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FIVE WAYS TO END A FIRST DATE| shouto, suna, draken, megumi, eren.

warnings| sexy time, fluff, unedited (obviously).

author's note| for @ikkakvs ❤️

Let's be real. When your nineteen-year-old son says he needs to talk to you during breakfast the last thing you expect him to say around the table with his three year old sister not even a foot away is-

"I want to fuck her on the first date..."

His father absolutely spits his morning coffee across the kitchen counter. You're frozen, a forkful of your breakfast halfway to your lips. He continues to eat like he didn't just say what he said. You make eye contact with your husband who is on the verge of hacking up a lung as your son gently wipes baby food from his little sister's face.

You drop your fork into your plate and attempt to muster your most serious mom face. Not the kind you use when he's fucked up but the one where you are on the fence about whether or not he needs to have sense shaken into him.

He doesn't even have the wherewithal to look chagrined. Instead, he musters a small, smug smile...something identical to his father's (still dying by the way). You narrow your eyes, he shrugs.

"Dad always says when you know you know...and trust me. I know. Besides didn't you-" he glances at his sister who is happily making a mess of her breakfast and then whispers (like it makes a difference, the child is three she has no idea what is going on)"-you know...have sex on the first-"

"Okay!" His father interrupts. And bless his soon-to-be-dead ass because you did not volunteer this information to your son so it must have been your husband. The one you did fuck after the first date.

"What?" Your son shrugs. "Dad tells me everything."

You glare at the dad in question, only to receive an identical shrug.

"Baby," you start carefully. "What if she doesn't want to fuck after the first date?"

He gives you a quizzical look. "That's fine, we have like forever together. We can fuck after date one hundred for all I care."

"Oh, thank God," you share a relieved glance with your husband. At least you haven't completely failed at raising him.

"But- I guess...I mean the vibes are there, you know? We're totally gonna f-"

"Small ears, kid," your husband covers your daughter's ears and eyes him meaningfully.

You let out a breath and start eating your breakfast. If parenting has taught you anything is that every conversation with our teenager can become a lesson.

"There are other ways to end the first date, baby. A kiss on the cheek. Asking for a second date. Making sure she knows you enjoyed spending time with her-"

"Is that how your first dates ended? With cheek kisses and reassurance?"

You don't like the way he's staring knowingly at you. And your husband's snort disguised as a cough doesn't go unnoticed.

"Well-"

You can feel your husband's eyes on you as you open your mouth. You have to sift through your exes quickly but the most memorable end to your first dates were from-

SUNA RINTARO

Car sex.

Suna Rintaro fucked you in the backseat of his car and the memory is fresh in your mind as though it happened yesterday and not almost twenty years ago.

The leather seats were sticky and slippery with your mixed cum. The squeaking as your body slid up the seat with each of his hurried thrusts. The scent of his cologne as he shoved his face into your neck. The way your body bowed against his. The harsh sound of your breaths. His whispered 'fuck' when he slid in for the first time.

His promises. And of course...his unplanned I love you.

And no, this is definitely not something you do not want to suggest to your son.

2. SHOUTO TODOROKI

He bought you flowers.

Of course, it was more of a 'oh my goodness, look shouto a flower shop' 'do you want to get flowers?' kind of situation where he bought you every flower you looked at for too long (because you deserved it, his words not yours) plus a bouquet of fresh roses and sunflowers.

And...and then he fucked you in his king-sized bed on those flower petals. Used the stem of a rose with the thorns still attached for a bit of fun. Laid you on your side facing his mirror so you could see as his cock disappeared into your body. Spoke filthy, disgusting things into your ear.

You shudder at the reminder.

No. That's also not appropriate...

3. KEN RYUGUUJI

You drove his bike.

Actually one of the scariest experiences of your existence. But also one of the most exhilarating. The purr of the bike's engine between your thighs, the grip Ken had on you. The deep rumble of his voice in your ear gently coaching you. Guiding and praising you.

Okay, to be fair the adrenaline is to blame for the sex that occurred after that. It was wild, and God if you both didn't make promises that to this day have you ducking your head in embarrassment whenever you see him.

The reality is, that this particular first date ended in two creampies, a promise to be the best mother to his children, and a marriage proposal.

You glance at your son quickly only to find him already staring at you. Your husband is smirking in the background.

4. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

First of all.

It was a picnic. How fucking cute is that?

And to be fair, he was adorably nervous and you thought kissing him would ease the tension but one thing led to another and...

He fucked you beneath the stars to the symphony of crickets. Once he got inside you became an entirely different person. The way he propped the soles of your feet on his shoulders and fucked you until you were weeping into the soft blankets, your nails digging into his skin.

Unprepared for the way Megumi became a sex god you'd squirted all over his chest, much to your mortification. And he had the audacity to drag his fingers through the mess and suck it off his fingers.

The man was a whore.

You're almost dismayed when you realize the last first date you had was-

5. EREN YEAGER

A child.

That's right.

Eren Yeager fucked you after the first date and left you with a mini version of himself growing inside you. Granted he married you before you gave birth and you've been living happily ever after since but still.

You glare at your husband as he reaches across the table to take your plate. Your son sits back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest.

"Wear a condom," you grunt.

Your son cackles as he stands from the table. He bends to scoop his sister out of her high chair. "Don't be silly-" he coos to her, "-wrap your willy."

As he disappears around the corner your husband chuckles.

"How was your trip down memory lane?"

He steps in close to you as you stand and prop yourself against the dining table.

"I hate you, deeply," you groan. Eren laughs as he bends to brush his lips against yours.

"Sure baby, anything you say," he smiles against your mouth. "Anyway, I've been thinking..."

You frown, pulling back to look up at him. "About what?"

"Sharing."

Your breath leaves you in a rush. "Sharing what?"

His eyes darken to a shade of green you've never seen.

"You."

#eren yaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren fluff #suna smut #suna x reader #suna x you #shouto x reader #shouto smut #shouto x you #draken smut #draken x reader #beyablade.#jjk smut #megumi x reader #megumi x you

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fariest · 21 days

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till forever falls apart 𑁍ࠬܓ jake sim

pairing: widower!jake x fem!reader

genre: LOTS of angst like a lot, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort/no comfort, some fluff here and there, coming of age, bittersweet ending.

word count: 8k words (or more..)

synopsis: jake came unto your life when you needed it the most. you didn’t expect it but he did and it all did happen on that one specific bench behind the beach you both grew up on, that one summer night. jake just had no idea you would slip through his fingers the way you did. and not that fast either.

warnings: character death, grief & loss, jake is a widower and has a daughter, unknown illness, mature language & cursing, low self worth, depression, mental break downs, fighting, marriage, mentions of seizures, hospitality, medication, just a lot of sad shit i’m so sorry in advanced.

a/n: here it is. mind you i wrote this with a heavy heart and a lot of thoughts in mind ( ; ω ; ) but either way i hope you all like this as much as i liked writing it. this is not proofread by the way, i apologize.

Jake’s feet were practically dragging. Everyone would probably have noticed that but in that moment, his biggest wish would probably be to erase everyone’s existence. He’s been living in his own shadow for felt like years. The only one he’s been vividly making eye contact with was his daughter and the florist he’s been going to for the past few months. Yet it felt for much longer. After all he was counting the days. With a heavy heart that was once filled to the brim with happiness and all the things he’s ever wanted.

The florist, a lady in her late fifties, always welcomed Jake with open arms and it was gestures like that, that made him feel smaller than ever. He wanted to return it, he really did but all he could do, was request the bouquet of flower he was in search for, with an even heavier heart. And if the words weren’t enough, he would point to that one specific section where they were kept. It usually didn’t take long since he memorized it.

Your favorite ones.

Peonies.

His mom called him before he left to buy those flowers. He was surprised with how different she sounded compared to him, or maybe it was because he was starting to forget how everyone sounded, especially those the closest to him. After all he was completely wrapped up in his own arms that felt far too empty and cold to the touch that he couldn’t help but let it happen. With his phone pressed to his ear, he let his mom do the talking while he was busy staring at nothing. More like the place where you used to sleep beside him and him basking in the comfort of your soft snores. You felt so close, so warm. You provided the warm that was missing and now he had to bask unto nothing but coldness. A lit up candle couldn’t even mend the wounds together. He had no idea how long he stayed on the phone with his mom for but at some point he could hear her sniffle and being in the state he was, he couldn’t ask her what was wrong. He was barely doing better himself.

And the call ended with him saying nothing and her saying it wasn’t his fault. The exact same thing she said the last time he saw her those many months ago.

He was debating whether to go check in on his daughter, knowing she would question the state he was. It wad the witty and her ability to be attentive and Jake knew she got that from you. He saw you right through her.

These were one of the days where he was far too deep unto the dark corners of his mindset where he didn’t bother with himself and how hard he was on himself. Jake almost breathed a sigh in relief when he saw his daughter still passed out in her bed, white sheets pulled up to her chin and tightly wrapped around her, the cloud lamp that you gifted to her on her fourth birthday, perfectly dimmed and casting a mellow glow over the roundness of her cheeks. Down on the floor, was Layla sleeping, with her resting on her front paws. The dog he got when he was ten, the one you raised with him.

