock eyes on a familiar face. Surprise flushes over your face as you see your best friend come through the door, still in his tactical vest and combat boots.

Dropping his bag to the floor, he catches you as you fling yourself into his arms. Inhaling your strawberry shampoo, he holds you close for a minute, breathing you in.

"Happy Birthday Doll. I've missed you so much." He says against your neck, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

Brushing his lips against your forehead, he pulls back and looks at you, remembering the girl who loved ice cream in the sun, swinging on the swings until she got sick, drawing unique designs with make up on her face, and he sighs.

"Baby, I know we were kids when we made that promise, but I'm thirty, you are thirty, and I can't pretend anymore. You've been it for me since I was ten. You were the only girl I wanted to kiss, the only girl I ever saw myself with, the only girl that mattered."

You pull on your arms surrounding his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. You could see the love in his eyes, and the faint blush on his cheeks he always got around you.

"Get me a ring, and we will talk about it tomorrow." You say before softly brushing your lips against his.

"Much better than a spit shake." You laugh.

Keegan pulls you in for a deeper kiss, his arms holding you tight.

"See, told you it sticks." He quips back, before pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Gonna make you mine, doll. White dress and all..."

A/N this was written while I was waiting for the kettle to brew, so hasn't been proofread, wanted to do a little drabble about this prompt, especially with Keegan, hope you like it!?

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[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

You and your boyfriend Usopp taking care of a child would involve...

Usopp x reader. NSFW!!

*****

🤎 You and Usopp are childhood friends; you have been a couple since you were barely old enough to distinguish between affection and friendship, and you joined Luffy’s crew together. Despite the occasional fight and misunderstanding, your relationship is incredibly close, and has helped you to survive the various family losses you both experienced; neither of you even expected to become pirates, but you are confident that, whatever the future may have in store for you, you will face it together. 

🤎 One day, after an afternoon spent shopping with Nami, you return to the harbour where the ship is docked, looking forward to the moment you’ll show Usopp your purchases, and find the boys on the deck, gathered around something you can’t see, an animated discussion taking place among them. “Hi! What are you doing?” you ask happily, and when they see you the boys part silently, allowing you to see your boyfriend, who looks like a deer in the headlights… 

🤎 … and has a baby in his arms. A baby who looks just like him, and who is happily snuggling against his chest. 

🤎 For a whole minute you’re left speechless, your heart breaking in a million pieces as you still can’t believe Usopp, a guy so loyal to the people he loves, could have done something so terrible. “Alright; who was she?” you ask in the end, your arms to your chest, and your boyfriend, who has anxiously been waiting for your reaction, blinks, taken aback. “Who is who?” “The woman you betrayed me with, Usopp; it must have happened while we were still in Syrup, which means I probably knew her, and I’m gonna go back to smash her face…” “W-what? (name), I never cheated on you! I never could!” he exclaims, flabbergasted “This child is not mine!” “... he isn't?” “No; he’s my cousin. Please, let me explain.” 

🤎 Partially reassured, and as the others leave you alone to discuss, you sit on the deck, Usopp next to you still holding the baby in his arms; he is very cute, you think, not last because the family resemblance with your boyfriend is really striking. Maybe, you think vaguely, this is how a son of his would look… “This is Aso. You probably don’t remember, but I had an aunt, my mom’s sister, who left the village when she was still a girl and never returned. They used to write to each other, but I never heard from her since I wrote to tell her my mom had died; I had no idea she had had a child. And then today… well, two hours ago, a man came to see me; he was a lawyer, and he told me that my aunt died, coincidentally of the same illness that took my mom away.” You silently circle Usopp’s shoulders with your arm, and he gratefully smiles at you, resting his cheek on your shoulder; you doubt he still remembers his aunt, since she left the village when he was little more than a baby, but learning of her death must have been a very unpleasant reminder of when he lost his mother. “I’m very sorry.” you murmur, and your boyfriend smiles gratefully “So… this poor baby is now an orphan, is he not?”

🤎 Aso is fortunately too young to be aware of his loss, even though he must have realised his mother is absent; he is eleven months old, your boyfriend informs you, tiny but otherwise healthy, with the same dark skin and black hair of the young man next to you. Usopp has given him his slingshot to play with, and Aso seems very focused even though the weapon’s mode of use seems to escape him. When you tentatively try to pet his hair, the child smiles at you, the lack of several teeth making the expression even more adorable. “And where is this little one’s father?” you ask, and Usopp tenses, looking guiltily at you. “Well… that’s the problem. He and my aunt were never married, and he left her and Aso when he was a newborn; the lawyer told me he did find this guy, but he refused to take Aso, not to mention is a drunkard whose main hobby is bar brawls.” You agree that is not the sort of man who could raise a child, even in the case he could be forced to take responsibility. “But then… who is going to look after Aso?” you naively ask… 

🤎 … and then the reason for your boyfriend’s guilty expression hits you. “Oh, no.” you cry, immediately alarmed “No, it’s… it’s impossible!” Usopp, who looks even more desperate than you feel, admits he’s also terrified, but he had no other choice: the lawyer told him that since this poor child has no other relatives, he would have ended up in an orphanage if Usopp didn’t accept taking responsibility for him. That is not a viable option, not if half of the horror stories he has heard about places like that are true. “I’m so sorry, (name); but… I didn’t know what else to do! He’s my cousin, I’m all the family he has left; I couldn’t abandon him!”

🤎 You look at him, scared and uncertain but still determined to protect that little boy he didn’t even know existed, and feel whatever protest or complaint you had melt away. If someone were to ask what is the thing you love the most about Usopp you could mention his lovely smile, his warm and deep brown eyes and his sense of humour, not to mention that way he has to use only his fingers to make you climax in less than four minutes, but the truth is you have cared for Usopp, become his friend and in time fallen in love with him, because of his good heart, for his kindness and his devotion to the people he loves. If he had rejected Aso, knowing he was the baby’s last hope and even just because he’s little more than a kid himself and knows nothing about child rearing, he wouldn’t have been the person you know and care so much about. You’re terrified, yes; but at the same time you feel incredibly proud. 

🤎 “Alright; we’ll manage somehow.” you decide with a shrug, and Usopp looks at you as if he couldn’t believe his own ears. “We?” “Of course; since he’s your cousin, and he needs care, I’ll do my best to help you with Aso. Let’s see, first of all we have to make sure he has clean clothes, and find out what he can and can’t eat…” A moment later Usopp has thrown his arms around you, shaking with relief. “Oh, thank you! I really didn’t know what to do…” 

🤎 He’s welcome, you tell him, but you doubt you can be much help; even with the best intentions, there are few people less suitable for taking care of a baby than the two of you. Barely adults yourselves, neither has any experience with children, especially with one as young as Aso, and as pirates you live a dangerous life, risking your lives on the daily; what if something were to happen to the child, what if one of your enemies kidnapped him and…? You shudder to think about that. Also, a baby needs proper and regular food; at the moment your crew can barely look after itself, and the little money Usopp’s aunt has left, and that the lawyer brought him together with Aso’s clothes and toys, will not last long. 

🤎 “I don’t think we can keep him, Usopp.” you murmur gently, aware that your boyfriend has already gotten attached to the child who, having grown bored with the slingshot, has stood from his lap and is now playing with his braids “Raising a child is a challenging job for a couple of well-settled adults, but for us…” “I know; and any mistake or shortcoming, it would be Aso who pays for it.” he admits, gently holding the baby to make sure he doesn’t fall or stumble “We have to find someone who will take good care of him, but who?” You reflect on it for a while, and in the end you decide your older sister might be your best option: ten years older than you, she is married, but she and her husband never had children, no matter how dearly they wished for it. They both have good jobs, respectively as a doctor and a nursery teacher, and are good-hearted people, with lots of love to give; raising Aso might be the best thing for all three of them. Usopp, who knew your sister before she moved away from Syrup, nods slowly. “That’d be good.” he admits “But are you sure your sister and her husband will accept taking care of a child who is not theirs?”

🤎 You use your Den Den Mushi to call your sister, and then return to Usopp, who has moved with Aso in the boys’ cabin; your boyfriend had taken some wooden cubes from the child’s bag, but suddenly you see him gasp, lift Aso in his arm to smell him, and look up at you, alarmed. “We have a poop emergency!” Usopp carries Aso to the bathroom, while you retrieve a nappy and a clean pair of trousers from the child’s bag; in the meantime Aso has started crying, but fortunately he allows you to take his clothes off to clean him. “Why isn’t he wearing a nappy?” Usopp groans “Gods, I need a clothespin…” The smell that has already filled the room is abominable, so you open the window and then find a plastic bag for the dirty nappy; in the meantime, Usopp is using a wet washcloth to clean the child’s delicate skin. “Here we go… you know, young man, that there are some giant birds on an island in the South Blue that produce so much poop, from afar it looks like mountains? If you think yours smells, imagine that!” Aso clearly can’t understand what Usopp is saying, but it’s like his voice has hypnotised him; he listens, open-mouthed, as your boyfriend manages to spin an epic tale about a brave warrior of the sea fighting the giant birds to save a pretty princess called (name), and in the meantimes manages to put the nappy on him. In the meantime, you have washed Aso’s trousers in the shower, holding your breath longer than you ever had; in the end you share a smile, while the child, now clean and dressed, raises his tiny arms, babbling animatedly and making you understand he wants to be picked up… by you.

🤎 Usopp smiles. “Oh? The lovely miss (name) has enchanted you, little cousin? You have good taste, but unfortunately she’s spoken for…” He helps you hold Aso against your chest, the child’s tiny hands grabbing at the fabric of your shirt; you don’t remember ever being close to such a young child, but it feels… nice, and the way he naturally rests his head against your chest does as well. You walk back to the boys’ cabin, and after you carefully lowered Aso on Usopp’s bed you tell him that while your sister and her husband can’t very well decide to adopt a child they have never met before after a single Den Den Mushi call, they want to meet Aso to discuss the matter, and see if they and the child are compatible. “We need to tell Luffy and the others.” Usopp points out, and fortunately your captain doesn’t mind making a three week detour to reach the island your sister is now living on, so that you and Usopp can introduce her and her husband to Aso. Usopp explains the situation to the others gathered in the ship’s kitchen, while you peel an apple and then cut it in tiny pieces for Aso (you have no idea what children this young eat, but fruit can’t make him sick, can it?) and your friends don’t disappoint: while none of them have children, the story of poor little Aso, abandoned and orphaned, affects them all, and they are quick to offer their help. Relieved, you and Usopp share a smile. “So this is it; we’ll have to  of Aso until we reach your sister’s place.” he points out “It’s only three weeks; how hard can it be?”

🤎 That is, it turns out, the sort of thing one should never say, to avoid bad luck, because the next three weeks are the most hectic of your life - and that’s saying something since you’re both members of Luffy’s crew and even though, in your defence, both you and Usopp have the best intentions. First of all, you agree that the most important thing to do is to make sure Aso is fed well, and since Sanji has no experience with diners as young as him, Usopp brings the child to a large grocery shop in town, where he explains the situation to the salesgirls and begs them to help him. You, in the meantime, reach the town’s library and check as many books as you’re allowed to on everything that concerns taking care of a child, from hygiene to the frequency of his meals and the best tricks to make him fall asleep. You spend most of the night reading, poring over the books and taking notes like a couple of stressed students preparing for an exam. Neither of you was ready for a challenge like this, and you’re both terrified: but when your eyes meet over the kitchen table, you both find the strength to smile. 

🤎 The first matter you have to care about is where to make the baby sleep, since he’s still clearly too young for one of your beds, not to mention it would be extremely dangerous for him to fall. A quick trip to the shops proves even the cheapest cribs are way too expensive for you, and at first, the best thing you can do is to fold a blanket inside a drawer you have taken off the kitchen’s cupboard; to avoid keeping your friends awake at night as well, you keep it in the ship’s spare room, and you and your boyfriend take turns sleeping with Aso, to watch over him, feeding and lulling him to sleep when he wakes up during the night. On your third day, Usopp asks you to  of his little cousin and leaves, returning a few hours later, soon before you’re due to leave the island, and he has brought a gift: a beautiful wooden crib, that he carved himself after asking for spare materials at the town’s shipyard, much more comfortable than whatever temporary arrangement you could come up with. “Usopp, it’s beautiful!” you exclaim, full of admiration, while Aso doesn’t seem too interested in the results of his cousin’s efforts, but that night he falls asleep much quicker than on the previous two, and only wakes up twice before morning.

🤎 The food is another source of headaches for you and your boyfriend. Luffy suggests giving Aso lots of meat, which will undoubtedly make him grow strong like it happened to him; Zoro proposes mixing a cup of sakè to the baby’s milk to ensure he sleeps at night. You stock up on baby-appropriate food, from fruit and vegetables to cheese and protein-rich aliments, plus obviously vast quantities of milk, so much that you start wishing you had a way to bring a cow on board, that you warm up in a saucepan before Aso can drink it. One night you wake up thirsty in the middle of the night, you leave the cabin you share with Nami and, as you approach the kitchen, you hear your boyfriend’s voice; he’s walking around the barely lit room, a still sobbing but quickly quieting Aso on his naked chest, and is softly singing what you recognise as a popular Syrup lullaby. You remain at the door, silently looking at the lovely, intimate scene in front of you, and for a moment you’re struck by an image, a sort of waking dream: an older Usopp, doing the same with a baby who looks like you as well as him. He smiles when he sees you, and then nods in the direction of your cabin -it’s fine, I’ll take care of this- but you enter and finish of the little snack your boyfriend had started preparing for the baby. 

🤎 When you bring it to him, you press your lips to Usopp’s in a quick but deep kiss, which your boyfriend welcomes, happy but surprised; your relationship has always been very close and Usopp knows how much you care for him, but you’re not the most effusive of women. “To what do I owe this?” “I felt like it, that’s all. I was simply thinking that you’re a good man, and Aso is not the only one lucky to have you.”