This was one of the moments where Jake allowed himself to smile, a small smile without feeling bad for doing so.

Jake shook his head when he heard a voice briefly pull him out of his thoughts. His visions cleared and he saw the florist give him a sympathetic smile, probably sensing something, the grey hair framing her face in a way that matched her soft yet gentle features.

“Are you okay, young man?”

Jake was a bit taken aback but settled for a nod before eyeing the bouquet that the lady has managed to wrap up with obvious care.

It was like she saw right through him.

“I know what it’s like to lose someone.” She sadly smiled.

“These flowers,” She gestured to the Peonies, “They are for someone.. someone special, aren’t they?”

Gulping, Jake averted his eyes but still nodded.

“She was my everything,” He slowly forced out and he saw the lady perk up, “My childhood sweetheart, my best friend, my wife. And the mother to our daughter.”

“She was also basically everything I wasn’t yet she still made sure to remind me that she would love me no matter what. Her grip on my hand was tight until it wasn’t but even so, I knew she wouldn’t let go no matter what,” Jake swallowed back his urge to cry, but talking about her tugged at the strings holding him together. And he felt like the lady sensed that before she settled a old wrinkly hand on his shoulder.

The tears were already rolling down by then. Tears he’s been holding in all those months ever since.

“She sounded lovely,” Patting his shoulder, she continued, “I know she would’ve been proud of you especially for still being here, somewhere on the ground where she can look at you from afar,”

“I miss her, ma’am.” Looking up with bloodshot eyes, the lady offered another sympathetic smile, before handling him a tissue.

“I know, child.” She nodded, “I’m not saying you will overcome this grief soon or frankly ever. But you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. When you think about her, please do not always think about the negatives that comes along with it, think about the fact that out of everyone, you were the one she chose. Think about how she chose to love you even with all your flaws and how none of those things would ever change the way she saw you.”

Jake remembered the day. Clear and bright under the moonlight. He was eleven, fairly tall for his height with black strands that always fell over his eyes with how the wind always loved to mess with it. Everyone said that he had that soft look yet gentle demeanor look from his mom, he’s heard it so much to the point where he started believing them. After all his mom was a phenomenal woman.

Ever since dad walked out on both of them, mom has tried her hardest to raise him by herself despite her being young still. She was still in her youth and it was a sad sight to not see her do all the things people her age did. Travel the world, figure out themselves and planning their future without anyone standing in their way of doing so. Jake’s biggest fear was being in her way specifically, being a burden but the warmth from her embrace managed to tell him everything he needed to know. And so he tried his best to help her despite not knowing half of the things he did but he didn’t want his mom to cry anymore. He didn’t want her to downgrade herself and blame herself for things that were out of her control. He wanted her to go to bed with a gentle mindset and now all of the things that used to eat her up.

His mom went to sleep early that night and Jake promised himself that he would prep himself his own dinner and cut up some fruit for his mom since he knew she loved those, and then take out the trash.

Opening the gates, he dragged the plastic bag behind him before dumping it in the big green trash container. The summer nights were getting warmer and times like this reminded Jake off how much he loved it. Giving a toothy grin, he whipped his two hands on the front of his shorts before turning back to head inside, but not before casting a look over his shoulder.

There he saw someone. A few feet away from him.

At first, Jake had no idea what they were doing before walking closer. They were just. Sitting on the bench, in front of the beach. How odd.

“If you’re gonna stare, can you at least be less.. obvious with it?” The person asked, almost nonchalantly.

It was a girl.

Jake didn’t respond, fear of embarrassing himself further so he settled for walking closer to her before taking a seat beside her. So this was what she was doing, just looking at the waves. This late at night?

The young boy scratched behind his head with a small chuckle, “Sorry.. I didn’t think you would notice me,”

She casted him a side eye look before rolling her eyes.

“You’re not exactly quiet.”

And then she turned to stare back at the beach’s many waves. The stars glimmering in reflection with the water. It was beautiful, he couldn’t deny that.

He never bothered looking at where she was looking. But instead he decided to take her in. She was dressed in a white nightgown with a scruff at the end and at the ends of the sleeves, her hair wasn’t tied up or anything but fell behind her shoulders due to the wind, pointy nose, eyelashes casting a dim shadow on her the top of her cheeks which were a bit flushed due to the not too chilly breeze.

Jake might’ve been young but he wasn’t young enough to not know was beauty was when he saw it. And this might have been the prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes on. She might’ve been as beautiful as his mom.

“You really have a staring problem,” She told him, amusement evident in her voice.

“What!” Jake shook his head before scooting away from her, “What is that even supposed to mean!”

“Hmmm…” The still unknown girl tapped her chin lightly.

“It means you stare too much. My mom says that stuff will have you go blind.”

So this was how she wanted to play.

“Well, she’s wrong!”

He knew he hit a sensitive spot when the girl before him gaped lightly at what he said before huffing. He felt the panic dwell in and he was about to apologize before he heard her burst unto a fit of laughter.

“You should have seen the look on your face!”

Jake knew that day, that her laughter, that sound was his favorite melody of all time.

⋆

If anyone asked what you thought of Jake, the first thing that immediately came to your mind was — an oddball.

It didn’t add more to it when you both lived in the same neighborhood. Only two houses away from each other. To add more to it, your mom and his mom knew each other since they used to go to the same highschool together. They both suffered from the loss of their husbands, with yours dying before you were even born, which meant you had no idea who he was. So you lived off your mom’s words about him, the picture frames around the house and the photobooks your mom kept in a small box in the basement.

It was like your moms’ relationship drew you closer to Jake and now that you took a closer look at him, he wasn’t so bad and he wasn’t as irritating as the other boys in your class. The ones who said girls had cooties and girl disease. In fact, you took a hold of how Jake wanted or more so, looked forward to spending time with you any chance he got. He also came by a lot especially after school asking for you. You were pretty sure your mom held some kind of favoritism towards him because she never wasted a breath when it came to the boy with the brightest eyes you’ve ever seen. And before you knew it, you warmed up to him. It didn’t take long but it wasn’t fast either. You were a girl with a lot of things on your mind and frankly, you were just perfectly fine in your own world and peace. But Jake managed to add something to that. You had no idea what or how, but he did.

“Y/N look!”

You looked up from how absentmindedly you were coloring in a butterfly, when you saw Jake running towards you..

With a dog? On a leash?

You sat up with a slight gasp at the sight out of the creature and before you knew it, the dog hopped on you leaving gentle but happy licks all over your face.

“Layla, no!” Jake yelled sternly.

Holding up your arms, you tried blocking them away with a loud laugh before you settled for petting her. Not before pushing her away tho.

“Oh my,” The boy before you sighed in distress, a hand coming up to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “I’m so sorry about that Y/N. She’s still a puppy, so she’s full of energy,”

“Don’t apologize,” You shake your head before allowing Layla to take up the space on your lap for some more scritches.

“But I’m kinda mad, why didn’t you tell me you had a dog!”

“Umm…” Jake giggled sheepishly, “I actually just got her a few days ago. I was gonna tell you eventually..”

You gasped in mock offense before picking up a coloring pencil to throw at him.

“Hey!”

“You could’ve still have told me!”

“I was going to!”

Your bickering stopped by Layla jumping off your lap and running around the both of you in circles, indicating she wanted to play and have some energy spent. As if she hasn’t done that already.

“We we’re actually planning on going to the beach,”

Jake saw the way your eyes lit up and he couldn’t help the quick stutter his heart did. What was this feeling?

“Really? Can I join?”

“That was the plan, silly,”

Dusting off your lap from Layla’s jump earlier, you were about to stand up before two hands grabbed yours. Gently, they pulled you up to your feet and then gently let go. Almost as if knowing what was going on, Layla looked back and forth between the two young humans in front of her, before she barked to gather their attention.

“Oh! Uh, she’s getting impatient, we should go,” Jake quickly mumbled out before picking up his dog’s leash off the where he dropped it in the grass.

“Wait!” You looked back at your house before looking back at your friend.

And by then, Jake already knew what was stirring up your hesitation. He smiled at you reassuringly.

“I already told your mom. She said dinner will be done by the time you’re home.”

You could finally let out the breath you’ve been holding.

“Plus your mom loves me,” Jake quipped teasingly.

The young boy laughed at your eye roll and before you both knew it, you were both running, along with Layla down to the beach, with the dog before the both of you barking profusely with a hint of excitement. The whole afternoon was just you and Jake by each other’s side, with his dog running back and forth in the water. She even shook all of her water from her fur at both of you at some point to the point where you both were on the sand rolling around, both of your laughters mixing together that mingled in the sky above off you. It added more to the memories and you both knew you would be thinking about that day till the day you both grew old and wrinkly.

You knew that day, that you wouldn’t wanna spend days like these with anybody but with Jake.

⋆

Years went by, things blossomed and so did your bond with Jake.

It went from meeting him to that one random night on the beach, to you finding out you lived just barely away from each other, to you starting classes together properly after your mom’s job paid her enough for that to happened. You remember the sheer happiness when she told you that and how much that meant to younger you. You weren’t isolated by any means, in fact, your mom encouraged you to check the world for yourself. But you would rather have things done at your pace, so that’s what you did. Luckily she understood and you were beyond thankful.

You also noticed changes about Jake. At some point you and him were the same height, but ever since highschool hit, he’s grown like a head, almost two heads taller than you. He’s grown his fringes out, even at some point dyed it through the school years to the point where you had no idea how many times he did it. You remember one time dyeing it for him tho and that shit was a complete disaster and you wouldn’t have blamed him if he wanted to bald that way. You were still attached to the hip pretty much.

But something that has been coming back to biting you, was that you had no idea where you and Jake’s relationship were interlinked at. You were both seniors in highschool now and things were rocky. God forbid your younger self thought that growing older would result in you being able to talk about your feelings and emotions better, but no. You realized that wasn’t the case. There was definitely something holding you back. You just didn’t wanna come to terms with what it was. Running a hand through your head, you plopped down your bed, arms and legs spread out.

“Y/N?” You suddenly heard someone knock on your door before a head peeked in.

“Did you remember to take your medication?” She asked before stepping foot unto your room.

“Mom.. we already talked about this,”

“You can’t just keep pushing me away,” She insisted

You huffed before sitting, “Can’t we talk about this later please? I have to study for an upcoming exam. I promise I’ll take them later,”

“Y/N—“

“—Mom please..” You looked away from her, voice wavering, “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

You heard her sigh, before footsteps and the sound of your door being closed.

Reaching out for your phone on your bedside, your first instinct was to text Jake. But you knew the sound of his voice was exactly what you needed right now. More than anything. Hovering your thumb over his Caller ID, you slowly started debating if this really was a good idea. Now that you think about it, you and Jake haven’t really talked much due to busy schedules, and you’ve also noticed him confiding comfort in a group of friends you’ve never talked to before, while you had a group of friends of your own.

You missed him. And it was eating you up from the inside.

“Fuck it,” You whispered before dialing his number.

The ringing was not a fit match for how quick your heart was beating, it was practically beating out of your chest and you didn’t like it. Not one bit. But you couldn’t deny in how much need you were of his voice. It was almost embarrassing.

He still had no idea.

“Y/N?”

You smiled. After all this time, his voice was still your favorite tune.

“Hi Jake..”

“Y/N? Hey. Is everything okay?”

“Why do you always assume that something’s wrong?” You giggled and even tho you couldn’t see his face, you knew his face was definitely scrunched up in his one infamous frowns.

“Well, I’m sorry for caring I guess,”

“No you’re not,”

“You’re right, I’m not.”

The same old Jake.

“I miss you, y’know?” He finally spoke up, “I feel like I barely see you anymore.”

“I’m still here, Jake. Life has just.. been busy you know—“

“—Y/N, no,”

You heard some shuffling on the other side of the line, before a dejected sigh.

“It’s because I barely see you anymore. Even your friends are worried about you. You’re still at school, I know you are because I know you wouldn’t miss any of your classes no matter how busy or tired you are but you always disappear so quickly after..”

“Like is there something you aren’t telling me?”

You wanted to tell him.

You wanted to tell him so badly but you couldn’t bear the thought of seeing the look on his face when you did. He would be crushed and you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself for that.

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine. Why wouldn’t they be?”

“Y/N—“

“No y’know what? I actually called you because I needed you and now you throw this on me—You and my mom are exactly the same. You both say the same shit and it’s pissing me off,” Not wasting a second thought, you hung up before throwing your phone on your bed, silent tears rolling down your face.

You went to sit on the bench by the beach the same day, after you heard your mom went to bed. Pulling up your knees closer to yourself, you were silently beating yourself up for not wearing something warmer. Though, you were eyeing your jacket, more or so Jake’s jacket that was hanging around your chair but decided not to take it at last minute.

Wrapping your arms around your knees, you took a look up at the night sky. The moon was seeking it’s place behind some dark clouds, the stars were doing their own things, the wind was getting colder. It was as if everything was going by slower? Or faster? You were not sure anymore but you knew it’s been an push and pull trick ever since that day.

Would it be too early to give up now?

“I knew I would find you here.”

“You can’t keep running away from us, from me, Y/N. I won’t let that happen,”

You turned your head, tears slowly starting to brim your eyes again. You didn’t want him to see you this way. Then there is a sudden pressure on your shoulders and by now you knew Jake has wrapped your upper body up in his jacket, with him now in his white sweatshirt and black plaid pajamas pants. He wasn’t expecting any response from you, in fact, he was just happy to be in your presence and not you running away nor pushing him away.

“I won’t force you to say anything,” He slowly sits down, the space beside you always available for him. There hasn’t been a day where it hasn’t been.

“But.. I hope you know you can talk—“

“I don’t have a lot of time, Jake,”

The first pen drop.

When you didn’t receive any response, you turned your head and hoped for the worst. Jake was still staring forward, towards the waves and how more far away they suddenly sounded.

“I only have two years left.”

That made him turn his head to look at you. The look in his eyes made your heart drop. In all these many years you’ve known Jake, you have never seen him look like this, so empty, so hollow of thoughts, so broken and if you weren’t such a mess yourself, you would have tried to pick up pieces back together. But what was it worth if you couldn’t even pick up your own? Staying alive at this point felt like a chore, a walk even down to the beach sometimes took all the air out of your lungs if you didn’t take your medications.

You managed to catch the tear you saw roll down his cheek with the soft pad of your thump. He gripped your wrist in his hand when he felt it about to retreat and held it up to his cheek, fearing you would disappear faster if he didn’t. Your warmth was all he needed now. Jake hated asking for too much but he wanted to be selfish for once, right now.

“I’m sorry,” You shook your head, feeling the tears roll again, “I should’ve told you. But this was what I was fearing for. Seeing your reaction, seeing the look on your face especially after—“

Feeling a warm gentle hand cupping your cheek, you felt your words get caught in your throat when you took in the way he looked at you now. There was still sadness lingering but you really couldn’t put a finger on what the rest was. But that didn’t really occur your mind. You just needed him to say something.

“Jake, please say something..” You begged, voice cracking, “Yell at me, scream at me, anything!”

You failed to see the way he moved closer.

“Especially for the way I’ve been treating you. That’s the least I deserve,” Pushing at his chest, you couldn’t help but let more tears roll, the place on your lap a sea of your own sorrows by that point

“Why are you looking at me like that, Jake please—“

Your hands faltered their pushing on his chest when you felt something soft yet wet on your lips. Closing your eyes which were still filled with tears, you pushed yourself closer and basked in the gentle kiss that belonged to him.

It was always him.

You knew it by now, you knew it ever since your first encounter on that one night at the beach, at the exact same place where you were at now.

⋆

A lot has changed, with how low your energy has gotten, you couldn’t bring yourself to attend to classes psychically anymore. And by what your personal doctor has said, any stress can trigger the most especially in the state you’re in right now and nobody, especially your mother wouldn’t ever wanna take that risk. So you settled for going to school but at home instead, in the walls of your room. Your routine has gotten progressively more straightforward than what it usually was. You were drained and the eye bags under your would tell anyone a story that you, yourself wouldn’t be able to, lips chapped and peeling. You could barely recognize the sight of yourself anymore.

Jake was walking around with a heavy heart. You were finally his but at what cost? These past weeks has just been him lingering by your side more and more each day to the point he might practically live at your place now. Frankly, he wasn’t doing better himself. He was beating himself up for making everything seem like your fault when nothing was ever your fault to begin it. The world was just too cruel to make space for someone as precious and as delicate as you, the world never deserved you. Jake can’t count the amount of times he’s managed to utter those words to you, while trailing his browns over your features, with your hands interlocked under the sea of stars and crescent moon. And he memorized your reaction to his words each time. You were really the most endearing piece of art to him.

He knew you were trying. You even told him you were so he wouldn’t worry too much, you would fe your ribs construct whenever you saw the way he was trying so hard to keep himself from breaking down when he felt the warmth from your hands, from your body slowly leave your body day by then. All that warmth that you usually provided, was all gone. All the warmth he would confide in whether it was after a stressful day after of classes, work or the insignificant days where he got unto an argument with his mother. He was seeking for your warmth everywhere he went.

Yet Jake held unto the last amount of warmth you had left. That was all he could do.

“Jake,” He heard his mother’s voice speak up before he felt her shake his shoulders, obviously trying to wake him from his afternoon nap.

“I’m up, I’m up,” Groaning he sat up and was met with his mom’s frantic pacing.

He gave her a confused look.

“Mom—?”

“It’s Y/N,” She breathed out, “Her mom just called from the at the hospital..”

“Apparently she had a seizure,”

That was then Jake felt his whole world collapse.

This couldn’t be..

“B-But how.. I.. She was okay when I saw her last day..” He felt his breath getting stuck along with his world. This couldn’t be. His mom didn’t say anything but instead pulled him unto his arms and that was where Jake allowed himself to break down fully. Without any care in the world. You were getting further and further away each day and he had no idea how to cope with it. He was angry, frustrated, why was he letting this happen? Why couldn’t he have done more? For you?