🤎 Then there are the nappies. Like Usopp points out one day, having to hold his nose for the third time today as he sprints towards the deck with something that smells like rotting fish and sewer gas together in his hands, it’s incredible that a body as small as Aso’s can produce such a quantity of waste matter; neither of you wants the stench to spread on the whole ship, but being at sea means you can’t simply go out and toss the bin bag in the skip whenever you want. Also, no matter how carefully you put his nappy on, there are nights in which Aso somehow manages to soil the blankets and pillows of his crib. You do your best to clean them and change the baby’s nappy as often as he needs it, even though you fear your hands will never feel, and smell, clean ever again; you make sure to wash Aso’s clothes in tepid water, since one of the books you consulted explained that using high temperatures might damage the fabric and, consequently, irritate the baby’s tender skin. 

🤎 The thing that scares you the most is that when Aso is unhappy, it’s often hard to understand what is wrong with him - if he feels hungry or cold or, Gods forbid, sick, or simply wants to be held and played with. At eleven months, Usopp’s little cousin still can’t talk, which is normal according to the books, but makes it incredibly hard to communicate with him. He makes ah! and oh! sounds to express joy, contentment or wonder, delicate and cheerful sounds that remind you of a bird chirping, clapping his little hands and stomping his feet, but nothing more; and then, of course, he cries. He cries all the time. 

🤎 Mostly it’s for attention. He likes to be held and entertained, especially by Usopp or you but, if neither is available, any of your friends will suffice; Luffy and the others offer their help when needed (including Zoro, who once even tries having the baby hold his sword) but sometimes it’s so frustrating you feel like crying as well, matching the high-pitched shrieks that fill the ship day and night. You haven’t had a moment’s rest since Aso arrived among you, and no matter how nice it is to play with him and tell him stories and help him learn to walk crouching only a few feet apart, you only wish you could actually talk to him, and have the baby tell you exactly what’s wrong, what he wants, and what you can do to make him better. “I’m doing everything wrong.” you lament one day, after Aso felt sick and vomited on your best shirt, while Usopp unsuccessfully tries to comfort you; you could never tell him, but the fact he’s much better than you at taking care of the child fills you with frustration as well as admiration “I can’t help him at all; he’s uncomfortable and I can’t even understand why!” 

🤎 You probably shouldn’t take it personally, but you can’t help it. The baby is not related to you, technically speaking, he hasn’t been entrusted to you, but he might become your adoptive nephew soon, and equally important, he’s your boyfriend’s cousin. He is the most fragile, helpless creature you’ve ever met, and he has no one else in the world apart from the two of you; you never thought about having children of your own, for now at least, but for some reason you don’t mind spending most of your day, and night, taking care of Aso, sacrificing your time and your money to make sure he’s well and safe and happy. You don’t rationally decide I’m going to protect him with my life or I will be a mother to him, however short our time together will be, nor you promise it out loud; it simply happens, and when you share a relieved smile with Usopp above the crib in which the baby has finally fallen asleep, you know in your heart he feels the same.  

🤎 Not all of it is bad, fortunately; despite the losses he has already suffered, Aso is a happy, extroverted child, and within two days the whole crew is completely in love with him, almost fighting for the privilege of playing with him. Among the things the lawyer brought from his old home there’s an old pushchair with a broken wheel, that your boyfriend promptly repairs so that the two of you can take the baby out for a walk, which you quickly realise is a foolproof method to calm him down when he’s fussy. The child is curious about everything, from the shadows reflected on the walls to the music wafting out of a kiosk you stop at to buy an ice-cream; you always make sure to make him wear a hat, given the warmth of the summer days. Sometimes people stop to look at him, cooing over his adorably suspicious expression as poor Aso finds himself surrounded by strangers; you seem too young to be parents already, several people comment looking at you, with more reproach than open surprise. You usually ignore them, while Usopp doesn’t mind explaining the circumstances that have led you to look after his little cousin, except for an occasion, when a particularly disapproving old woman openly chides you for indulging your sexual urges without taking the necessary precautions, he winks at her as he nods towards you. “Well, you know, madam, when you have a woman this sexy by your side it’s hard not to jump her bones, every day of the week and twice on Sunday!” The woman blushes furiously and quickly leaves, mumbling something about the insolence of today’s youth, and you, who usually dislike discussing your private matters with strangers, beam at your boyfriend, proud of how he closed the old busybody’s mouth. 

🤎 Aso hasn’t learnt to walk properly yet, which is not unusual for his age according to the books you keep looking for in every library and bookstore you encounter; he usually crawls, quite fast as well when he wants to reach something that has attracted his attention, but the most he can do in a standing position is wobble left and right for a few seconds, and then fall on his rump. You decide to help him reach that important milestone before you can introduce him to your sister and her husband: since Usopp spends all his time playing with the child and building and repairing tools and toys for him, you’ll be teaching him to walk. 

🤎 Your training mainly involves carrying Aso to the deck, waiting for the child to stand on his own and then holding a toy or his favourite snack a few feet from him, and hoping he’ll decide to come get it. For a few days your efforts yield no results; Aso eyes the slice of apple, or the stuffed caterpillar in your hand, tries to reach for it with his chubby little hand, but only seldom he tries actually advancing to claim his prize, and when he does he invariably falls on his rump. Vaguely frustrated and disappointed, you obviously don’t take it out on the baby, preferring to gently encourage him to try again. You don’t remember when you were the one being taught to walk, obviously, but unless your parents were completely different people from what you remember of your childhood, you doubt you were treated with the patience and encouragement you now know Aso needs and deserves; not for nothing your sister decided to move as far as she could after getting married.

🤎 One day Aso finally manages to take a single wobbly step in your direction, but then he falls, forward this time, hitting his head. Five minutes later Usopp rushes to you, and to the baby crying loud enough to wake the dead that you are observing sitting on the deck, preoccupied but unmoving. “(name), what in the world are you doing? Don’t you see he’s hurt?” your boyfriend exclaims, lifting the baby in his arms and checking his head for bruises “What happened?” You don’t like the accusing tone Usopp is using, but you tell him that his little cousin simply fell as he tried walking towards you. “And why didn’t you hug him or try to console him? Don’t you hear how he cries?” “I know! But the books say it’s alright sometimes to let them cry it out, because it might help them sleep…”

🤎 You’re both stressed. Dead tired. Worried. In a word, no matter how fond you have both grown of the baby and how much joy he has brought in your lives, you are both exhausted, and that state of things leads you to do something that rarely happens otherwise: you quarrel. Usopp starts accusing you of neglecting the baby and not caring if he gets hurt; you retort telling him that you’re just trying your best to educate him, and since Aso has already stopped crying, he can’t have gotten hurt too much, can he? You hate this, the two of you scolding and reprimanding each other, despite everything that you have shared since you were little more than babies; you’ve never been as close to anyone as you are to Usopp, and you know even the most inseparable couple can fight occasionally, but suddenly you feel him far, farther than if the two of you were standing on the two opposite extremes of the Grand Line. “I’m only trying to protect him! He’s not going to always have someone to take care of him, he has to learn to dry his own tears!” you try to explain, still convinced you are in the right and frustrated Usopp can’t seem to understand. Your boyfriend shakes his head; he’s holding Aso (who has started crying even louder, as if he had perceived the tension between his two caretakers) protectively against his chest, as if to shield him from someone who could hurt him - someone like you. “Young as he is he needs to be protected, not taught! The fact that you had a horrible childhood doesn’t mean other children should as well! If you can’t take care of my cousin, what will you do when we have children of…?”

🤎 Usopp slaps his hand on his mouth, but the damage is done. You stare mutely at him, unsure of what you’re more shocked by; the fact that your boyfriend, the man who swears he loves you and knows how painful the subject is for you, has spoken so callously of your dysfunctional family situation, or that he has admitted he wants to have children with you. You also wonder which of the two topics led him to silence himself, if inappropriateness or embarrassment, but you don’t intend to ask him; you stand still, tears already filling your eyes, and “You… you bastard!” you cry, and it’s the first bad word you utter since Aso has been entrusted to your care, both you and Usopp having agreed you don’t want fuck or shit to be the baby’s first word, but for a moment you don’t care. You stomp away, deaf to Usopp’s begging you to stop and listen; you lock yourself in the girls’ cabin, sit on your bed, and cry your eyes out, ashamed and angry and helpless, and then you do what the books (those blasted books, you think; maybe it was unwise of you to blindly trust what you read, but you have no experience whatsoever with children, nor any way to ask more knowledgeable people for help! How else were you supposed to know how to take care of Aso? Are women magically endowed with all the necessary knowledge as soon as they give birth or sign the adoption papers?) say it happens sometimes to children: you cry yourself to sleep, your face still flooded with tears as your head falls on the pillow. 

🤎 It’s hunger that wakes you up a few hours later; according to the clock on the wall you have skipped dinner, so you decide to go to the kitchen to eat something. You feel somewhat rested, but still hurt and angry, and you dearly hope you won’t run into Usopp while you’re there… which is why you literally walk into your boyfriend, busy leaving a tray with your favourite foods in front of the door. “Oh! Uhm, hi.” Usopp murmurs, standing with the food still in his hands; he seems unable to meet your gaze “You skipped dinner, so, uhm, Sanji prepared… I mean, I prepared this for you. I know you’re angry, you have every reason to be, but please, at least take care of yourself.” You sigh, and finally your eyes meet; wordlessly you move to let him enter the room, and Usopp places the tray on the tiny table Nami usually uses to work on her maps. “You want me to leave?” he asks in a murmur, and you shake your head silently as you sit and start eating, more famished than you had realised being; Sanji is a world-class chef, but no one has ever prepared better tomato, anchovies and chilli pepper spaghetti than the ones Usopp makes for you. The food is delicious… but that doesn’t mean you’re ready to forgive him. “I’m sorry, (name); I’m so sorry…” “About what?” “You know; about what I said. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I should have remembered how painful it is for you to talk about your family; I… I think I just saw Aso crying inconsolably on the floor, and I got worried. I couldn’t believe you were just sitting there without helping him; I should have imagined it wasn’t simple neglect.” “It wasn’t; and maybe I was wrong, maybe I should have acted differently, but you know I had never taken care of a child before, so I can’t always know what to do.” you point out, your mouth still full “And in any case, you shouldn’t have spoken of my parents; it’s not my fault I never had a loving mom and dad whose example I can follow. I did what I could the little I knew.”

🤎 Having a belly full of good food makes you more forgiving. You and Usopp talk, sitting side by side on your bed with his hand in yours, and both admit the stress and anxiety that the child’s presence has filled your days with have taken their toll; neither has had a full night’s sleep in almost three weeks, and equally frustrating, you haven’t had a minute for yourselves, even if just a simple walk to enjoy an ice cream or a picnic on the beach; both of you have grown to care deeply for the baby, but taking care of him and worrying about whatever risk he may incur as soon as you turn your head the other way is sapping your energy. You’re going to reach the island your sister lives on in two or three days, which means that if everything goes as you hope you will soon entrust Aso to people way better equipped than you to take care of him, but you’re not sure you’ll resist until then without throwing a fit another time. “I’m just so tired.” you confess, resting your cheek against Usopp’s shoulder, both because you enjoy feeling him close and because despite your recent nap you’re still tired, more mentally and emotionally than physically “And the worst thing is, I feel like I’m doing everything wrong; he cries all the time, and I can never bathe him without half of the water ending up on the floor…”

🤎 Usopp murmurs that in his opinion you’re actually doing a great job; in fact, he doesn’t know what he would have done if he had to look after the child by himself. “I’ll never thank you enough for everything you’re doing for Aso, and for me.” “You don’t need to thank me; he’s your family, which means… well, that he’s mine as well, sort of…” You bite your lip, intimately grateful that Usopp knows how much you care for him and you hope for a future together, because it is still hard, after so many years together, to say it out loud; your boyfriend smiles, affection filling his warm brown eyes, as he circles your shoulders with his arm, and a moment later you are lying on the bed, holding each other close. You share a single, chaste but intense kiss before making yourself comfortable, Usopp’s arm now around your waist, your hand on his chest, your legs intertwined. “Earlier, while we were arguing… you mentioned us having children.” you murmur, happy in your boyfriend’s embrace; living on the same ship, it would be almost impossible for the two of you not to spend time together, but you had missed this - you had missed him. 

🤎 Usopp blushes adorably. “Well, I know we have never talked about it, but… I like taking care of Aso, and he clearly adores you; I understand if these three weeks make you swear off children forever, but maybe… one day, when we’re older, and we have both achieved our dreams, and by that time I swear I’ll have learnt to put a diaper on…” “I’d like that.” “You don’t have to answer now, just… what?” “I said, I’d like that.” you murmur, and Usopp’s shocked but happy expression makes a smile blossom on your lips “In a few years,  once we’ve learnt to look after ourselves first… having a child or two would be nice. I… don’t know what it means to be a good mom, but I think I can learn, starting with doing the exact opposite of what my parents did.” Usopp smiles. “You’ll be an excellent mom.” he promises; he kisses you on the forehead, and soon after you’re both sleeping soundly, feeling just like you wish Aso would: relaxed, happy, and safe, close to the people you love.

🤎 The next day you are both sitting at the kitchen table, you peeling the potatoes Sanji has brought back from the market - the most complex task you can be entrusted with, cooking-wise; Usopp, next to you, is peeling an apple, while Aso sits on a blanket on the floor. The child is unusually well-behaved, playing quietly with his stuffed caterpillar, but suddenly he starts whining, waving his little hands towards Usopp; he wears a shirt that he has vomited on for the third time this morning, but you have washed it with an home-made soap of your sister’s invention, and the fabric has returned to its original colour. “Ah, sorry, little one, but it’s too early for you to eat.” Usopp says as he nods towards the fruit in his hand, making you smile. “What makes you think he wants food, rather than playing or something else? He can’t talk.” “I noticed he likes apples, and always wants some when he sees someone has one.” Usopp explains “Which is good, since at least it's healthy… oh… oh, my…”

🤎 You follow Usopp’s gaze back to the baby, who has gotten up to his feet and… is now walking towards you, the determined expression on his little face pushing him forward on his still wobbly legs. It takes the baby maybe three minutes to cover a distance of a few feet, and he falls once, but he succeeds, and in the end he’s standing in front of Usopp, his hand raised to claim the prize that your boyfriend, still flabbergasted, wordlessly hands over, placing the apple slice in Aso’s tight grasp. “I can’t believe it!” you exclaim, elated “He has learned to walk! Oh, good job, little one!” You lift the child, busy enjoying his treat, on your lap “He wanted something and he came to get it! That’s a good attitude, it’ll serve you well when you’re older…” You and Usopp share a smile, and he kisses the top of his little cousin’s head. 