You deserved everything, but this.

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“I will miss seeing the stars,”

Even with a light hoarse lilt to your voice, it still sounded soft and gentle in Jake’s ears. Like it always has. You were wearing a soft smile when looking at the stars from the hospital window, that never seemed to falter when you turned to look at him.

“I know you will, my love.”

Your smile faltered when you noticed that he was in deep in thoughts. He always we’re but this time it wasn’t out of sheer sadness and distress but more like.. he was bashful?

“Is something bothering you, my Jake?”

He didn’t respond but from the corner of your eyes, you saw him pull out a small black velvet box. You gasped.

“I know we’re still young and all but..” He says carefully, “But you’re probably the only person I’ve ever felt this sure with. This secure with and I honestly couldn’t have asked for someone better,”

Slowly opening the box, there was it. A ring. A silver ring littered with small diamonds on the sides, with the biggest one being shaped in a crystallized star. You looked up and you realized Jake hasn’t looked away from you once, trying his best to read your reaction and body language, making sure he hasn’t been overstepping anything.

“I know you hate asking for much, just like I do but..”

“Jake I..” You shake your head, eyes wide, “It’s beautiful..”

Taking out the ring from the box, he gently took your hand before slipping the ring on before bringing it up to seal it with a kiss to your knuckles.

“You don’t have to say anything.. I know that—“

“My Jake, of course I wanna marry you..”

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Jake woke up startled to the someone knocking on his front door. Automatically he reached beside him but was met with nothing but the cold sheets.

Heaving another deep sigh from his chest, he slipped on slippers before walking downstairs, careful not to wake up his daughter. He was met with Layla who was pressing her snout against the door, curious herself, tail slightly wagging before letting out a small bark at the sight of her owner

“Hey girl,” He cooed with a scratch to the canine’s head, “Be quiet now, wouldn’t wanna wake anyone up would we?”

Honestly, Jake had no idea what he was expecting when opening the door but..

“Mrs. Y/N?”

“Hi son..” She muttered, “I hope you’re doing okay. Look, I-I don’t have much time but this morning I came across this while cleaning up in Y/N’s room and found this,”

The woman gave a careful smile and that was then he noticed a small envelope in her hand.

“I was about to open it but I think it was meant for you,”

Carefully taking the letter, he examined it before turning it around where he noticed something written in messy yet distinguished writing.

‘For him <3’

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‘Dear you,

I don’t know what this letter will be when you receive it but I hope it lands safely in your hands.

Life hasn’t been easy and to be honest, I never expected it to be. You and I both know that. But what I do know is that you’ve made my life easier. I don’t know if that has do with the solace from your words or the stars from your eyes. But in me somewhere, I knew you changed my life for the better. I can’t think of a person who’s made me laugh and smile as much as you have, I think that itself alone is impossible if you ask me.

I hope you aren’t too hard on yourself. And if you are, a reminder that I never wanted you to be and neither does your mother and our daughter. I may not be here when you read this so please think about them when life gets hard and when you can feel yourself shift the blame on yourself for all the things that was never your fault to begin with. I didn’t ask for how my life turned out, neither did you. None of us did. Life just has some dwelling sometimes and at some point, they like to take it out on one of us.

It’s not fair. I know.

But I hope you can look up at the stars and see me.

I will always be here with you.

Your, Y/N L/N.’

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call me dad// tony stark

pairing: dad!tony stark x daughter!reader

warnings: mentions of injury, death of a parent, mentions of abortion, time jumps, shitty ending

summary: when tony first met his daughter she wanted nothing to do with him but when she thought she lost him she realises just how much he means to her

REQUEST

Being the child of a single parent is hard. But losing that parent is even harder. But what is even harder is finding out that the person you now have to live with is the one person who couldn’t have cared less about you in the past 15 years of your life.

This is what happened to Y/N after her mother died. It was hard for her losing her mother but it was even harder when her case worker told her she would be living with her father over her grandparents as they believed they were not suitable to raise a child due to their age and health. Y/N had never met her father, she only knew about him because her mother would tell her stories of how they met and how everything was before his parents died, she would also use him as an example to her daughter on how to not be treated by a man, to show her daughter you can be successful and raise a child.

Tony was stood in the living room at Stark Tower looking at the folder he had been given by Coulson when his phone rang.

“Hello”

“Hi, is this Mr Stark?”

“It is? Can I ask who’s calling”

“Of course, my name is Tia. I’m calling from Child Protective Services, it’s regarding your daughter”

“Umm, I think you have the wrong number. I don’t have a daughter” Hearing the word daughter caught Tony off guard, he doesn’t have a daughter there is no way he could.

“Well do you know a Miss Stephanie Taylor?” That name. He hadn’t heard that name in over 15 years, of course he thought about her on occasion but not since Pepper.

“Umm yes, why is she relevant”

“Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this Mr Stark but she passed away a few days ago and she has a daughter”

Tony was shocked to hear she had passed, but why was CPS telling him this. To say he was confused was an understatement.

“I’m sorry but why are you telling me this I haven’t spoken to Stephanie for over 15 years”

“That’s the thing, she has a 15 year old daughter”

As soon as Tony heard those words he almost fell over, immediately he knew why they were telling him this but none of it made sense how the hell does he have a child…

“It’s only me honey” Tony called entering Stephanie’s flat that he had a key too.

As Tony walked through the flat he was confused, normally as soon as he walks through the door he is being jumped on by his girlfriend but this time there was no sign of her.

“Honey, where are you”

“I’m in the bathroom” He heard a small voice call out breaking slightly.

As he walked through to the bathroom the sound of sniffles and whimpers became slightly louder.

“Hey, what’s going on? What’s got my girl so upset” Tony said sitting next to Stephanie on the floor, causing her to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Tony, I’m pregnant” Stephanie said to him looking up at him slightly

“Oh, is that what’s got you all worked up, it’s going to be okay I promise”

“But I don’t think I want to keep it, we are too young, you’ve just lost your parents and we just aren’t ready”

“Breathe baby, it’s your body so you do whatever you need to do okay and I’ll be with you no matter what you choose” Tony said pressing a kiss against Stephanie’s forehead.

2 weeks later…

It had been 2 weeks since Stephanie had found out she was pregnant although she hadn’t decided what she was going to do about it. It’s such a big decision for the two of them. There was a part of Stephanie that wanted to keep the baby, she had always wanted a baby but just not right now, well it wasn’t planned to be right now.

Stephanie walked into the party Tony had decided to throw for no reason but because he wanted a party which was very normal for him. Stephanie was wearing a deep red silk dress with a low back and a v-neck, and as she entered the room she was immediately looking for Tony. She needed to talk to him about their situation and it had to happen now she needed to get it off her chest.

She turned the corner and saw Tony talking to a blonde women and before Stephanie could say anything he kissed the blonde. Stephanie felt sick, he was cheating.

She quickly left the party and rushed to the bedroom and packed her stuff up. She ripped a piece of paper out of a notebook she found a wrote this note on it:

Tony,

I saw it all. I hope she makes you really happy, more than I could obviously. I’m leaving, I’m not going to sit back and watch as you convince her you love her more than anything in the world when I know for a fact you can’t love more than one person. Not really. That one person for you is you!

Goodbye forever,

Stephanie

Tony thought back to the moment he found the letter. He knew he screwed up badly but he also knew Stephanie and he knew she was stubborn and independent and there was no amount of words that could convince her to come back to him so he saved his breath and let her leave without a single word.

He thought she had the abortion, she seemed so certain about it. If he had known about her he would have made more of an effort, actually been in Y/N’s life but instead she grew up without a dad and honestly it made her closer to her mum and grandparents because they stuck around but it also left her with some internal problems, it was hard for Y/N to trust people in case they would change so quickly just like her dad did and the thought of being alone scared her more than anything.

Tony agreed to take Y/N after the situation was explained by your case worker, it was either go with him or end up in the system and neither him or Pepper wanted that. She had agreed to help Tony raise Y/N and he wanted to be better, he felt lots of guilt already for not being around although he had known about Y/N for approximately 10 minutes but that was long enough. He had always said if he ever became a dad he would be more involved than his own father was but instead he was nowhere to be seen in Y/N’s life, it was almost as if she didn’t have a father at all.

6 months later…

It had been an adjustment for Y/N to have a dad but to have that dad be Tony Stark was a completely different experience. Granted he was trying to be there for Y/N but with the current situation with Loki he wasn’t overly present, leaving Y/N in the trusted hands of Pepper and Happy.

Both Y/N and Pepper were on the jet on the way to DC when they saw on the news that there was an attack on New York and of course Tony was there. The tension in the jet was felt by everyone, something pulled at Y/N’s chest although she wasn’t sure why as she had no major feelings towards her father he was just her responsible adult, he wasn’t her father, her dad, nothing. Just another man, she hadn’t even called him dad yet.

She felt her phone vibrate in her lap which pulled her attention away from the TV, when she saw Tony’s name lighting up her screen.