🤎 There are so many things you’re scared of, regarding Aso. That he falls sick, given the fact your crew doesn’t have a doctor yet and neither you nor Usopp know anything about medicine; that he falls from your arms as you walk, with the potentially dramatic consequences you don’t even bear thinking about; that someone kidnaps him from his pushchair while you are distracted buying groceries or talking to your boyfriend. Fortunately nothing of it happens, but there is a terrible moment in which Aso does run a terrible risk, the day before you’re due to finally (or unfortunately?) reach your destination. You’re taking a nap in your cabin, taking advantage of the fact Usopp is playing with the baby, when suddenly your boyfriend is calling for you - he’s screaming, desperation and anguish filling his voice as he asks for help. You rush to the kitchen, without even stopping to put your shirt on, and find Usopp kneeling on the floor with Aso in his arms, the poor child struggling to breathe. “I think… I think he has swallowed something.” your boyfriend confesses helplessly “I’m sorry, I just turned my back for a moment… he’s suffocating, I don’t know what to do…!”

🤎 There have been moments in your life when you have been afraid. When your mother, completely drunk, raised the largest kitchen knife with one hand as he held you, guilty of having hidden the rent money from her, with the other; the time some older children pushed you in the water from the pier, late at night, before you learned to swim; when the neighbour’s dog bit you in the arm (and then Usopp, trembling with fear, chased him away with a broom) when you were ten and you were told they’d probably have to amputate. Yes, you do know fear, but nothing has ever terrified you like the scene in front of your eyes, an helpless child desperately trying to breathe as a foreign body blocks his trachea. He could die any minute, any second, and even if he survives the lack of oxygen could have devastating consequences on his brain… 

🤎 You need to act now. You tend to freeze when you’re scared, fear making you unable to move and defend yourself, but now you can’t afford to be idle, not for you but for Aso, who can only count on your help, and thank all the Gods you don’t fail him. You have read about the risk of accidental suffocation among babies in one of your books, and even though you don’t actively think back to the content of those pages, your body knows what to do. You quickly walk up to Usopp, wordlessly take the baby from his hands and kneel; you place Aso’s little body along your forearm, your bent leg supporting it, and hit him between the shoulderblades, mentally counting to five; then you turn him (he’s still gasping for air, Usopp silently crying by your side) and give five more thrusts. “Fuck!” you cry, once again unmindful of the dirty language you’re using; in that moment you’d be ready to give your life, to offer your soul to damnation and to commit the most unspeakable acts, to save his life “Come on, little one, breathe…”

🤎 And finally the responsible for all of that fear and danger comes out; a tiny plastic cube, broken off from one of Aso’s toys, that the baby had inadvertently swallowed as he munched on it and that finally falls from his lips. A moment later Aso is crying desperately, his loud and terrified but healthy and free screams filling the ship, and you have never felt a more beautiful sound in your life; you lull him in your arms, and Usopp cries as he embraces the both of you. “Thank the Gods you were here.” he sobs; you thought you had seen him upset after his mother’s death, but this was thousand times worse, because while he had no way of helping poor Banchina, your boyfriend was responsible for Aso, and you know guilt would have haunted him for the rest of his life if something had happened to the baby “Oh, thank the Gods… I was so scared, I didn’t know…”

🤎 “It’s alright; he’s alright.” you tell him, again and again, but it takes all three of you a while to bounce back from the shock; you give Aso some hot milk to soothe the pain of his throat, and later you sing his favourite lullaby to make him fall asleep while Usopp looks at you from the room’s door, his arm resting against the wall. “I still can’t believe he’s alright; I just turned my head once for a few seconds, I needed some water, and he could have died - or worse.” he murmurs when you join him outside; he’s hugging himself, his head bent low in shame “If only you hadn’t been there…” “Well, I was; and we’ll be more careful from now on.” you point out “It’s not your fault, Usopp, it happens to every child sooner or later…” He embraces you with a tired sigh, and you hold him tight, your back resting against the corridor’s wall, both of you attempting to leave that terrible moment behind you, both relieved it’s over and Aso is fine, and still scared it might happen again. Fortunately you are a light sleeper, you think, which means you’ll immediately wake up should the baby start struggling to breathe, but nevertheless…

🤎 And then Usopp starts kissing you. Not on the mouth, rather on the side of your throat, that tiny point that makes you see stars when stimulated, and no one knows it better than your boyfriend. A sudden moan escapes your lips while Usopp’s plush lips gently suck on your neck, his hands moving up and down your waist and hips. “Usopp, what…” “Ssh… I’m rewarding you.” he murmurs in your ear, his tone low and intimate in a way you rarely hear and that makes you shiver in such a pleasant way “You have been amazing, you saved Aso’s life… I need to show you how grateful I am…” You could go somewhere more private, either his cabin or yours, since it’s too early for the others to decide to go to sleep, but before you have time to propose to stop only for the few seconds it’d take you to cross the corridor Usopp’s mouth has claimed yours in a searing kiss, his tongue quickly finding yours, and any capacity for rational thought escapes you. Even though you’ve been intimate for years and after you’ve told him a thousand times how attractive you find him and how good he makes you feel, Usopp is still awkward, even insecure when it comes to sex, which is more terribly endearing - most of the times; there are moments, uncommon but each of them carved in your memory, in which a bolder, more uninhibited man takes his place, and then… then there’s no knowing what is going to happen. 

🤎 You’re moaning under your breath, mindful of the child sleeping only a few feet away but unable to control yourself, as Usopp seduces you with the simple pressure of his mouth on yours; you caress his soft black hair, and a moment later his body is pressed against yours, his desire hot and heavy against your pelvis, and you swear out loud, for the first time in the last three weeks (three weeks in which you and your boyfriend never had a moment for yourselves, at most sharing a chaste kiss goodnight before parting so that one of you could stand guard next to Aso while the other rested) more aroused than your left hand can help you with. Usopp smiles at you, well aware of the effect his sudden amorous attack is having on you; having been a couple since you were children you have explored your pleasure together, at first not even knowing fully which parts of your bodies had to connect and in time discovering what you liked and how to make each other happy. You like sex as much as the next person, but you know it’s the deep bond between you and your boyfriend that makes it special, the trust and affection you have built since you were children more important than any specific knowledge in the arts of love; you have always known it, and you know it again when your boyfriend stops ravishing your mouth to rest his forehead against yours. “I wouldn’t know what to do without you, you know?” he murmurs “Not just with Aso; I need you, (name). I-I love you so much.” “I love you too, Usopp.” you answer; you know you’re blushing furiously and you don’t care “And don’t worry; you’ll never get rid of me.”

🤎 Usopp lifts your shirt to expose your chest, and as he kisses and bites your breast gently his free hand has already cupped your sex through your clothes, easily finding your core despite the fabric separating then; he smiles up again, already aware of how wet you are. “If someone sees us…” “You want to stop?” “Gods, no.” you decide, cupping his face in your hands to kiss him again. You both fumble with your pants, and Usopp only allows you to pump his already hard cock a few times before reminding you in a whisper that today he’s taking care of you. He stretches you delicately with his fingers to make sure he’s not hurting you, and a moment later he’s pushed himself inside, your left leg wrapped around his waist as he thrusts inside you, doing what you have promised years ago, when you were still too young to know what love was but knew already you were meant to be together: you hold each other, take care of each other, and don’t let go. In the end, your boyfriend’s kisses still hot on your lips, you return to Aso, sleeping peacefully in his crib, blissfully unaware of what his temporary parents were up to until a minute ago; you smile as you brush your fingers against his cheek, careful not to wake him up. 

🤎 “I’m sorry for you, little one.” you murmur “He would have been an amazing dad.”

🤎 The Merry comes into view of the island your sister lives on in the morning of the twenty-second day since Aso has entered your and Usopp’s lives; it gets bigger by the minute, a favourable wind pushing your ship in the right direction. Standing on the deck with the child in your arms, you don’t quite know what to feel: joy for the imminent reunion with the only member of your family who has ever truly loved you, relief for the moment you’ll finally entrust Aso to people older and wiser than you… or something else. “Well, here we are then; I’m sure your sister and her husband will fall in love with this little one as soon as they see him.” Usopp comments walking up to you, the apparently happy tone of his voice betraying the same ambivalence you feel in your heart; you share a look, for once unable to be strong for each other “And they will decide to keep him; which is good. I mean, It’s not like I want to get rid of him or anything, but…” “I know; I-I don’t want either.” you confess; you know placing the baby in the care of an older, sedentary couple, with a nice home and enough money to cover his needs, will be a much better arrangement for Aso than with a couple of teenagers like you, who live on a ship and have already spent all the little money Usopp’s aunt had left, but you can’t deny you have grown very fond of the baby, and saying goodbye will be… painful.

🤎 The island’s harbour is now close enough you can distinguish a person with the same eye and hair colour as you, standing on the pier. It’s your sister, who excitedly waves her arm in your direction, and whose greeting you force yourself to return: you could bet your life that she and her husband will be amazing parents, that they will love and protect Aso and take care of his needs, both material and spiritual, but it’s not too late, the most fearful part of your heart tells you, you’re still in time to turn the ship around and escape… “(name).” Usopp murmurs; he’s not even bothering to try smiling, and you can see heartbreak in his warm brown eyes “We can’t stop now; this is what’s best for him, no matter how painful it could be for us.” “I know.” you murmur; you’ve never considered yourself a greedy person, nor you thought you could get so attached to a child who is not directly related to you and who you have known for less than a month, but the little creature in your arms has changed you, and your life, in a way you couldn’t imagine, and whatever happens you know you’ll never make peace with having to give him away “I know we can barely take care of ourselves, but I can’t help wishing…” “I know, baby; and I feel the same.” Usopp murmurs; he kisses Aso’s little head, and then looks at you, determined despite the pain “We need to be strong now; for him.”

🤎 You both find some comfort in discovering that your sister and her husband are thrilled about Aso’s arrival; the two of you share a warm hug and promise to find some time for yourselves  to talk, but your sister’s attention is quickly drawn to the child in your arms, who seems to quickly take a liking to her. Her husband has taken a day off from work to focus on the baby; you and Usopp meet him at their house, where a nursery has already been prepared for Aso, with toys and clothes bought especially for him, as well as tons of baby food. Already experienced in the care of children thanks to their job, they’re both good, kind-hearted people, if not rich at least capable to meet the necessary expenses for the rearing of a child, and clearly did their best to prepare for Aso’s arrival, even before knowing for sure you and Usopp will decide to entrust him to their care. “He couldn’t find better parents.” your boyfriend murmurs as you both look at your sister’s husband showing Aso an illustrated book “I mean, a doctor and a nursery teacher? And look, he loves them already. It’s a match made in heaven.”

🤎 You have to agree, and as you all spend some time together, it’s quickly evident not only that your sister and her husband will be excellent parents, but also that Aso feels comfortable in their company, even more at ease than he was on his first days with you and Usopp - a fact you severely forbid yourself from feeling jealous over. The town they live in in a nice place, safe, with good schools (including the nursery your sister works at, and where they plan to enrol Aso at once he’ll be old enough) and parks where the children can play and socialise; you couldn’t find a reason to oppose their adoption of Aso even if you wanted to - and you don’t want to, no matter what your heart and the most egotistical part of you say. In the end, you and Usopp have a long, serious conversation with them, and the morning after you all formalise the child’s adoption at the town hall. “We’ll take good care of him; I promise, we will protect him with our life.” your sister tells you as you share an embrace, and there is a touch of guilt in her eyes, proof that despite the years you have spent apart she can still read your heart easily, like your parents never bothered trying to do. “Usopp told me it was you who proposed we take the child; this was an enormous gift, (name), I’ll never thank you enough.”

🤎 There is no need to thank you and you tell her, even though you are very pleased for her and her husband; they and Aso will make each other very happy, and that is what counts the most. They’ll be a family, while you and Usopp have been… what? A pair of children taking care of another? A couple doing their best to keep Aso alive and who felt exhausted after only three weeks? Whatever it was it’s over, and the sooner you make peace with that situation the better it will be for you… and for your boyfriend, who is probably even more devastated than you are, since he and Aso clearly adore each other, and the child is his cousin by blood, maybe the only relative he has left after his mother died and his father took to the sea. 

🤎 The night after he has formally terminated his parental rights, you find Usopp sitting alone on the deck, and after a moment of hesitation you decide to join him. “Are you mad at me? Because I’d understand if you were.” you murmur, and he looks at you, clearly taken aback. “Mad at you? What for?” “Well, for suggesting my sister and her husband take Aso. I know we agreed it’d be the right thing to do, but…” “(name), no!” Usopp immediately reassures you “I’m sad, but you did nothing wrong. If anything I should thank you; if it weren’t for them I wouldn’t have known what to do with Aso.” “So… we’re alright? You and me, I mean.” “Of course we’re alright; I couldn’t have done this without you.”

🤎 Comforted, you remain with Usopp for a while, your cheek resting on his shoulder as he holds your hand in both of his; you both admire the starry sky above, even though neither can help thinking that this will be your first night without Aso since you’ve met him. A night of full sleep, without the baby’s desperate crying keeping you awake and wondering what is wrong with him, will be nice, but… “We couldn’t keep him.” you murmur in the end in what is both a question and a reassurance “I mean, it’s been difficult looking after him for only three weeks, I don’t think we would have managed…” “Of course not; I’ll miss him, but we had to do what’s best for him. We both grew up without our parents, and it wasn’t easy; Aso deserves better.” You’re being strong for each other, able to offer reassurance even though you’re both anguished; you hold hands for a long time, and without the need to talk both you and your boyfriend know that no matter how painful the separation from the child will be, you’ll be fine, because you’ll have each other to count on. 

🤎 The next morning, the crew prepares to leave the island; you envy the relative ease with which your friends say good-bye to Aso. All of them have grown fond of the baby, but none of them shares what you and Usopp are feeling - the excruciating feeling of loss of giving up something that has quickly become a part of you, or at least that might have been so, had  things been different. You and Usopp are on the pier with your sister and her husband, their new son in your arms; you kiss his brow, well aware that while his parents will certainly tell him about you, Aso will remember nothing of the time you have spent together, which does not make those three weeks less precious, but it does seem unfair. “Good-bye, my little love.” you murmur “You have shown me I can be something I never thought I could, and for this you have my thanks.”

🤎 Letting him go is the hardest thing you have ever done, but finally the child is in Usopp’s arms, giggling happily as he tries to grab at your boyfriend’s bandanna; Usopp manages to smile, even though tears have filled his eyes. “So here we are, young man.” he says “You better take care of your mom and dad, and remember everything (name) and I have taught you…” The child listens on, his eyes -eyes that he must have inherited from his mother, because they are the same colour as his cousin’s- open wide as if he had never heard anything so interesting; then he raises his arm, places his little hand against Usopp’s cheek and says, his little voice perfectly clear: “Papa?”

🤎 He didn’t simply repeat a word he has heard; you and Usopp have told him your sister and her husband are his new mom and dad, and you have no idea where Aso has heard that word, and you don’t care, not as you see Usopp tearing up. “I’m not your papa, baby.” he murmurs before kissing the baby’s cheek, blowing a raspberry to make him laugh “But I have been for three weeks, and those have been the best of my life. Be good for me, alright?” He carefully passes the baby to your sister, who smiles softly, well aware of the sacrifice you’re making. “I hope you know you can come back; every time you want.” she warns you, and you both nod, well aware that you’ll have to stay away at least for a few years, until Aso learns to consider her and her husband as his real parents, a family he will be part of forever and that hopefully will never let him down. “Look after him.” you beg her, well aware you don’t need to but unable to control yourself, and she nods. “We will; you have my word.”

🤎 You and Usopp hold hands as you walk back to the ship, quickly helping your friends push it into the sea; you both wave your hand in farewell, and see Aso doing the same as your sister holds him to her chest, and the island and the people standing on its pier become nothing more than tiny spots on the horizon. “He’ll forget us soon.” Usopp predicts, with only a touch of melancholy “Not because he doesn’t care, but he’s so young…” “I know; but he’ll grow up safe, and happy, and cared for, and that’s what matters.” You share a smile, your hands finding each other once more. “One day.” you promise, and your boyfriend nods; you know, without the need to ask, he’s not just thinking about your sister’s offer. “One day.” he agrees “Once we’re ready.”

[kpopsexstories]

Kissing Booth Ep. 2 – Jisung jealously watches Chenle have sex with a girl

‘Kissing Booth’ is a fictional podcast hosted by boyfriends Chenle and Jisung. In it they discuss love, sex and relationships. This Kissing Booth Tumblr series is excerpts from the couple's most sexual conversations on the show.

EPISODE 2: JEALOUS

Chenle: Have you ever been jealous of me?

Jisung: Never. You're not that big of a deal.

Chenle: *Pfft* I got more Instagram followers than you.

Jisung: Do you? Are you sure?

Chenle: Yeah! Of course I'm sure. Why do you never believe me?

Jisung: You're not the most reliable person…

Chenle: Let me rephrase. Have I ever made you jealous?

Jisung: Yeah. Lots of times. There was a period when I couldn't even stand another person looking at you. You're mine!

Chenle: So possessive. That's usually my style.

Jisung: You like it though. I don't know, you're a possessive boyfriend that's for sure, but I think in the right circumstances I'm even worse.

Chenle: Like when?

Jisung: Remember Lea?

Chenle: Ah, Lea! Now that was good sex!

Jisung: Fuck you! It was average at best.

Chenle: How would you know?

Jisung: …

Chenle: What?

Jisung: *Smirks*

Chenle: Whaat?

Jisung: I was jealous, okay! We should never have been on that stupid break. You made my heart ache.

Chenle: I love it when you're jealous.

Jisung: I was sooo jealous, I'm not ashamed to admit it. I know she was your childhood love but you were mine and I hated her.

Chenle: You don't hate her. Besides you she's still my best friend.

Jisung: I know, I don't hate her now. But back then I did.

Chenle: So… How would you know if our sex was good? What haven't you told me?

Jisung: Don't kill me okay?

Chenle: What? Just tell me!

Jisung: I heard you. I got curious. So I snuck in.

Chenle: Lol, what the hell?

Jisung: Hey, it's not my fault you didn't lock the freakin’ door! And I can't believe you didn't notice me. I snuck in and hid in the closet. I saw the whole thing. No way some girl was gonna take my baby from me and violate him without my consent.

Chenle: I can't believe you're telling me this now, live on air. I had no idea!

Jisung: Yeah, you didn't. Because I'm awesome.

Chenle: And jealous?

Jisung: So jealous! When I first heard you guys it felt like I was gonna die. When I saw your cute little but on top of her I wanted to scream. But then it got kinda exciting.

Chenle: Please don't tell me you…

Jisung: I did.

Chenle: IN MY CLOSET?

Jisung: In your underwear actually. I didn't have any tissues.

Chenle: WHILE WATCHING MY GIRLFRIEND?

Jisung: She wasn't your girlfriend.

Chenle: But we were on a break!

Jisung: Worst time of my life.

Chenle: I fucking love you.

Jisung: …

Chenle: Lol, I can't believe you did that!

Jisung: And I'm telling you, you weren't that great.

Chenle: Oh shut up.

Jisung: You sort of just lay there…

Chenle: I was enjoying it. It was nice to be the top for once.

Jisung: I don't think you call it that when it's with a girl.

Chenle: Whatever. But was I really that bad?

Jisung: No, you were freakin’ hot baby. The way your little ass moved up and down. It made me so hard.

Chenle: Thank you. That's what I want to hear.

Jisung: …but I don't think Lea would agree. She didn't seem that into it.

Chenle: Oh fuck you.

Jisung: *Winks* Any time.

Chenle: Well at least you were jealous. That's all that matters to me.

Jisung: So jealous babe. Promise me you'll never do that to me again.

Chenle: Promise me you won't sneak into my room when I'm having sex.

Jisung: I don't need to.

Chenle: Yes you do or we're over.

Jisung: No, because I'm already in the room with you, stupid.

Chenle: Right. I didn't like that break either. Promise we'll never break up again?

Jisung: Why should I?

Chenle: The only one you can have sex with ever again is me okay?

Jisung: Hmm, I'm not sure I can promise that. What if I have a Lea in my life too?

Chenle: Jisung Park! Promise me!

Jisung: Why? Jealous much?

Chenle: Whatever dude. I didn't sneak into your room.

Jisung: Ehm, that's not true!

Chenle: When?

Jisung: Like all the time when we were trainees.

Chenle: Oh, right. Yeeah, I did do that a lot didn't I?

Jisung: All the freakin’ time.

Chenle: And I was great wasn't I?

Jisung: The best! So horny. We were so inexperienced back then but laying there secretly touching each other felt really good. Makes my heart flutter just thinking about it.

Chenle: I guess it was always better with you.

Jisung: Because I'm jealous and possessive?

Chenle: Because I love you. I don't actually want you to ever feel jealous. I love you too much to want to hurt you like that. I'm sorry.

Jisung: It's alright. Like I said, Lea didn't think you were that good anyway so I'm not worried.

Chenle: Whatever dude.

[lyn-js]

Home Sweet Home | Chapter 9. Call you mine

Rhett Abbott x OC Reader

Summary: Sunny Pritchett decides to move back home, but without a reason why. Once she's back she runs into her childhood best, friend Rhett Abbott. Rhett seems very surprised to see her. Not only that, but he sees she has a small child on her hip. Will Sunny try to reconnect with Rhett and tell him the real reason you she's moved back. Or will her past come back and find her until everything blows up.

Warnings: Mental and Physical abuse, PTSD flashbacks, swearing, fighting, smut 18+

After you told Rhett about everything that had happened with Gabe, you felt like you could breathe again. You could finally sleep in your bed, with Rhett and Ollie without having a gruesome nightmare about him. Being able to love again, and letting someone finally love you back. And you were so happy it could be Rhett.

You felt so at peace with yourself, never wanting this amazing feeling to end. Being able to wake up next to Rhett, seeing him give a dopey smile as he always looks at you. Seeing him give Ollie so much love, care, and affection whenever they are around each other. Your heart was about to explode with love and happiness with how much he cared about you.

Sometimes you and Rhett would sleep over at each other houses, he would come over to your house, and you would come over to his. So you decided you and Ollie would sleep over at the Abbotts tonight. But first, you both were going to the fair to see Rhett and his bull ride. You both got dressed but you wanted to surprise Rhett with what Ollie was wearing tonight. 

You two were on the phone earlier and you asked what he was wearing tonight. Of course, you wanted to match the colors he was wearing but when Ollie found out you all were going to see Rhett. You watched your baby find a little sparkle in his eye, and he was bouncing up and down so excited to see his new best friend tonight. Your heart melted once again when he asked you “I match Rhetty momma?” you would deny that boy anything in the whole wide world. So both of you got dressed in your matching outfits and off you, Ollie, your mom, and dad to the fair.

When you all arrive you see Rhett standing in the parking lot next to his truck, where there was luckily an open space, so you park next to him and you can hear Ollie in the back being able to see his Rhetty. So when you go into the space, you put the car in park and unlock the doors so Rhett can get Ollie out of his car seat.

When he opens the door you turn around in your seat to get his reaction. Hey Bubba, what are you-” he stops speaking when he finally gets a good look when Ollie’s out of his seat. Ollie leaps into Rhett’s arms and wraps his little arms around his neck. “I match wif you Rhetty!” wiggling in Rhett’s arms still excited to be near him. You finally get out of the front seat walk over to him drape your arms around his shoulders and give him a quick peck on the cheek. When you are both looking at each other, you see him giving you a smirk.

“What are ya looking at me like that for cowboy?” you ask him knowing already what he was going to say. “Have I said I love you yet Sunny-girl?” he asks moving closer to your face. “I would say maybe… Ten times today.” you both let out a chuckle. “And I’m not gonna stop sayin’ it for a long time baby.” he kisses you on the lips, but that is broken up by Ollie giggling and breaking you two up. “Where did you find this little piece,” he asked while tickling your baby in the belly. “Well, I do remember him saying he wanted to dress like Rhetty. He was begging on his little hands and knees. And you know I can’t resist that face.” You say in a pleading voice. Rhett looks back over at Ollie again, “Is that right little man?” Your baby nods quickly and is still giggling. “Also because he’s a mini version of you baby. I would resist either of you.” Giving Ollie a little kiss on the cheek and giving you a kiss on the lips. You can hear the announcer call up the next rider, and realizes Rhett was going to be up next. So he walks both of you over to the stands and hands Ollie back to you. He starts to fuss a little bit but Rhett tells him he will see him after his ride, ollie just nods and puts his face back into your neck. You wish him luck and go up to the stands with the rest of your family. 

Once again Rhett won, and he beat his record again. Everyone in the stands was cheering and celebrating his amazing win. Everybody was now exiting about the stands, all heading home. You tell your mom and dad that you’ll be staying at Rhett’s and will be home tomorrow. So they say goodbye to you and Ollie, and you see them make their way out. Next, you go and walk up to Cecila and Royal telling them you were going to meet them at their house. They also say goodbye and make their way out, now you have to go find your winning cowboy.

You were trying not to get mixed up and lost, so you waited in the stands until you could get a clear walkway to go and see Rhett. When the fair has died down a little you make your way down and follow the path to Rhett’s trailer. But for some odd reason something didn’t sit right with you. Something didn’t feel right. You turn around to see if anything was behind you. But nothing was there. Just some people closing up different booths and others making their way to their cars. You turn back around and pick up your speed trying to get away and to Rhett as fast as possible. 

“Hey Sunny-girl? Why are ya runnin’ from me.” You stop dead in your tracks. Your body can’t move. You pulverized with fear. “This is a dream. You’re going to wake up and everything is going to be fine,” you thought to yourself. But, you slowly turn around and see your horrifying past staring right in front of you. You want to forget so hard, you were finally starting to be happy again. You had peace, comfort, and protection from the people you love. You had Rhett in your life. But apparently, none of that mattered right now. You can start to feel Ollie gripping tighter to you, balling your t-shirt into his tiny little fists. You can also see him wobble his lip and see tears coming out of his eyes. “So this is what I find when I come here. You whoring yourself around, not being a good mother to your son,” he spits.

You start to back away but Gabe keeps moving forward to you. “W-what are you doing here G-gabe?” you ask him in a cowering voice. “I came to take back what's mine, pretty girl. You and that little bastard too.” He points over to Ollie. You pull him closer to you. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you piece of shit!.” you keep moving backward until your back hits a trailer. “Oh no, Your both going with me, and you are never going to see your precious Rhetty again. Ya hear me?” 

Just as he was about to stand in your space see someone push him back away from you. “You can stay the fuck away from her!” You can see it was Rhett backing Gabe away from you. “Oh, so you're the guys that she’s been sleeping around with. Tell me, man, how long did it take for her to open her legs for you-” He was cut off by Rhett sucker punching him square in the face. You see him fall on his ass, clutching onto his nose, you can see the blood seeping through his hands and falling onto his shirt. Rhett kneels to Gabe's level and speaks to him.