“Hello” Y/N said, confused as he was supposedly fighting Loki and his army.

“Hey kid, look I need you to listen to me okay. I don’t know how much time I have left” Tony said.

“Yeah, um okay” Y/N said walking to the end of the jet away from the noise and other people.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you, I always promised myself I would be better than my dad but I ended up being just like him if not worse. If I could go back and try and find your mum before it was too late I would in a heartbeat. I wish I could have been there for all your firsts. These past 6 months have been amazing, you are going to do amazing things I just know it. I love yo…” Tony said as the line began to crack, eventually losing all signal.

“Tony, Tony…”

3 hours later…

No one knew what actually happened that day, whether Tony survived the fall or not; they just awaited the teams return at Shield Headquarters. Both Y/N and Pepper were sat waiting in one of the empty offices when a car pulled up outside, without even seeing who pulled up the flashing of cameras from the paparazzi stationed outside the building told the two of them the Avengers were back.

Both Y/N and Pepper rushed down to the foyer to see if he was there but they couldn’t see him. How had she gone from having a mum, then no mum to having a dad then having no one all in the space of a few hours. A few tears began to fall slowly down her cheek until she heard his voice.

“Did you miss me?”

Y/N rushed into Tony’s arms without even a second thought. There was slight confusion on Tony’s face, what had happened for Y/N to go from wanting nothing to do with him to now hugging him and crying in his arms.

“I love you dad” Y/N said quietly

Tony was gobsmacked. He never once expected to hear those words come out of her mouth but he loved it nonetheless.

“God, I love you too kid” Tony said holding his daughter close for the first time feeling content for the first time in years.

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 18: Ace's Perspective - Prison

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.6k

“You’ve got a visitor.”

The gruff voice from the Marine stirred Ace back to consciousness, but he didn’t raise his head to see who it was. It wasn’t worth the effort anymore.

He had given up long ago. He had made peace with dying. His execution was in a few days…or was it hours? Time had a funny way of moving when you couldn’t tell what day it was.

He had fought early on, when they had first captured him. He yanked at his chains and screamed in frustration, waking the entire floor with his rage. Even weakened by the sea prism, he had put up a good fight.

But slowly, he grew tired. And in the time he took to recuperate his energy, he thought of you. He thought of the baby. The two things that mattered most in this world. And you were safe. He didn’t know where you were or what you were doing, but Ace knew that you were anywhere but in the hands of the Marines. Impel Down would’ve exploded with guards if you were behind its gates. And there were heightened security measures because of him and Jinbe, but not near as heightened as if you were there.

Plus, he knew if you had been captured, someone would’ve been down to rub his failure in his face. No news meant good news. And that’s how he knew you were safe.

He was thankful he had abandoned you, as cruel as that sounded. He had left you in Alabasta because he was confident he could kill Blackbeard on his own. But after seeing the traitor’s power, Ace knew that even with you by his side, you would not have won. And then you would be here with him, trapped in a prison cell. He wouldn’t have been able to live with himself if you were here next to him, awaiting execution. But you were safe and sound somewhere miles away, all because of that choice he had made.

So nothing else really mattered. Ace had been waiting to die since he was five years old. This felt like a fitting and dramatic end. Public Execution. He should’ve been reflecting on his life, but he only thought about you.

He spent most of his time imagining what it would’ve been like for the two of you to settle down and raise a child. A small house, nothing fancy. Maybe near the beach, so your child could play in the ocean. A little island where the two of you could actually be normal people with normal lives. You could have a garden, and the two of you would sing and dance in the kitchen as you cooked dinner. Your kid could grow up in a normal house, and have friends that could sleep over on the weekends.

That’s what he was dreaming about when the voice jarred him from his thoughts, bringing him back to the cold reality of his actual future. There would be no slow dances in the kitchen, no garden to tend to every morning. All that awaited him was-

“Still breathing in there?”

Garp’s voice almost made Ace look up. But he kept his head lowered.

“You’ve caused quite a lot of trouble.” Garp sat down right outside of the jail cell. “Navy Headquarters…no, all of the world government is a mess. All of Whitebeard’s commanders are planning to move on Marineford to save you.”

Ace stiffened at that news. To save him? No. So many people would die if that happened. He wasn’t worth those lives. And if you were there…if something happened to you…Ace couldn’t breathe.

“Kill me, then.” He still refused to look up. “Just kill me.”

“Can’t do that either,” Garp sighed, chuckling lightly. “I’m afraid there’s nothing Whitebeard wouldn’t do to get you back, even if you were to die right now. It appears we’ve finally angered the King of the Sea.”

If there was going to be a war, Ace knew you would be there. And he couldn’t allow you to die. You had to survive; nothing else mattered except your life.

“Look, old man…” Ace whispered, tears streaming down his face. “I need a fav-”

“I wanted you and Luffy to grow up and be good Marines,” Garp said, not hearing Ace’s words. “But hopes be damned, you both turned out to be hoodlums.”

Hoodlums. Pirates. Ace had never lived up to his grandfather’s expectations. Roger had asked Garp to watch over Ace, and look how that had turned out. If Garp knew about the baby, you would never be safe. Garp had always been a Marine first. If Garp knew, then the Navy would know, and you would be the first to die on that battlefield.

He couldn’t-he wouldn’t-tell Garp about you.

“Notorious, dangerous pirates at that,” Garp continued, staring at Ace intensely.

Garp went on to talk about Luffy and his accomplishments at Water 7 and Enies Lobby, but he didn’t mention your name at all. Which meant you must’ve left Luffy’s group before they made it to Water 7.

He couldn’t blame you. If the roles had been reversed, he would’ve left Luffy the moment the snail call ended.

“I told Luffy about his father,” Garp said.

“To hell with our fathers,” Ace snarled. “To hell with you if you ever thought we could be marines. We have cursed blood running through us. This was the only path for us. But let me make one thing clear…”

Ace finally looked up, locking eyes with his grandfather. “The only man I will ever call my father is Whitebeard. Got it, old man?”

Garp smirked and shook his head. “Whatever you say, boy.” He stood to his feet and began to walk away, but paused.

“What was that favor you needed?” He asked.

No, Ace couldn’t tell him now. It would be a death sentence for you.

“It’s nothing,” Ace said.

Garp hummed and looked back one last time at Ace, but walked away without another word.

It was just Ace and Jinbe again, silence filling the air between the two men.

“Jinbe,” Ace started. “I need a favor. My little brother, Luffy…will you look after him?”

Jinbe chuckled deeply. “I doubt that’s what you were going to ask Monkey D. Garp, boy.”

“It wasn’t,” Ace admitted. “But this is still important.”

“Humor me,” Jinbe said. “What were you going to ask him?”

Jinbe was avoiding the question. Ace knew that. He knew how big of a request it was to ask Jinbe to watch over Luffy. It wasn’t a very fair request either. But it was a better question than what he was going to tell Garp.

Ace knew it was a risk to tell Jinbe about you. It was a big risk to tell anyone about your status, especially in a prison where he was probably being watched. But he didn’t see any snail cameras around, and if he spoke in code, perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea for someone else to know. Someone who was outside of the Whitebeard Pirates who could help protect you.

“It was about Y/N.” He finally looked at Jinbe, trying his best to show there was more to his words. “We were close. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”

“Whitebeard’s daughter?” Jinbe almost looked impressed, and Ace was reminded once again of just how lucky he was to have you.

“She’s been pretty sick lately. Throwing up and such. Has a terrible stomach bug. Just wanted to make sure she gets looked after until she’s better. But I realized I can’t ask a Marine to help with that, you know?”

Jinbe’s eyes widened, and Ace knew he had understood. He trusted Jinbe with his life, and now he trusted Jinbe with yours too.

“I see..” Jinbe said cautiously, nodding in agreement. “I hope she feels better.”

Ace could see there were a thousand things running through the fishman’s mind, but it was too dangerous to ask it here.

All Ace could do was wait and hope. Wait for his end, and hope that his trust in Jinbe would somehow pay off.

And he would dream too. Of you by his side and a baby in his arms.

Note: Going to be a little break for me to get everything in order for the final few chapters! We'll resume with Marineford on Thursday, November 9th :)

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bonefall · 7 months

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Thoughts about Goldenflower? Specifically her alignment in terms of Tigerstar being a massive Thistle law supporter, and Goldie being left to raise their kits alone after he’s ousted from ThunderClan and caused thw death of their elder son (intentionally or not). Girl has been through sooo much I’m kinda glad she wasn’t around to see what her surviving son became.

Golfy BABY, Goldenflower is getting a sizeable kiss on the head.

She is the daughter of Speckletail, future bulldozer attacker. She is every bit as intense as this implies.

Goldenflower is the same size as her littermate Lionheart. She just braids her mane, making her look smaller. They are both fucking massive

The most personal and painful part of Tigerclaw's betrayal was the fact he KILLED HER BROTHER.

She is really close with Frostfur after Lion's death, because she's super overwhelmed with two litters so close together AND being head of the kitchen patrol.

Swiftpaw and Brightpaw were practically siblings with how close they were. It really wasn't a surprise that they ended up in trouble together.

Golden was planning to not even speak Tigerclaw's name to Bramblekit and Tawnykit. Her opinion on Tiger was an IMMEDIATE, FURIOUS 180.

Generally Goldenflower isn't a "soft" person. She's a lot like her mom, Lionheart was the more gregarious and diplomatic of the two.

Snowkit was also a very serious cat like them. This family is generally pretty focused and pious.

They also had a middle sibling who tragically died in the Plague-- Mistleclaw. That was before Fireheart joined ThunderClan.

I really love how in canon, Goldenflower is firm and pushes back on how unfair Fireheart is towards her kits. So that's where I'm building from and generally disregarding fanon's take on her as a gentle mom. Society has progressed past the need for gentle moms. Goldenflower is currently telling you to sit up straight and take all those dishes on your desk to the sink.

She's waiting.

You will not keep her waiting. Go.

Good. She's proud of you.

Back on that 189 though-- that was for almost everything. Frostfur, Dustpelt, Longtail, a LOT of cats have a much slower reckoning with the ingrained beliefs that they'd accepted from Tigerclaw.

But Goldenflower was motivated by some pretty hard spite. She wanted NOTHING left of him. She was finding things to hate about him, and ended up "leading the charge" on ThunderClan's reckoning here.

Not neccesarily because of deeper principles, but because she was willing to wrecking ball her way through any leftover associations with him.

Before this point though, she DID support Thistle Law, juuust over the edge past Hard Traditionalism. She would speak very critically of Queen’s Rights, openly call for war, protested against bringing back WindClan, etc.

after Tigerclaw's betrayal, she's still more of a centrist Traditionalist, but will listen to a convincing argument, and slides towards Fire alone over the years.

I actually want to write Fireheart and Goldenflower developing a strong friendship in this moment, too.

She doesn't advise like Whitestorm does, but she's good at shutting up bickering cats when Fireheart is a fresh deputy. I always wished he had some more allies in that moment.

Also generally a very reliable senior warrior. Will absolutely be one of Firestar's choices for his first deputy, though he ultimately picks Whitestorm.

After TPB, she has another big role as the new mentor of Squirrelpaw. Unfortunately, she has had to flunk the little fireball on her warrior assessment TWICE.

She actually talked to Firestar like, "I'm aware that this looks suspicious but I promise I'm not holding her back to spite you. She threw herself into the river."

"No no, Golfy, I'm aware she's wreckless. I never assumed you were being unfair to-- wait the river? The river with the WATER??"

"Yes. The river with the water."

She is also surviving well into OotS, as an elder. I don't like how tiny the den was for so many arcs! SO, that does mean she is going to get a pretty good look at her son's early leadership and all that entails.

Unfortunately though, she ended up taking his side in the Reveal. In her eyes, Bramblestar was LIED to. The Queen’s Rights are to protect kits-- but that doesn't mean you just get to lie to the mate who's going to raise them.

(This is also definitely colored a bit by personal bias, she would be more charitable if it was anyone else but her son)

So when he decides that the Three aren't his anymore... Goldenflower distances herself too. Lionblaze is especially painful-- she used to think he was in honor of her late brother. But now she finds out that it was all a lie.

From the elder's den, she has various opinions on the changes happening to ThunderClan under Bramblestar, like the crumble of the ShadowClan alliance. I feel like she wants to support her son, even when she thinks his choices are questionable... but at the same time, her pride prevents her from being TOO soft on him.

Just generally being a strong traditionalist in the Elder's Den, but on the softer side as opposed to Mousefur on the hard side.

I'm currently planning to axe her in the Great Battle, because there's no way she doesn't go down swinging... though I am also keeping her in mind for one of the greencough outbreaks, since I'm trying to make those into an actual threat in BB instead of "kill some randos" disease.

In any case though I want her alive into OotS to have opinions about Bramblestar, because I find that too interesting to pass up.

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Half Time

She’d always been attracted to him.

AKA the one where Emily watches Aaron coach Jack's soccer team and loses her mind.

-x-

Hi friends,

I saw a pic of a man who looked vaguely like Aaron wearing a baby carrier whilst scrolling through Pinterest, and my brain shut off kind of like Emily's does in this.

Naturally, a smut fic was needed.

-x-

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She’d always been attracted to him.

Even back when she hated him, when he was her boss who didn’t trust her and let her know it, she’d felt it. An almost primal urge that pushed her towards him. If he hadn’t been married she’s sure she would have pulled him into a supply closet at some point, or the bathroom of the local bar where they often all went for drinks. She would have let him fuck her against any available surface, both of them getting the pent up emotions out in what they would have both claimed at the time was a one-time thing.

Looking back on it, she’s glad it didn’t end up that way. She’s grateful that she never gave into her baser instincts, that they’d waited until they were ready, somehow both in one piece again after everything they’d been through. If she had given in, if she’d kissed him one of the many, many times she’d considered it over the years, they likely wouldn’t have what they had now. They wouldn’t be married, wouldn’t be raising Jack together in the house they’d bought last year.

They wouldn’t have their little girl.

It seemed impossible to think about, something she didn’t even like to consider.

Emily smiles as she settles onto the bleachers, suppressing a yawn as she takes a sip of her coffee. Her smile gets wider when she spots Aaron, standing on the sidelines ready to coach Jack’s soccer team, with Violet strapped to him in her baby carrier. The four-month-old was contentedly asleep, her cheek pressed to her father’s chest, and the sight of them together warms Emily from the inside out. He was such a good father that it made her ache sometimes, that same primal feeling she’d had all those years ago sparking deep in her gut whenever she watched him interact with their children.

She finds herself distracted by it, her gaze fixed on the way he places his hand on Violet’s back, how he looks down to check on her as he talks to one of the other parents standing near him. Emily goes to sip her coffee again but almost misses her mouth, she clears her throat and looks around to make sure no one saw it happen. Her eyes go wide when she looks back at Aaron to find him looking at her, a smirk on his face that she hates as much as she loves and she narrows her eyes at him. He winks before he goes back to paying attention to the game and she curses herself internally, shaking her head as she presses her lips together.

“Hi, Emily.”

She turns at the sound of Jessica’s voice and smiles, “Hi Jess,” she says, pulling her into a hug as she sits next to her, “Jack will be so pleased you made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she replies, her smile turning curious as she looks at Aaron, “Is Vi helping with coaching today?”

Emily chuckles and shakes her head, “No, we had a bit of a rough night and apparently only I would do according to Violet,” she says, her exhaustion feeling briefly worse as she acknowledges it, “Aaron insisted on taking her so I could have a break.”

“Is she okay?” Jessica asks, her eyebrows furrowing together in concern. She loved Violet in the same way she loved Jack, and had referred to her as her niece from the first time she met the little girl. Emily was endlessly grateful for the woman sitting next to her, for the way she had accepted her place in Jack and Aaron’s life so easily, and now how she loved her daughter.

“She’s okay,” Emily assures her, looking back over at Aaron and smiling at how he still has his hand on Violet’s back, how the baby looks impossibly smaller against him. She feels the familiar pull in her lower belly again and she looks back at Jessica, “Just the four month sleep regression I think,” she says, her smile wry, “We’re not getting a whole lot of sleep at the minute.”

Jessica’s smile turns into a smirk, the kind of expression Emily’s sure a sister would have given her if she’d ever had one, and she leans in closer so no one other than Emily can hear her, “I’m assuming sleeping isn’t the only thing there isn’t a whole lot of right now?”

Emily’s eyes go wide and she can feel her cheeks burning, something that only makes Jessica laugh at her. She clears her throat and shrugs, well aware that her attempts at nonchalance had failed, “I don’t know what you mean.”

It had been a little longer since she’d last had sex than she cared to admit. Their sex life had always been healthy but towards the end of her pregnancy and ever since she gave birth it wasn’t something that happened anywhere near as often. In the 10 weeks since she’d been cleared by her doctor after she’d had Violet, they’d only had sex a handful of times and it was driving her crazy.

Jessica rolls her eyes, “Please, Emily. You’re looking at him like a lion looks at a gazelle on those nature documentaries,” she says, her smile only getting wider when Emily averts her gaze, “I’m happy to take the kids for a few hours.”

She chuckles dryly and shakes her head, “No, it’s okay. Jack is going to his friends this afternoon anyway and Vi usually goes down for her afternoon nap with no issues.”

Their attention is pulled away from each other as they hear Aaron yell at someone to be careful. When Emily looks over he now has both hands on, a still sleeping, Violet’s back and he is frowning at the man standing just a couple of paces away from them. It didn’t take much to realise that the other man had clearly walked into Aaron, his protective stance and the glare on his face all the evidence Emily needs, and she feels her nerves tingling just at the thought of it. Sparks setting off throughout her body at the thought of him yelling at someone, something she’d always found almost disturbingly attractive, to protect their little girl enough to tip her over the edge.

She clenches her teeth to try and gain control of herself, blowing out a steady breath as she hears a muffled giggle from beside her, and she turns to look at Jessica.

“Haley always liked it when he was assertive too.”

“Jess.”