Rhett clenches his fists into his shirt trying to make sure he had Gabe's full attention. A few seconds later we can see Joy walking over to us. “Is there a problem overhear?” You nod quickly and she moves over toward you trying to solve this problem. Rhett moves to stand over to Gabe and makes sure he doesn’t move to go anywhere. “He’s my ex, I have a restraining order against him… he just showed up out of the blue. Just… Just please don’t let him get near us. Please, Joy.” You try your hardest not to let the tears come out. You didn’t want Ollie or Rhett to see you like this, being the coward you once were when you were with Gabe. You were stronger now without him, you just want him out of your life for good.

“If you ever come near her, ever again. You’re gonna be put in the fuckin’ ground. Ya hear me, buddy?” He just nods and Rhett gets up from the ground and walks over to you and a crying Ollie. He makes sure you both are okay, and all three of you start to walk away from Gabe being put in handcuffs by Joy.

When you both are walking away and to each other's cars you can hear Ollie whimpering and see tears spilling down his face. You try your best to wipe them away and soothe him. But he keeps wanting to be held by Rhett, so you cave in and hand him over to him.

So when you get to your car you try and get Ollie into his seat but he’s not having it, he yells for Rhett but we keep telling him we're going to see him at his house. That just sends your baby into more of a fit. You see Rhett take Ollie again, and try to soothe him. “Hey, hey little man. How about I go with you and momma? Whaddya think,” he gives a little nod and gives little hiccups. “Rhett I don’t want you leaving your truck out here.” “Don’t worry baby, I’ll have one of my buddies bring it to the house tomorrow. I just want to get you and the little man home. Okay?” You knew for a fact that you weren't gonna with this argument so you just gave him a quiet “yes” and in return, gave you a quick peck on the kiss. Rhett opened your door and made sure you were buckled in before closing it, and he made sure he had everything from his truck and got into your car to head home.

As Rhett’s driving down the road, you stare out the window just thinking how you were lucky. Lucky to be alive. Safe. happy. You were back home with your family who loved you so much. You had friends you missed throughout the years. You finally had Rhett, he made sure you and Ollie were loved. Every time he looked at you, it looked like you and Ollie hung the moon and stars for him. And that goes for the same for you. But you always have a gut-wrenching feeling in your stomach, you never wanted Rhett to get involved with your fucked up life. But you were already in so deep, and you felt so much freedom, and protection from him, you would never want to walk away. You snap back into reality when Rhett releases his hand from your thigh grabs your hand, and kisses your knuckles. “He looks over at you and gives you a small smile. “Where here baby?” You see Rhett open his door, run over to your side, and open yours. Then, he grabs Ollie from his seat and the go-bag you packed for the night, and walks up the house to call this day a night.

You and Rhett both wake up to the sound of a blood-curdling scream coming from the other side of the room. You wake up out of your daze to see Ollie still lying down in his little bed that Rhett got for him a couple of weeks ago, he’s tossing and turning while still crying. You can see that his eyes are still closed, so he must be having a bad dream. So when you try to go and get up to get your son, you feel a weight on your stomach. You look over and see Rhett already getting up to go get him.

“I’ll bring him over here baby. Go back to sleep.” “You need as much sleep as me, Rhett. We have a big day tomorrow, nudging your head over to Ollie and pointing to the door.

What you found out a couple of weeks ago. Ollie and Amy had the same birthday month, and they were born 3 days apart. So, you decided with the approval of Perry, and of course, the birthday girl if she wanted to have a big birthday party for her and Ollie. The only response you got from Amy was her jumping up and down with excitement, and screaming at the top of her lungs. That got everyone waking up because you asked her during breakfast. So you would assume she was saying yes. So tomorrow while the boys were out gathering some of the horses, you were going to plan the party with Cecilia and your mom. And you wanted this to be a special party, not only for Amy because she only had some people to celebrate with her, but for Ollie as well. This would be the first party for your baby and he has more family with him. It wasn’t just you and him anymore. You have so many people around you to love and celebrate him and Amy together.

But he just gives you a “Yeah I’m winning this argument” face. You just plop back down on the mattress with your hair going askew around your face. But you look up and see Rhett try to sit down on the little bed and soothe Ollie from his nightmare. The harsh crying turned into whimpers again and you saw Rhett pick up Ollie and bring him over to the bed to lay in between you two. After lying down Ollie lays smashed into you and Rhett holds onto your sleep shirt. You start to move your hand around his light-brown curls trying to comfort him more. You hear Rhett speak up. “Do ya wanna tell us what happened bubba? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” There was a long pause, you could hear the crickets outside the windows even though they were all shut. 

“The bad man took us way.” You hear Ollie whisper, I look over to see Rhett already staring at me, I might have an idea who he was talking about. “What bad man baby, are you talking about the man who was with us earlier?” you say to him while still having your fingers through his hair, trying not to get him upset again. He gives a quiet “yes” and leans into you more. “He took momma and me away. We never get to see Rhetty again.” You try your hardest not to let any tears spill out of your eyes, you never want your baby to feel like this ever again. But, you let one singular tear spill down on your cheek and you see Rhett move closer to you and Ollie so he can wipe both of your tears away.

“Look at me both of you. As long as I’m here on this earth, and as long as there is breath in my body. I’m not going to let that bad man get you both. Ever. okay? I need to keep my family safe.” Now the waterworks were starting. You thought this couldn’t get any better, but all of a sudden you see Ollie crawl his way over to Rhett and see him lay his tiny body on his chest and close his eyes. “I love you daddy.” The water works completely stop. You both look at each other with wide eyes. You both sit up in the bed without trying to disturb Ollie from finally going back to sleep.

“I’m so sorry Rhett, If you don't want to be called that I’ll talk to him in the morning.” You stop rambling when a set of lips comes into contact with your own. Your body relaxes a little bit. “Sunny-girl, I don’t have a problem at all. Okay? I love him just as much as you because he’s a part of you. I’ll happily take that title.” You start to cry again You are just so overwhelmed with happiness, your heart might explode with love. “If you're sure, then would you be willing to finally be Ollie’s daddy?” you ask him with a watery voice. “Absolutely baby.” You lean over to kiss him again, but this kiss is filled with so much love and passion that you never want it to end. But the kiss was broken up by Rhett, and he just gives you a cheeky grin. “But you are right Sunny-girl, we do have a big day tomorrow.” You just shove his shoulder a little bit, “Smart-ass” you tell him laying back down on the mattress. “Hey, watch your language in front of our son.” you give him a serious/not serious face but leave your face when he pulls you close to his chest and gives you and Ollie a kiss on the forehead. You lay your head on his chest. And in that moment right there, just solidified your life with Rhett Abbott forever.

End.

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[bi-lavelent]

Brie Larson x fem-reader part 1

warning: contains mentions to sex and mentions of mental health. Contains mentions to murder and killing. Contains mentions to pedophillia.

Brie will not be in the chapter it is just the start. I hope you enjoy

Chapter 1 Childhood Trauma

"Mothers, everyone has one, Every girl needs them, Every man wants them, Every baby cries for them, Every human praises them." - Y/N Y/L/N

My life starts simple; While At Least I thought. You see the story I was told growing up was. My gorgeous, beautiful, Intelligent Mom met  my Handsome, Funny Dad and fell in love. They got married and then they  had me. It was the Exact American Dream, It wasn’t Gatsby and Daisy. My Dad and I were best friends. They Made me realize who I would want to marry. We were always going to be that perfect little family. Although that’s where the happiness ends. The rest isn’t  good, though how much stuff do you think can happen in 9 months? less than a year you're probably thinking not that much. Well trust me a lot can happen, my mom did everything a person could do to ruin my life before it even started. But for you to be able to know that part of the story you will need to wait till I'm older, like I did. 

Born into a Christian and Catholic family, and when I say that I mean it my dad was the youth group pastor and my mom was well she said she was catholic that should have been my first signal. That all being said, I was raised to have pride in my family and to love god. I met my childhood best friend at church. Her name was  Ezra Lee. She was named after a colonial Soldier from the 1800s. He was supposedly related to her. The first memory I have is of me and her playing in a sandbox 

. . . . .

"Hey, I have to go to the bathroom." I said to my best friend Ezra Lee  

"Okay I'll wait here." She said back to me

. . . . .

Looking back at this event makes me look at how simple our lives were, You see we thought that we would always get to have this perfect life and in a way her stayed okay or atleast better than mine. I ran into her a few years ago. She was in New York for New years and she had stopped at an ice cream shop in time square. I'm still not sure if I was happy to see her have the life. We both always dreamed about. We had promised each other that we would set each other on blind dates were we would meet our husbands and we would be the others kids' Aunt. But given that was back when I thought I was gonna marry men we were clearly wrong because now I’m writing this while my wife is sitting on the couch watching a romcom. I guess things never go according to plan anyway. Back to the past I realize How happy we were. How innocent  we were. It also makes me question why I didn't realize what was happening around me. It should have been obvious to me but I guess that when you're a kid you're oblivious of what happens around you. I mean it was normal for our  parents to leave their kids in their backyard alone at the age four but then again we were kids and this was normal to us. I have very few memories of being a happy child but I do remember this next fairly clearly. Because it has affected the rest of my life. You see in Colorado I was told by my mom that the normal age to lose your Virginity is 6. So the next part isn’t really going to affect a lot of my life but at the same time it has everything to do with the family I’ve built for myself. 

At a young age I did not only have feelings for the boys at my school but also the girls being a christian I thought that this was wrong. It might be that as an adult it's still hard to tell what's true and what's not but this one thing as a child had a big influence on my life. I remember being five and dating this girl back then dating was more like being best friends. When you're a kid you make a lot of mistakes; But I never thought that I would make this one. As a Preschooler and Elementary student I was considered a bit of a player, and to be honest my friends and my partner still think I am. I would chase the boys around and tackle them and kiss them I would pay them to date me; and like every player I cheated.I was at five and at spring break camp and went behind this boy that i still had a crush on named Christopher to get a crayon to color with, and I saw an opportunity my mind raced back in forth between his back and my lips, Back, lips, Back, lips. This was my opportunity so i sized the moment and  leaned down and kissed him. This was the end of everything. 

I was  popular or so I though you see I didn’t relize that people only liked me because they were scared of me, not because people liked me.blooming back I would have been scared of me too I was a lost kid who didn’t understand how to deal with emotions. Not only that but I had ADHD and Autism you see people love me because I’m diffrent now. But kids are scared of they don’t understand. You see I was like “Young Sheldon.” But my parents didn’t want me to be but you see she liked me she made an exception.she accepted me as an equal not someone to be feared atleast that was until I fucked up. You see she was the one for me the one that I had just messed everything up with. The day that we went back to school everyone in every grade was talking about what I had done. I didn't realize what I had done wrong (I mean it was a elementary relationship those don’t even count right; well apparently they started to count somewhere along the line. But I should also let you know that most pepole in Colorado lose there V card bettween the ages of 5-9  I didn’t no matter who I liked. I’m old fashioned I wanted to wait till marriage. That didn’t end up happening but once you have it with the person who you marry it’s not the same. You feel a spark of deepest emotions and regrets finally being released.) until I saw her and I felt this pit in my stomach grow. 

I walked up to her but kept staring at the ground and said "hay" 

she didn't not respond 

I started to say what I wanted to say and then the bell rang so I said to her, "I'll see you at recess. I want to discuss this."

I made it through the rest of my day with my head down until recess when I got outside I ran up to her smiling. We started to walk around and then I said, "we need some privacy to talk about this." so we moved to where no one could hear us.

She said, "Why did you do it?"

I responded looking down at the ground and kicking the dirt with my feet, "I don't know June."

June responded to me by saying, "Was it a dare?"

A part of me wanted to lie to her and say yes but the mature side of me developed and came out and said,"No."

She responded, "Why did you do it then?"

"I don't know but trust me there's not a bone in my body that doesn't want to take it back and doesn't regret doing it." I said as A tear fell down my face i quickly got rid of it in hopes that she wouldn't see it 

She told me, "How can I trust you when you cheated on me." ( by the way the only thing that I did was leaned over and kissed this kid on his back)

"I don't know what i was thinking." I said I took a pause to catch my breath so that I wouldn't cry and finished by saying,"I don't know if we can have the same level of trust but I will try every day for you to forgive me as long as it takes."

She stood up and Said "I don't think it will be i don't think i can trust you ever again."

"I love you." I said looking straight into her eyes making sure we both were making eye contact. ( I didnt love her because at this point in time I don’t know what love was. My  gorgeous family is across the room; As i wright  this and I don’t fell the same about her as I do about them. But at that point in time I thought I loved her things changed)

"And I hate you." she replied

I just stood there not knowing what to say. I wish I had said something because it might have saved me from these next words but then again I don't think anything could have as the two words I never wanted to come out of someone I loved mouth.

she said, "were over."

My world went dark I ran away crying and that pit didn't leave for a long time neither did the me not smiling and me not laughing and me not being happy it all went away for a very long time. So did the popularity the same day as everyone saw me being vulnerable and weak. I lost it all. Yet did I know that this was just the start of My Trauma as a child. This day ended everything good going for me or so I thought. You see for a long time I thought that no one else would care. But little did I know that there was someone having a normal life in Sacramento California. You see I was 8 when this happens which means she was 6 and attending the American Conservatory Theater which is located in San Francisco. See it’s weird saying all this because we have an 8 year old and a 6 year old right now and I just am so happy that there lives will be diffrent then ours. Anyway The next thing I know I was in the principal's office everyday. I remember one day Threatening to kill a kid and I was down in the office when the principal walked in. 

"Hello Jefferson," I said

"Hello Y/N," He replied 

"Can we just get this over with," I snarkly replied

"There are some people here to talk with you." He said in stern voice

I looked behind him expecting to see my parents but what I saw wasn't that It was two police officers. One started talking to me.

"Hello Mrs.?" one of them asked

"Y/L/N" I said

"Well Mrs.Y/L/N Im John. Will you come with us please," He asked

"Why?" I said standing up

"Hay SIT." He yelled as he pointed a tazer at me 

"Your not the boss of me." I said

Everything went fuzzy and black The next thing I knew I was getting taken out of the school in handcuffs and being put in the back of a cop car. It turned out they thought it wasn’t John though it was an officer who got fired shortly there after. I went to the station and waited at the station until they called my mom. I could hear the call. 

John asked,"Hello is this Mrs.Y/N/L ?"

My mom replied, " Yes, who's this?"

"This is officer john," He said well smiling at me

"What you want officer," My mom said 

"Well I have your daughter here, we need you to come pick her up." John said

"Yah no That's not gonna happen." My mom said and hung up.

I was seven and this isn't even the worst of it. I Stayed in that jail cell till anyone in my family would pick me up. Sadly no one ever did it was 1 year and 9 months until I saw my mother again but she wasnt there for me she was being arrested herself. They didn’t really have room for me in the officer area but I made that cell my home. I just don’t know how permanent it would become. 

I chuckled in my head and said in my head "that's where I got it." 

She had been there for a few days to get clean. The officers John, Peter, Liam, Roy, Rodger, Rodney, Zack, Kyle, Steve and Tony all treated me like family, not like a prisoner but like one of them. I remember Liam coming over to my cell and sitting down to play cards with me.  Well playing he told why my mom was there how she got caught high and selling drugs, how she was already wanted for being a sexual predator. Do you think this is enough trauma yet? Yah I would have too if i were you, but my life had other plans. They found my father 2 months later. He and my mother had split once she had started getting into drugs and when he found out that she was a sexual predator. We Were happy for 2 years. When he started drinking I was 10. When he started drinking he drank so much that some nights he wouldnt even be home when I would wake up. He would abuse me and I didnt know what to do. So one day I went to the police station and ran straight into peter. 

"Hello peter," I said

"Hay chipmunk. why are you here?" He said

Them  he looked at me and saw the bruises they kept me there until they arrested my dad for abuse. They gave me 2 options. I could change my identity and become a foster kid or I could live with my grandparents. I said i wanted to live with my grandparents and they drove me their  and gave my stuff to my grandparents thats were I lived until College. It was 1 year later I was 11 and I had to make a family tree i kept bugging my grandparents to tell me about my family but they just would ignore it. 

Until  one day my grandma set me down and said "do you really wanna know about your family," 

See I mean I really didn’t need to know because the assignment was done already as this was 9 months later. Which they used to keep me knowing because everything I mentioned happened in 9 months and a little bit before than.

I replied "yes"

"Okay sit down Me and your grandpa met in college and fell in love. your mom met your dad's brother and his friends in highschool, and your mom is a bit of a psychopath. You see she killed them, she stabbed most of them and burnt a couple alive. With the help of your father's ex wife. Who I think you know because she was your childhood best friend's mother .  Your father and your mother met in college in therapy. Your father for the death of his brother and Your Mother for mental help. They started dating, got married and got pregnant with you. The first four months she slept with your fathers ex wife.  You see your father and her got married Junior year of high school and were only married for only two years. Your father did not know they murdered a bunch of people in those 4 months about 43 people to be percisis they broke up to hide from the cops they got plastic surgery to not look the same so that the

 cops wouldn't find them. They weren’t that’s smart of people your mom never had been but the only time she was smart was when her sisters pet died or when she was getting in trouble you see she was always in the principal's office. ( wow just like me) After they broke up Your mother started hooking up with your fathers father, your grandfather your mother killed, your fathers mother your grandmother. Your mother slept with a highschooler 14 years old that kid was. The next was 17, then 12, then 9, then 10, then 5, then 4, then a 15 year old. She  wrote in journals that she couldn’t stop because they always made her fell so good. (I still question if this is why she kept on touching my legs when we were laying together.She always wanted me to sleep next to her. Another thing that only the cops knew for a while I find it hard to talk about is that my dad told my mom to go into the bedroom so they could do stuff she grabbed me and said can she come too.My dad stopped her and said no.) but she  kept those kids  in the basement of a house only she and no one else knew she owned .  Well she was still with your grandfather. your grandfather and her used to do drugs ( later on I also I found out that they would drug my dad and do drugs of off him and have sex on top of him while he was drugged.)in his son's house well he was at work at this time your mother had been pregnant with you 7 months. She stabbed your grandfather well sleeping  next to him. Blew up the house with the kids in it and then once your father found out she was doing drugs he checked her into a hospital to get her clean and make sure you were okay. they stayed married tell you were 1 to make sure she wouldn't do drugs during this one year he caught her cheating on him with the man you called dad for the rest of your life and divorced her your mother set her ex girlfriend up with your father they had your sister also and named her Ezra if I’m right she way your  best friend thats why they were always over there your dad divorced her when she cheated out him with your mother and the man you called your father. So did you really wanna know your family history?" she  asked me

" how do you know all of this," I asked

she pulled out a bunch of journals and diaries "because your mom wrote everything down."

When I said trauma I ment trauma. This drove something deep down in my core. You see I had always wanted to be a cop to give families the justice that they needed so I headed to the police satiation and ran into Johnson arms crying I could breathe I finally told him everything and . I showed them all the journals I stayed there for the night. The next day we went to the location where my mom had hid all the bodys that stupid bitch kept track of everything. My dog is even better at hiding his bones in our bed. Although I  was praying that they didn't find anybody, once we started finding bodies we never stopped finding the bodies there were too many too count. It guess she hadn’t stopped after I was born. I looked down in shock Crying. I walked up to John. 

I didn't know what to say but I said Cryinging " I want a normal life again. Everyones gonna look at me diffrent. I know that can't happen now but i'm willing to prove against my mom wrong. I feel bad for all these families but I want to do something normal.". 

John and I had a talk along with my grandparents and we decided that it would be better to have me be homeschooled. So that the bully wouldn’t get to me. It didn’t but I still struggled. I would go to the local store and people wouldn’t sell stuff to me. I was outside playing in the street and a car pulled up. It was the parents of the kids they had come to yell at me. They said I shouldn’t deserve to be alive and that they should look both me and my mom up. My grandfather came out and stopped him.

John wanted me too atleast stay near kids and I said theater actually what happened was. 

"Like what?" John said 

"I know i can't go to school yet because they don’t trust me and that i need to be acclimated into normall that’s why im doing homeschool but maybe( I looked down a saw a poster for a theater production at a highschool for Chicago there was a hot girl on the front wearing only a bra and pants.) i could start with doing theater." I said (hopping there would be hot pepole)

That's when this career choice started. That's when I made the first decision that I can remember. I arrived there that morning as a 12 year old left feeling like a 30 year old; With back issues needing a back massage and foot rub but that was all after my moms went to court

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[valentinaonthemoon]

I was tagged by the sweet @imlivingformyselfdontmindme, here (check out the songs she mentioned! They're really good). Thank you!!

Name 10 (or less) songs that you consider YOURS. Songs that no one else understands like you. Songs that they can try to pry from your cold dead hands.

I don't think I have songs that are mine specifically. I like songs, get obsessed even, listen to them for months on end, and then forget about them forever. I do however associate songs with people, so I'll tell you those.

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen for my brother. One time this song was the phone ring I put for when my brother called me as a joke, because of the line: "I am a poor boy, nobody loves me". When I told my mum she scowled at me. Either way, I don't think about my brother every time I hear it, but it's his.

My Immortal by Evanescence for my grandpa. Sure, this song's title started a whole meme by itself, but gosh, listening to it right after my grandpa passed away and I realised how sad it was to lose someone was An Experience. I still think about him when I hear this song.

Barbie Girl by Aqua for my mum's friend, A. Apparently this song was everywhere when I was two years old, so I have photographic evidence of baby me dancing with A to what my mum tells me was this song. I do think about her when I hear it, but I do not remember doing that at all, sorry A.

Lambada by Kaoma also for A, just because she and her husband got me a doll that played this song in loop and danced and I was obsessed with it.

Bad Friend by Rina Sawayama, for my friends A and R. This song makes me feel so seen, actually. I've mourned our childhood friendship for so many days and nights while listening to this song! Of course, we all grew up, and we are still friends, but we will never be as close as we were when we used to dream about ice creams during class in middle school and that was really painful to find out.

Then there are the people I will never meet again, like that one classmate from high school whose favourite song was Mia by Modà, my best friend from kindergarten who was obsessed with Imbranato by Tiziano Ferro, my high school music professor who made us all sing Domani by "Artisti Uniti per l'Abruzzo" but I don't think we sounded as well as he'd liked. Or my middle school music professor, whom I remember because of all the songs he made us learn for the flute, like the DragonBall Z Italian theme, or the Japanese GT one.

Then there are obviously the songs I listen to and make me think of fictional characters, but I don't remember them that well.

And then there are those people that are important to me but don't have a song, yet.

Then there are the songs I think about when I read usernames on the internet! (but I'm too shy to write and point, so I'll never tell them)

In the meantime, I'll tag (as usual with no pressure): @pollodigitale, @not-the-face, @cryingatships, @agentofship, @sparrowinkk.

Have a lovely day!

[anna-sunberry]

Meeting in-laws pt.2

Zelda: hii fluffy kitty, what's your name?

Zelda: you're so sweet

Aidan: you're here..

Aidan: I'm sorry, love. I knew they wasn't satisfied that I'm going to marry, but I didn't know that it would be that awful.. If I knew beforehand, we would never go here.. Zelda: it's ok Aidan: no, it's not.. I am really very sorry, for everything they've told you Zelda: they're worried for you Aidan: that's not how we show people we are worried for them Zelda: I never have parents so what can I know about that Aidan: your parents' choices aren't your fault! You're the best person I've ever met and I love you so much.. Zelda: thank you, I'm fine, baby. Don't worry..

Zelda: so this is your room? Aidan: yeah.. Zelda: I didn't know you were boxing.. so sexy

Aidan: don't embarrass me.. Zelda: I like your room, it's so cozy, so Aidan .. -ish Aidan: Aidanish? what is this word? Zelda: I don't know.. but it feels that it's YOUR room, so many books, dark colors, vinyls

Aidan: here I spent the worst years of my life Zelda: Aidan.. don't say it Aidan: but it is true.. I was locked in this room, with books, vinyls and homework.. I didn't have a chance to hang out with you, and when I managed to run for a few hours, I got punished when I back home, because they check my room every hour.. Zelda: why are they so strict?

Aidan: I don't know.. when I was a kid I had the best childhood, we spent time together, go traveling, I had friends, they even let me go to a sleepover party to your house.. Zelda: yes, I remember that day Aidan: once my mother told me about the days when she didn't meet father yet, she run away from home, because of her strict parents didn't let her to be an artist. She took her cat and run away here, to Brindleton Bay, she was working working for an art gallery and was painting pictures for them, when she earned enough money she bought a house for herself Zelda: she was so brave Aidan: yeah.. and then she meet my father, he recently moved here after his parents passed away, after few months they've started dating and then mother find out she was pregnant and they've got married Zelda: it sound so lovely, but when did they become so protective and strict? Aidan: at the end of middle school, my mom find out she was pregnant.. but unfortunately she lost a child.. Zelda: oh no.. Aidan: since that day my parents changed.. I was afraid they will divorce, since that's what happens in most of cases, they even slept in different rooms for some time, but then they decided to be over protective about me.. and my hell life began Zelda: I'm sorry, my love.. Aidan: and I would like to understand them, they've lost a child, they're heartbroken, but they are doing everything to loose their only child now, because I am not going to support their opinion, you're my woman, I am going to marry you, and I don't care what they think about it

Louis (from downstairs): Aidan, Zelda, come here we need to talk

Aidan: WHAT NOW? what do you want from us? Louis: son, please stop yelling and take a sit, we talked with your mother and we need to say you something..

Louis: Wendy?.. Wendy: I am very sorry Aidan, I didn't want to be so strict with you, if you love this woman. Aidan: Zelda! her name is Zelda, stop calling her this woman.. Wendy: if you really love Zelda, then I cannot do anything and I shouldn't stay in your way Aidan: yeah.. Louis: Zelda, we are very sorry that this dinner turned out like that Zelda: it's fine Aidan: no it's not fine, you were acting so rude, Zelda is my fiance, she is going to be my wife, and you humiliated her, you say so many bad words to her.. and you think that you can say sorry and everything will be alright? it is not her or mine fault that you lost a child, I deserve to be happy with a person I love Wendy: you don't need to bring up this topic, Aidan Aidan: no, I have to, since this happened you became overprotective, you didn't give me to breathe, you was controlling every step in my life Louis: we were just worried for you Aidan: since when career is so important for you? mum you didn't work a day at normal job mum, you run from home, you was artist, you live in a tent! Wendy: that's different Aidan: different? you run away from your strict parents, you should be grateful that I was kind enough and didn't run away from you Louis: we understand you, Aidan.. we are sorry Aidan: we better go home.. Louis: so you stay in Zelda's old home? Zelda: yes.. Wendy: it was empty for years, I bet it is dusty Aidan: I don't care of dust mum

[thehuntss]

AFTERMATH - HIGH FOR THIS 2/2

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On the next day everyone is sober. But all of them could remember crystal clear one thing. How Hotch and Prentiss announced they were dating. And since they had their own fun, now it was the team's turn.

•

Hi guys !

As requested and because I felt like it wasn’t done yet, here’s part two.

Thank you so much for your support !

Hope you’ll enjoy <3

xx

When the BAU woke up on the next morning, everyone felt the same: dizzy.

At some point some of them considered that their state was likely close to sickness so they could call in and stay in bed.

“I feel like shit. What the hell happened yesterday?” Derek groaned, on the phone with Penelope who was literally feeling the same. “Can we call in sick ? I can’t get up.”

“Am I being dramatic if I tell you I was considering the same my chocolate god.” She replied, suddenly thirsty like if she had spend days in desert without any water. “My head is about to explode and I can’t even sit in bed because it’s moving like a carousel.”