___

Emily doesn’t think she’s ever been more grateful that Violet goes down for her nap without fussing.

She changes out of the clothes she wore to the soccer game and puts on one of Aaron’s shirts and a pair of his boxers, partially because Violet spit up on her after she fed her, partially because she knows the sight of her in his clothes sends her husband wild. Her need for him had only increased as the soccer game wore on, and it wasn’t helped by the fact he’d placed his warm, heavy, hand on her thigh the entire journey home. She wasn’t going to waste the small amount of alone time they had.

She finds him in the kitchen, humming off key to himself as he empties the dishwasher. She stares at him for a moment, watches how the muscles in his arms shift under his skin, how the material of his polo shirt stretches around his triceps. Her gaze trails downwards, landing on his ass, perfectly hugged by his jeans, and she swallows thickly.

She places the baby monitor down on the counter and walks over to him, wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Did she go down okay?” He asks, his hand automatically seeking out hers as she places it on his abdomen.

“Yes,” she replies, breathing in the scent of him, something that was uniquely him sneaking out from underneath the cologne she’d bought him, “For a girl who apparently hates sleeping at night she sure loves a nap.”

He giggles and turns in her embrace, briefly frozen in place when he sees what she’s wearing. He swallows thickly, his hands shifting to her hips, and she presses her lips together, knowing she’s got him exactly where she wants him.

“You changed?”

She shrugs, “Vi spit up on me.”

He doesn’t entirely believe her and she knows it, the way he grips her hip even tighter all the acknowledgement she needs.

He looks her up and down, the sight of his clothes on her doing exactly what he knows she’d planned for. He backs her up against the kitchen counter, smirking when she jumps slightly when it hits her back, trapping her between him and the marble.

“So,” he says, smiling as her tongue pokes out to lick her lower lip, his focus stuck on how it shines afterwards, making him want to do nothing other than taste her skin, “We probably have about an hour until she wakes up.”

Emily hums, shifting back and forth as she rubs her thighs together for a moment of relief, the tension between them close to making her snap, “I wonder what we should do,” she says, her eyes flicking up to his, “To pass the time-”

She’s cut off as he surges forward, his lips against hers as he cups her cheeks, holding her in place. She sighs contentedly into the kiss and wraps her arms around him, her fingers digging into his back through his polo shirt. She opens her mouth to grant him access, moaning as he deepens the kiss. They only pull back when the need for oxygen comes too much, both of them light-headed as they gasp for air, but Aaron carries on, kissing her cheek and then her jaw, carrying on down her throat as if he was a man starved.

It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who had been going a little crazy lately.

He pushes the shirt she’s wearing down her shoulder, licking at her skin, groaning at the taste of her. It was something he never got used to even after all this time, forever under her spell. He pulls the strap of her bra down, nipping at the skin it had covered and she sighs, pressing her hips against his. He smirks against her and does it again, his palm sneaking under the bottom of the shirt and grasping at her, tracing familiar hills and valleys he knows he could map in his sleep.

She moans as he gets closer to her breasts, his thumb tracing under the cup of her bra and she places her hands on his shoulders. She was sensitive, sore in a way she hadn’t known was possible before she started to breastfeed, and the thought of it breaks through the haze that had washed over her.

“Honey,” she gasps out, “They’re-”

“Off limits,” he says, his touch becoming softer as he presses a gentle kiss to the top of her breast, “I know, sweetheart.”

She smiles and cups his face, pulling him in for a kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and moans as his hands shift to her hips. He stands back just far enough to help lift her onto the counter, his thumbs in the waistline of the boxers she's wearing so he can pull them down her legs. He lets them drop to the floor and steps between her legs and runs his hand up her thigh, smirking and breaking the kiss as he feels the slick on her skin. He groans as he runs his fingers through her folds, his smile getting wider when she rocks her hips against his hand.

“You’re so wet, Em,” he says, his jeans getting so tight they feel uncomfortable, “So desperate for me,” he leans in and kisses her cheek, “I think someone likes watching me coach the soccer team.”

She hums and nods, rolling her hips against his hand, any embarrassment she might feel at being caught out overwhelmed by her desire for him.

“Aaron, please-” She’s cut off as he slips one of his fingers inside of her, her words disappearing into a moan as he rubs circles on her clit, “Fuck, yes. That’s it.”

It had always been like this. Like he’d not only studied the manual for her body, for what brought her to the edge, but like he’d written the damn thing. His famous attention to detail something that she quickly learnt wasn’t just something he applied at work.

Usually, he’d tease her, build her up slowly as she begged for more, the breathy sounds she’d release against his skin one of his favourite sounds in the world. But he knows their time is limited, that they’d have to stop if Violet wakes up, so he doesn’t. He’s relentless, circling her clit in a way that makes her grip at his arm, her nails digging into his skin and leaving red marks, and he pumps his finger in and out of her, adding a second just to hear her groan. She rests her forehead on his shoulder and she shudders, a sure sign she is close.

“Aaron…I’m…” she gasps, clenching around his fingers, her grip on his arm getting tighter as her words catch in her chest,

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he says gruffly, his voice thick with desire, and she moans his name as she comes, her head thrown back as every nerve in her body catches fire, a spark setting off in her gut and spreading outwards.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she mutters as she comes down, chuckling as she shakes her head.

“No, just me,” he replies, winking at her and she rolls her eyes, pulling him in for a kiss as she runs her hands down his back and cups his ass through his jeans. She wraps one of her legs around his waist and pulls him closer, her heel digging into his back.

“Take off your jeans,” she says, smiling as he immediately complies.

He undoes his belt and jeans, lowering them and his boxers just enough so he can spring free. It’s a small relief, the discomfort his jeans had caused gone, but it’s not enough, the desire to be inside of her overwhelming. He groans as she reaches for him, pumping him up and down as he steps closer, her other leg hooking around his waist.

They groan in unison as she guides him into her, the familiar feeling no less incredible than it had been the very first time. She rests her forehead against his, her breath shuddering over his skin as she gets used to the stretch of him. He stays still, his hands tight on her hips as he holds her close and she rolls her hips, desperate for him to move.

“Aaron, please,” she says, her lips hovering over his. Her eyes roll back as he pulls out of her and pushes back in, long, slow strokes that feel like they push the hair from her lungs.

“You feel so good sweetheart,” he grunts, chasing her lips in a desperate kiss, “So fucking good.”

“You too,” she replies, rolling her hips in tandem with his, “So good.”

She rests her forehead on his shoulder, letting herself get lost in the feeling of him, in the feel of them. Sex had always been something she enjoyed, but with him, it had always been different. It could be fast and desperate like this, where they needed each other so much they didn’t even take off all their clothes. Or it could be slow and sensual, their hands linked together as they took their time, showing each other how much they loved each other.

She feels herself getting close again, the feeling simmering low in her gut. He’s close too, his hips stuttering as he speeds up. She opens her mouth to tell him, but he already knows, his thumb on her clit as he reaches between them, rubbing gentle circles against her. She gasps and clenches around him, making him groan as he thrusts against her. They tip over the edge together, Emily’s teeth sinking into his shoulder through his shirt so she doesn’t scream out, her mind just about able to remind her their baby was asleep upstairs.

“Fuck, Em,” he grunts as he comes deep inside of her, his cheek resting against the top of her head, “I love you so much.”

She chuckles breathlessly, “Love you too,” she pulls back to look at him, her hands on his cheeks as she pulls him into a gentle kiss, “I needed that.”

“Me too,” He laughs and rests his forehead on her shoulder, breathless as she runs her fingers through his hair, “You really had to change into my clothes?”

She playfully narrows her eyes at him as she encourages him to look at her. She places her hand on his chest and rubs the material of his shirt between her thumb and forefinger, “Oh come on, like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing when you put on this polo shirt this morning?”

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queenshelby · 10 months

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Forbidden Desire (Part Seven)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Smut

The following day, after you arrived back home late and slept on your sofa, your mother decided to take matters into her own hands. Clearly, you were not going to listen to her and resign from your position at Shelby Company Limited. It was something you had already told her several times that night and she realised again that you were just as stubborn as your father who, unbeknownst to you, was very much alive and familiar to you.

Thus, while you went to work at the gambling den that day, your mother sought out a person who was familiar to her and this person was no other than Polly Grey.

Polly Grey looked after your mother when she was a young teenage girl and ended up in trouble with the authorities for stealing.

Just like the Shelbys back then, your mother was a thief and got involved in minor criminal activities. She got arrested twice and it was Arthur Shelby who threated a police officer on her behalf when he tried to assault her.

Arthur saved her that day and this was how it had all started.

***

“I am here to see Misses Polly Grey” your mother informed Polly’s secretary when she arrived at her office in Birmingham which was located in a much nicer part of town than the gambling den you were working in.

“Do you have an appointment?” the secretary asked but your mother shook her head. Of course she did not have an appointment. In fact, she had not seen Polly since before you were born.