“I know, mine didn’t stop either, or it’s the aftermath of the cookies.” He mumbled, wondering how he could work today in this state. Derek didn’t have more time to think that he heard a knock on his door. “Don’t hang up baby girl.” He told Garcia before standing up and making his way to his unfortunate guest.

What a surprise he had when he saw JJ on the other side. She looked happy, and the little smirk she had over her face made clear to him that she would tease him for the rest of the case. What made him feel better was to know the others weren’t much to envy.

“Good morning. Are you feeling better?” She gently asked, already knowing the answer. He sighted, letting Garcia knows that his cover was spotted and in conclusion, hers too.

“I feel like I’ve been crushed by a giant weed cookie. I don’t do drugs. And I don’t ever want this to happen again.” He groaned as she chuckled.

“Don’t worry it’s going to pass. And for your information the others are pretty much feeling like you. Rossi is wearing sunglasses in his bathroom, and Reid thought he was sleeping in a coffin.” She resumed.

“And the lovers ? I had my headphones on, just in case they wanted to do it again…” he grimaced, clearly remember his boss and his friend making out in he police station restroom.

“They are the last ones I have to wake up….”

He laughed, feeling suddenly happy not having to do that. “Good luck with them, you’ll probably find them all naked and I personally don’t want to see bossman’s ass.”

“You’re gross. Come on, do whatever you want but be ready we have to be at the station in 30 minutes.” She said before leaving, as he unmuted his phone. “You knew she was coming right?”

Penelope faked a sorry sigh, laughing at the desperation in her best friend’s voice. “I always thought bossman and Rossi were our parents, I guess JJ makes a good one too.”

“You’re the worst.” He groaned, heading to the shower. “Wheels up in 30!” Derek said in a perfect Hotch imitation, before hanging up.

•

When Emily opened her eyes she felt like she was about to die or something close from it. She had never do drugs before, even in her chaotic childhood. She was having the worst headache ever, even alcohol didn’t do the same damages on her brain. “What the hell happened yesterday?”

She tried to stir like Sergio, but her body was sore as hell and then she heard a soft knock on the door. She stood up - too quickly her head started to turn - and opened, wearing Aaron’s shirt. When she saw JJ standing on the other side she smiled.

“Good morning. How are you feeling ?” The blonde asked.

“Terrible, I hate cookies.”

“Hmmm you’re the fourth person telling me this today. Is Hotch awake ?” JJ asked, presuming they had been sleeping in the same room, like they secretly did for the past year.

She didn’t know what was the funnier. Emily’s confused face when she heard her or the way she definitely didn’t remember a word of their original announcement the day before.

“What?” Emily replied confused, not knowing why JJ was asking that.

“Hotch is here right ?” She pointed at his shirt on her. “I mean, if you’re dating it’s normal. We have to be at the station in 30 minutes and I wanted to make sure everyone was alive.” The brunette still looked confused and JJ added. “It’s his room, that’s why I asked.”

And then she saw the light illuminates her friend’s brain as she understood the meaning of the question, looking at her boyfriend shirt. “We are dat…what are you speaking about ?” She frowned her eyesbrows and then realized. “Oh..oh you mean Hotch. Like is Hotch sleeping here ? Yeah, yeah he’s almost awake, we’ll meet you all at the reception.”

She closed the door, for sure she was having a blackout on certains moments of the day before. Emily remembered eating the cookies and then it was only flash backs, kind of blurry. She smiled when she saw her handsome boyfriend still asleep, and all naked.“Get it together Emily, we don’t have time.”

“Honey?” she sat next to him, pressing soft kisses over his face, almost falling off the bed when he jumped out like he had seen the scariest psychopath ever.

“What…” he groaned, feeling like his head was about to explode. “Hi sweetheart.” He said when he realized she was next to him, dragging her back to bed in a loving embrace, taking time to kiss her. She chuckled, straddling him.

“Good morning. How are you feeling ?”

He looked less livid, that was a good point, and as an answer Aaron kissed her again. “You look so beautiful when you’re wearing my clothes.” He whispered, feeling desire burning his body. Without warning he unbuttoned his shirt, looking at those perfect breast of her. She was so beautiful, they were so beautiful. And Aaron suddenly felt very hungry, and definitely not for cookies.

His eyes locked on hers, studying her face, waiting. She gave an almost imperceptible nod, letting him know she wanted this so bad. His lips latched onto her nipple and he sucked her flesh into his hot mouth. She felt so good, he could never get rid of that taste.

Emily ’s hand shot up to grasp the back of his head as she groaned in pleasure. “Aaron” she breathed into the air above and he bit her nipple gently in reply, making her shiver. As his mouth was busy he made sure to not neglect her other breast, giving her the best treat.

Emily whimpered, and Aaron once again found himself addicted to that sweet sounds, she was giving herself to him, and these moments were priceless. He was so distracted by her that he didn’t notice Emily’s hand move until it wrapped around his erection, making his hips buck against her. “Jesus, fuck” he gasped, knowing that reaching his climax wouldn’t take long this morning.

She chuckled, and before he could do or say anything she sank down on his shaft, moaning as she took him fully inside, the slight usual burn making her even more happy. “Oh baby…” her eyes squeezing shut, and her breathing louder, he could see how much she was enjoying herself. He hadn’t move yet.

Suddenly gripping her waist, he gave a big thrust, making her scream before he could cover her mouth with his hand. The heat of her tight channel around his cock made him groan, the sensations of physical love overwhelming him.

“Faster baby, you feel so good…” she panted, her hands caressing all over his torso, her body all tensed.

He pounded even harder, one of his hand on her clit and he knew she was getting close. Aaron wanted to give her everything, that little push that would send her over the edge. The harder he touched her sensitive spot, the better she moaned, the sound of his hips against her echoing deliciously to their ears.

A last hard thrust of his hips and Emily shattered, a long moan escaping her throat before she bit her lip to quieten herself a bit. Aaron loved to make her scream like that, something he got addicted to since the day they discovered physical love. “Come with me honey….” she almost begged him, still on her climax and a few thrusts later he came as well, spurting into her his hot and sticky fluids, groaning.

“What are you doing to me Em….” He whispered, catching his breath as she lied down next to him her head resting over his sweaty torso.

“Showing you how much I love you.” She replied, and suddenly reality hit her back, realizing they were now VERY late. She jumped out, and he didn’t need explanation before following her the shower.

“I guess we don’t have time for another round in the shower ?” She teased him as the water started to pour on their heated bodies.

“Emily!” But he wasn’t mad, he was terribly in love with her.

•

David Rossi, JJ, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia were waiting in the hotel lobby, all of them wearing big sunglasses, four of them wanting to die. It was even worst than a hungover and none of them seemed to have recovered.

“I feel like my head is a volcano ready to burst.” Derek groaned.

“Mine already exploded.” Garcia replied, very sensitive to the noises surrounding her.

“They are late.” JJ stated as Rossi sighted.

“They are the god and goddess of the most delicious and naughtiest business.” Derek mumbled, giving Reid a malicious look.

“Please Morgan, I don’t want to ever remember this episode of my life, I still can’t erase their moans from my head.” The youngest complained, very much traumatized. “It’s so unlike of them, neither of them would have done it in a public place like a police station. It doesn’t make any sense, I can’t find the right explanation.”

“Because there’s none little genius.” Dave replied him, shrugging his shoulders. “Let’s just say you can’t find answers of everything in books, sometimes you just have to…let go?”

“So you’re saying they listened to the little devil on their shoulder ?” Derek said, looking suddenly very concerned. “Interesting, maybe I should do that more often.”

“You already do that often, remember all the times at the bar my sunshine?” Penelope yawned as she answered.

“Are you being jealous baby girl ?” He teased her.

“Never, because I’m the supremacy and no one can ever uncrown me. Remember that.” She chuckled with this bitchy look that always amused him.

And before he could say something else they saw Hotch and Emily arrived from the elevator, both of them surprisingly wearing sunglasses too.

“It’s about time. Let’s go to the SUV kids.” David said, standing up and greeting his friends. They all did the same with a small smirk over their faces, leaving Aaron and Emily confused.

•

First SUV - ACT 1 (Derek, Penelope, JJ and Emily)

“So.” Derek broke the silence in the car, turning to Emily. “Dating Hotch huh?”

All the expressions crossed her face, not really remembering what had happened the day before, but they obviously did because they were all looking at her with the same expression. “What are you talking about ?”

“Oh don’t play with me princess. You basically told us and worst, showed us that you and boss man really gets along.” He said, Penelope starting to laugh uncontrollably.

“What ??”

She still had no idea what they were talking about. JJ felt bad for her friend and decided to help her, teasing her a bit. “You don’t remember yesterday ?”

“We’ve had some cookies and then you locked us up in the conference room.”

“Yeah right, and then ?” JJ continued, smiling knowingly. “You went to the toilets when Morgan started to sniff the table…”

“Hey I wasn’t sniffing the table!” Morgan exclaimed, as Garcia laughed louder. “I was…checking on it.”

“Oh…you smell like love!” JJ imitated then looked at him. “That’s what you said to that damn table.”

“No sense.” He managed to say, trying to remember but without success. “Anyways, Prentiss went to the toilets, and then…princess ?”

The three of them turned their look on the brunette and as they insisted, she suddenly got hit and everything came back in her memories. And for the first time she felt horrified, having flashback of those damn restrooms and what they had done inside.

“Oh my god.” She said after a few seconds, slapping her forehead with the palm of her hand. “Did…we…”

“Yes.” They all answered at the same time, JJ frowning her eyebrows, Pen laughing. “And I think everyone at the station remembers it.”

Emily went livid, unable to say something else.

•

Second SUV - ACT 2 (Dave, Spencer and Hotch)

“So you and Emily ?” Dave told his long time friend, looking at him like the proud mentor he was.

The confused look over Aaron’s face made him chuckle, the man had no idea what he was talking about and that was the funniest. “You don’t remember right ?”

He shook his head, looking stern and the usually strict but Dave knew him, he was being intrigued. He cleared his throat, looking at Reid in the rear view mirror, the youngest was fixing his feet, definitely feeling embarrassed.

“What happened ?” Aaron asked, feeling more confused when he saw the way Reid was definitely not looking at him.

“Let’s just say you and Emily had more fun yesterday, beside of the cookies.” Dave started, trying to focus on the road. “You followed her when she went to the restroom and both of you came back in later with some nice hickeys on the neck if you know what I mean.”

Horror crossed Aaron’s face and then he realized, he had literally forgot this part, or his brain made him forget because it was embarrassing, or because he had been too high.

“We…” he slowly said, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, not sure he wanted an answer.

“You did have sex in the restroom and we figured out because of the loud noises we could hear from the conference room.” Dave finished for him, unable to hide his smile, even more when he noticed how Spencer wanted to disappear off this damn car. “More horny than lovesick teenagers. You need to take a room or take some holidays and fuck everywhere you want but not at the police station.”

“Shut up Dave.”

He couldn’t say more, only his laugh friend ringing to his ear.

•

When the two SUV arrived at the station, both Emily and Hotch were livid, looking at the ground and going inside without saying a word. The rest of the team remained outside for a few minutes, JJ breaking the silence.

“How did it go for you?”

“I think we have something to tease them for the rest of our lives.” David chuckled. “And we also resolved the greatest case of the BAU.”

“I think they will never forget this, and if they do it’ll be my pleasure to remind them.” Derek added, his hands on his hips, too amused.

“And I think I’ll need some sleeping pills so Hotch and Prentiss will pay for it.”

They all turned to Reid, Morgan giving him a formal pat on the shoulder, all of them smiling. “Come on kids, our boss needs you.”

The horrified look on Spence’s face made them all burst in tears, Morgan clearing his throat before rectifying himself. “For your intellectual qualities genius boy.”

“I hate all of you. I changed my mind, you are all paying for my therapy.” He pointed his fingers at them, getting inside the same way Hotch and Prentiss did few minutes before.

“Welcome to the BAU.” David sighted. These kids were definitely going to kill him one day.

[themoonhater]

“Tell your baby that I’m your baby”

Mom never loved me, never gave me the motherly love mothers give to their children, in her case “her child”. She only had me or at least that’s what I thought. Before I was born there were five girls, none were hers but they did have a blood connection since they were her nieces. “Mom” always told me stories of their childhood, not mine ever, my childhood was filled with sorrow and woes, and she doesn’t want to remember any of those because in her story I’m the villain who took away her happiness. She loved them dearly, even now that they’re all older and have gotten on with their lives and don’t care about her, she looks at them lovingly like how one looks at the field of strawberries they have grown, but she hardly looked at me. “Mom” is forever proud of them, even though they never went to college, never learned another language, never learned how to play the piano but I did, I did for her, All I wanted was to see the bright and shiny smile she flashes whenever she sees her “Girls”. I still look at her, waiting like a good dog, and wag my tail for her to notice me, I put my paw in her hand if she asks for it and return with a dismembered one. That’s how “Mom”’s love was towards me, I gave her my bane of existence but left like a soldier from the Trojan War.

Now that I’m older, now that I see her love is different from other mothers and the love she gives others I ask myself “What did you do? What did you do to make you so unlovable that not even your mother loves you” but I swear, I swear on her life because there’s nothing more important than hers in mine I didn’t do anything wrong, what could a child possibly do to make her mother hate her. I even went running back to her after she sent me to school in first grade with bloody lips and a bruised face because that’s my mother, right? She loves me. But who beats down their innocent child like it’s just limp meat all because they didn’t like their kid’s handwriting? I remember being young and full of life - unlike now - watching all the girls playing with their mothers but all I got was getting yelled out for demanding attention.

Sometimes I think that “Mom” was out of love, I mean let’s be real here, she had five girls to love dearly of course at some point in her life she would run out of love to give but oh, how wrong I was because girls came and go, new nieces and such but no, that was not the end of it, she went out of her way to give her love to my friends, newest additions to her “Girls”.

Years have passed and I’m still not her baby. “Mom” still takes away the food from my plate and gives it to her “Girls” while I watch, starving but will do anything to make her smile. “Mom” still belittles me and hugs her “Girls” because they deserve love and I don’t. “Mom” still calls me names for being disobedient but praises her “Girls”. “Mom” never loved me and never will.

A little side note: It’s my first time writing something like this in English, I used to be a great writer back in middle school and high school, won a few local awards but ever since I started college I have been a stranger with my pen. Hopefully my writing is not that awful because it has been one of passions for years now and I’m so happy to picking it up again. I wish to improve it but for now this is all I can offer.

Also my deep apologies if you relate to this. This was inspired by “I bet on losing dogs” by Mitski. There’s this trend going on, on tik tok that made me want to share my story but I promise that I have more fun and happy stories to tell so please stay tuned lol. (btw im new to tumblr dunno if u can tell)

[aajjks]

dhp!jungkook how can it be fake jungkook! look at it! i would wouldn’t have ever believed her but you see that stamp? it’s legalized by the state. means this test is real. you are the father of her child. you must have gotten drunk or something for you to not remember, if you’re not lying.. you want to know the story she told me? you two were apparently childhood lovers with the way she spoke. and when she had to move away you admitted to being in love with her for the entire friendship, that’s why she was your only female friend. you two met up at some “secret hideout” that the two of you used to make out and practically dry hump each other until her last night before she had to leave. that’s when you “made love” to her for hours. that’s when she got pregnant. she didn’t want to tell you because she knew you didn’t want kids but because you’re.. well, here, she just had to see you. apparently once she saw you, she couldn’t keep hiding it anymore. even the kid knows your his dad. he saw a picture of us at the house and said “there’s my dad!” jungkook.. that boy looked exactly like you! you know.. i would have never of minded if you did have a child with her, before you met me but to go almost years without being truthful? my head is spinning right now..

“ listen to me. I never touched her. I never kissed her and I’m damn sure I never dry humped her?! She will see anything to you when you’ll just blindly believe her-I don’t care if it’s got the states stamp. Yn I will never accept the child because he’s not mine. HE’S NOT MINE GODDAMNIT. I’M GOING TO KILL SARANG. I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL. That kid is not mine. HE’S NOT MINE YN. AS SOON AS I GET OUT, I’M DEMANDING A DNA TEST. IT SHOULDN’T EVEN BE NECESSARY BECAUSE I DIDN’T TOUCH HER. I WAS ALWAYS TRUTHFUL TO YOU BABY. I WANT CHILDREN WITH YOU. YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON THAT IS GOING TO BE THE MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN. I SWEAR TO GOD.”

[xtrablak674]

A Delayed Gift from My Father

You may not know but my father died in September of nineteen ninety-three, found dead and rotting in his apartment by his parents, an event that would haunt his mom until the day she died, well at least her memory of the event did. But this isn't a story about his death, this is the story about the kind of dad he was in the context of something he did for me, before I could even speak.

When you're an orphan you don't have a point of reference to get clarity on details about your life before your recorded memory, you have to do your best to be a detective and piece together the piece left behind to figure out the story, meaning and significance.

As a part of my Monday binge-watching I was partaking in the second half of the first season of Smallville, finally watching this early aught series about Kal-El, better known as Superman before he donned a cape and blue tights. In the episode in question the character Whitney's dad has just died and he had found his father's metals who like my dad was a Vietnam veteran.

Whitney was sharing the metals with his girlfriend Lana Lang. I actually had to pause the video because clearly the property team did an amazing job with accuracy, and one of the metals staring at me from the screen was the exact same metal that had been mysteriously returned to me a couple of years ago by a former co-worker of mines. We aren't going to get into why this friend had my father's medal, but it was odd enough to be noteworthy.

I was taken aback because I remembered this small corduroy yellow change purse with a bronze-coloured zipper from my childhood. I didn't recall the medal as much as I did the large liberty dollar coin from 1924, I think for a child a coin was more familiar than a trinket from a war no one really wanted. But the maize colored purse with the green stripes and the coin were indelible etched on my recollection.

Now this is where my age betrays me, because if my mom told me more about the strange trinkets I don't remember, and since she proceeded her alleged husband (I have yet to see an actual marriage certificate) by nine years its not like I can ask her to corroborate my piece-mail memory. I recollect she showed me the pieces near the closet to the front door of our apartment at 1101 Brown Street, yes where I lived, and my last name were the same, there were so many jokes I got about this in elementary school.

Memory is funny, I remember exactly where I was, to even the position in the room. I remember the colors, the weight of the coin because mom let me handle it, but the sounds of her voice and the words that she attached to these moments elude me. There was one thing that was undeniable to me now as an adult putting this together, this was a gift a loving father gave to his first born son probably as a baby, and left in care of the mother of his child to be given at a future date. Something out of a television movie or a book, and the kind of parental love you usually see given to whyte children. Black fathers loving their children wasn't something that was a regular part of my diet growing up as a dark-skinned child in America.

My father as I keep referring to him, because he had an odd relationship to the role, and never embraced it in any traditional way. I don't recollect a moment of calling him either dad or father. It was B.R. (his initials) or Khule (nickname) but usually nothing more than 'hey you'. This awkward dynamic spilled over into my relationship with his parents, not by their fault, but unintentionally by his. In formal conversations I would refer to his mom as my grandmother and his dad as my grandfather and together as my grandparents, but unlike calling my mom, well mom. I never used either honorific to refer to my father's parents.

He died with us being estranged, for reasons I don't want to taint this particular story with, which is a moment of me directly feeling his love for me, something I sometimes had trouble resolving because of his unforgettable words to me as a young teenager, he loved me but didn't like me!

I realize that my father's sardonic sense of humor was reflected in my own humor, but at this age I took these words as more hurtful than humorous. And this intensifies my judgement of him not always making the best parenting choices. During those years of puberty when so many things are changing in your body the one thing you want more than anything is to be liked, why doesn't my father like me? #RhetoricalQuestion

But at least one mystery has been solved this mysterious pouch and its metallic contents were an attempt at a new dad to show how proud he was of having progeny and his attempts to endow them with something of meaning and significance.

This was momentous as I would learn later about my dad, was that he loathed his service in the Vietnam war and the war itself and I don't recall ever seeing one memento of his service. His saving this sole medal and giving it to his first-born was a very loud and clear declaration of his love that took thirty years to be delivered.

[Photos by Brown Estate]

[molkolsdal]

I think of my aunt's maid The one who grew up with my cousins Who was afforded more freedom than most child maids Who rollerbladed to the market to do the groceries Who was invited to all my cousin's wedding events, not as a maid but as a guest Who borrowed my other cousin's dress to wear to the wedding, as sisters do The first and only time I visited She was pregnant And she knew who I was even though we'd never met "From the photos," she told me As we excitedly spoke to each other in our broken Urdu, her being fluent only in Pashto and I being fluent only in English My cousins and I were close So she heard all about the shenanigans we got up to whenever they visited And saw all the photos my parents sent And I'd seen her in photos as well At the side or in the back at birthday parties Heard stories that included her, like she was just another one of the siblings I didn't even know her name (she knew mine) But it was funny, Two complete strangers who'd watched each other grow up through photos and stories, now finally meeting face to face for the first time Speaking to each other for the first time We beamed at each other and I wished I had the linguistic capability to find out more about her I wished I had more time, to become friends with her For some reason, there were times I felt closer to her over anyone else there. Even though our conversations barely made it past formal pleasantries. I don't know why. Was it the lack of proficiency in Urdu? Was it the feeling of being included and welcomed, but not fully feeling "part" of it all? Anyways, I've forgotten her name again I don't talk to my cousins anymore and 3 out of 4 of them don't live there anymore either Awhile after I returned from my trip, she had her baby I remember thinking of telling my cousins to congratulate her from me. I don't remember whether I ended up telling them or not. I wonder if she ever got my congratulations I want to visit again I don't know if I want to see my cousins again, but I want to see her I want to see her 5-year-old child and ask how she's doing Does she still work for them? A large house, sparsely occupied by 3 adults Or does she tend to her own family now? Does she resent the fact that she never fully got to be a child? No matter how loved and "included" she was, at the end of the day she was still an employee If she does still work there, how does it feel with all of them gone? Does she know they're not friends with me anymore? Did she hear their commentary on my lewd, sinful life or was she too busy with her own life? I hope she's happy and I hope her own children enjoy the childhood that she missed out on while working for someone else's children.

"My Aunt's Maid"

December 11, 2023

[loveyourlovelysoul]

so as I was mentioning in a previous post about staying in touch with other people, even those that may not be important... there's this "friend"/neighbor which I haven't been talking to for so long. I could say we lost each other slowly cause of life, and even if she moved back in my neighborhood not long ago, we didn't really got closer again. like, at all. I think we just grew apart, and that's okay: at first it hurt ofc but now I totally accept it.

let me explain.

as I started healing recently, I understood it wasn't just her not considering me that much, but also me having said lot of no's to her (more or less openly), for my own fears (parents' overreaction mostly: I wasn't that aware of this habit of mine back then, so I couldn't speak about it and so she didn't know -but probably got something anyway since she often said how tough to deal with they seemed to be). all this ofc made our bond to just become looser and looser as we moved to uni and she moved to other cities and countries, until it basically became inexistent.

despite having shared the same classes and/or school for most of our lives, we also had different backgrounds/upbringings, different friends (despite some common ones), different habits, different characters (she's always been way more extroverted than me while I used to shy away, even if I often followed her doing weird/funny stuff for others), different lives and goals, different personal problems too... even different views on things especially these days (again, it's fine! we met different people and had different experience since when we used to play and talk together as kids and teens, that too formed us into different human beings). I think we were just different and many times she had been pretending... but ofc, I have no objective proof about this: it could be just my (wounded ego) impression nowadays.

anyway. a couple of months ago she gave birth. ofc she didn't tell me (not even when she got married a couple of years ago to a guy I know as well). I found out by chance after our mothers met, despite having been talking a bit with her hubby in the previous months (he didn't tell me anything about the pregnancy as if it was top-secret). I could have decided this was the last time that she/they closed me off, and honestly at first I felt this way while I was saying "Idc, her/their decision". but talking with an external friend I realized: maybe I could just give her a present for her baby and not make all this and our past matter too much. just see how it goes. we're adults and neighbors now, and that's how I can look at us these days. we can turn the page.

so, even if I felt a bit uncomfortable and part of me didn't feel like (especially for the fact that I wanted to feel as our friendship was definitely closed, and I needed to close with the past abruptly), I texted her asking how she was doing and if she had 5 mins for me to go see her and bring her a little thing for her baby. she replied inviting me for a walk. we went out, both pretending everything was fine and nothing ever happened. we kinda had fun talking about the baby, his quirks, about a neighborhood's problem (as adults do) and remembering a few events of our childhood. I felt more grounded than I thought (despite I couldn't always recall all the words I wanted to say, but I haven't been speaking 1:1 irl for a real lot of time now, except for a few words here and there in specific contexts); she was kinda calm too but I think the pregnancy also made her. she has changed especially in her voice, and it felt weird to see her holding a baby and feeding him. she also asked me to help her with the baby carriage when she had to hold him which ofc I did. and then we went back home after an hour or so, I gave her the gift and we both told each other we could have met for a walk another day (I am kinda sure this won't happen -unless it will be me asking? Idk-, it's just one of those sentences you say out of courtesy, but it felt coherent with how that hour went) and that we'll keep in touch anyway about the neighborhood's problem (more likely?): at the end of the day, I asked about her but she didn't ask anything about me and my life/family anyway, not even when we ended up staying silent for a while (it wasn't uncomfortable for me btw, can't say for her).

once I arrived home I was literally freezing cause the sun was gone and it got pretty cold; I had the feeling she kinda wanted to suddenly run away at that time and find another place to go (maybe, Idk), but I was feeling good. I had a nice interaction, out of all the past context we had been through. it helped me start to get back "out there" again, in a kind of "known" environment (in the end, we still have known each other since ages), to be hugged and hug again (even if it wasn't too felt probably, but it works as practice too heh). and also it reminded me that not everyone has to stay in our life forever and we're not supposed to be in everyone's life forever; and that feelings and bonds can change and evolve in something different as well, if we let them too. they can turn calmer, less profound, and more patient and respectful of each one's new life and boundaries. ofc it's not for everyone, for every relationship: there has to be a *silent* agreement between the parts, at least. not saying I agree with why I wasn't told about the baby or other good news or why I wasn't asked about me out of courtesy even on these terms, but... it was her/their decision and I respect and accept it now. as I will respect their spaces and boundaries from now on without really caring. at all and for real, this time. I know where I stand (and where she stands for me), and that's okay: not because I submissively accept it as her/their decision, but because I understand and agree there's no other way.

this meeting really helped me to see things under a new perspective and actually gave closure, in a way, to my past hurt feelings. differently from how building a wall or cutting cords has ever. now I'll just let things be and really not care much, and treat each other politely as random acquaintances/neighbors. but I can say I really feel much more eager to meet new people, to get out there and test myself after all those years of isolation I put myself in while healing (which made me so rusty and didn't help much, even if I kept talking online at least and learning about boundaries here... but that's not the same). I know now I can bear with that stress, no matter how it'll turn out. I feel stronger and more in touch with myself than ever. it's true: what you make other's decisions and behaviours mean about yourself, only depends on you. I was probably *unconsciously* making it all mean that I was not good enough, not even as an acquaintance/neighbor. but even if it is so according to her/them, I decide to not make it mean anything about my present and actual worth: I have been working on myself so hard and so much that I'm far from being the *scared* girl I used to be in the past and they have no clue about it. and I don't need or want to show them anyway as there's no reason for it. I am closing with the past anyway, whether past people will acknowledge it and come with me in my future or not or in what measure/form they will/won't. it doesn't matter. it only matters what I do and think of my path until today. and what I will decide to do and think about it (and me) from today on.