“No, I do not but if you give her my name, I am sure that she will see me” your mother told her and this was exactly what she did. The secretary informed Polly of your mother’s name and, unsurprisingly, Polly called her into her offices right away. She even cancelled one of her other meetings for her, simply to be accommodating for old times’ sake. Polly, of course, was intrigued about what your mother had to say and, yet, nothing would have prepared her for that…that shock…an utter surprise!

***

“I did not expect to see you ever again in this part of the world. You left so suddenly and without a trace” Polly said and your mother was surprised by how well and elegant she looked. She was wealthy and displayed class and maturity, unlike twenty-five years ago when she produced liquor out of her bathroom to make a few quid.

“And I never expected to be back, but here I am, trying to save my daughter from the bad influence of your family” your mother said without any reluctance whatsoever, causing Polly to raise her eyebrows.

“Your daughter is Y/N. I have met her at the gambling den and Thomas, in particular, seems to have taken an interest in her” Polly said almost jokingly before, without asking, pouring your mother a glass of whiskey.

“An interest in her? How?” your mother asked before taking the glass from Polly’s well-manicured hands.

“In the way Thomas takes an interest in anybody. Only he knows. It could be a professional interest or it could be much more than that. I don’t really know. He seems to keep those things from me these days” Polly explained while gesturing for your mother to sit down which, of course, she did in order to be polite.

“He can’t take an interest in her” your mother said nonetheless which, again, caused Polly to chuckle.

“He can’t?” Polly laughed while pouring herself a drink as well. “You would know Thomas well enough to also know that he has no limitations, right? If he likes your daughter then there is nothing I can do about it” Polly then joked before explaining to your mother that the word “can’t” is not part of Tommy’s vocabulary,

“Polly, I am begging you to be reasonable here. I do not want my daughter to be part of this family nor do I want her to be involved with Thomas Shelby in any way whatsoever” your mother said with a less demanding but more desperate tone in her voice.

“She isn’t part of the family. She just part of the business. Despite, she is new and Tommy will get over her within no time, trust me. It is just the way he is these days. I would not think too much of it if I was you” Polly said bluntly.

“Thomas must end her employment and never see her again. I am demanding it! Please! For old times’ sake” your mother said in a begging kind of manner.

“Like I said, Thomas has taken an interest in her for now, so I doubt that he would be amicable to letting her go” polly repeated herself, not knowing why your mother was making such a big deal out of all this. You were grown woman and should be able to decide for yourself as to who you are getting yourself involved with.

“She is not a woman for Thomas Shelby to toy with. There will be consequences if he does” your mother then went on to say, trying to reason with Polly without giving too much away. Although she soon realised that her efforts were futile.

“Being?” Pully asked, intrigued. “Are you going to shoot him?” she then joked and, of course, your mother shook her head.

“No, but Arthur might” she then blurted out, causing Polly to laugh.

“Arthur?” she asked. “And why would he do that?” she wondered.

“Because Y/N is his daughter. Isn’t that obvious to you?” your mother responded almost hysterically, causing Polly’s chin to drop. She knew that there was something about you which intrigued her and made her feel as though she knew you somehow or from somewhere, but she could never really figure out why she had this somewhat strange feeling about you. Now, it all made sense to her and she was shocked.

“I never told anyone until now because I am ashamed of ever having been involved with this family. I was young and naïve when I fell in love with Arthur and I certainly do not want my daughter to become a part of any criminal activities. I am begging you Polly, from mother to mother, get her out of this company” your mother then went on to say before Polly could even digest the news.

“That explains everything. Y/N is a Shelby woman” Polly said. She was stunned and got up from where she was sitting in order to walk around, thinking about what to do next.

“No. She will never be a Shelby woman” your mother blurted out, invading Polly’s thoughts about how to approach these news with both Arthur and Tommy.

“Unfortunatly that is not up to you to decide. It is Y/N’s decision alone. If she wants to be a part of this family, then by all means, she can…” Polly argued while still thinking about it some more. “Of course, Tommy will keep her out of the sport if she is a Shelby and, of course, she will be under the protection of the Peaky Blinders so, really, there is nothing for you to worry about, is there?” Polly then went on to say while grabbing her coat and telling your mother that she had more urgent business to attend to.

She had to find Arthur and she most certainly had to find Tommy before he was to do something stupid.

At the same time…

Just as your mother went to see Polly at her offices at around ten o’clock, you went into work at the gambling den and were greeted by Linda who appeared to be upset by something Lizzie had done.

According to her, it was Lizzie who took the missing money from safe simply to play tricks on you and even Linda herself was outraged by this.

“I can’t believe it. This is so dishonest of her” she said and it took you a while to comprehend what she was saying.

“So, Lizzie took the money and wanted me to take the fall for it? Is that it?” you asked, causing Linda to nod.

“Yes. She thinks that you are seeing Tommy which, I know, is quite outrageous” Linda laughed. “I know you like him, this much is obvious to me, but as if he would be interested in sleeping with someone like you. It’s absurd and I told Lizzie so many times that she had nothing to worry about…” she went on to say, causing you to fume with anger.

“Right. Listen Linda, I am not feeling well today so I will be taking the day off” you said calmly, supressing the anger you felt towards her.

“You will what now?” Linda asked. She was surprised by your audacity to leave her with all the work that had to be done and snapped. “You can’t just leave. I am on my own here” she spat.

“Watch me. I can. I will see you tomorrow” you said as you waived her goodbye whereas, the truth was, that you did not feel unwell at all.

You felt anger towards her, yes, but, after comment, you also suddenly felt an urgent need to continue where you had left off last night when you visited Tommy.

For some reason, Linda’s comment triggered something inside of you and you felt as though you needed to prove something to yourself and this exactly why, for the next two hours, you spent all of your money to buy yourself something nice before, finally, returning to Arrow House to claim what you ought was yours.

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bloody-bee-tea · 2 months

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 13 - I'll take you all

The prompt for this was "I really like you"

Suguru bites back a groan when Professor Yaga announces that the next project will be done in pairs of two. It’s the worst possible thing for Suguru, because he prefers to work alone and it’s not as if he made any friends this year who he could ask to team up with.

That means he’s going to be paired with a complete stranger and that’s going to suck big time, Suguru already knows it.

It sucked last year, too, after all.

The people he was paired up with made rude comments about his painted nails and his long hair and they were downright hostile when he told them that he is only available at certain times, and no, he cannot budge on those.

Suguru didn’t even bother to explain because someone who has such baseless prejudices against him simply from his looks would probably not take too kindly to learning that Suguru has two daughters at home.

He heard how some of these students talk about girls who fall pregnant at nineteen or even twenty. He doesn’t need to hear what they would say should they learn that he became a father at fifteen.

“Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru,” Professor Yaga calls out in that moment and Suguru fights the urge to slam his head against the table.

He couldn’t have been paired with a worse person.

Everyone at campus knows Gojo Satoru; he’s notorious for being late, being a player, being an asshole and rude and a general pain in the ass, being so unbelievable rich that his parents didn’t have time to raise him right.

In his two years at this university Suguru has managed to evade Satoru as best as he can and in all honesty he didn’t even know that he was sharing a class with him.

He’s certainly not present a lot.

“Geto, a word please?” Professor Yaga says when he ends the lecture and Suguru quickly packs his stuff away before he walks up to him.

“Yes?”

“I informed Gojo about this per Mail last night already, hoping he’d show up. Seeing as this is not the case, I just wanted to let you know that in your special case you’ll be graded individually, should you wish so. Just let me know. I know working with Gojo is—not ideal,” Professor Yaga says with a wince and Suguru almost laughs at his constipated look, “but someone has to and at least with you I know you’re diligent enough to cover your own part well. I wouldn’t worry about it impacting your grades.”

“Only my nerves,” Suguru mutters under his breath though when Professor Yaga almost chokes on his breath he knows he wasn’t quiet enough. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” Professor Yaga waves him off. “Just don’t let him drive you crazy, Gojo has a penchant for doing that to people.”

“I would say I’ve had decent training at home,” Suguru drily gives back, because of course his professors know about his situation, in case he has to call in sick on behalf of the girls.

“You might be right with that. Maybe you’re uniquely equipped to deal with him, it would certainly be a first,” Professor Yaga sighs out. “And if not, you just tell me. Have a good day, Geto.”

“Thank you, Professor Yaga,” Suguru says again and then shoulders his bag.

It’s good to know that no matter how much Satoru fucks up, it won’t impact Suguru’s grades but he’s seriously not looking forward to wrangling him. The damage to his mind could be irreparable after all.

Suguru has just stepped outside the lecture hall when he’s accosted by a tall, gangly boy with a shock of white hair.

“You Suguru?” the guy asks and Suguru musters him from head to toe.

“You couldn’t even bother to show up to class? Not once? Not even for today?” he then asks, because of course he knows that this is Satoru.

He had to know, in order to stay out of his way.

“What for? It’s all boring shit anyway,” Satoru carelessly gives back and pulls out his phone. “I need your number.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow at him and waits him out.

“Ehm, hello? I said I need your number,” Satoru repeats but Suguru isn’t bothered.

“That’s good for you,” he says and then falls silent again.

“Seriously? Are you stupid or something?” Satoru mutters after a moment.

“Are you without manners, perhaps?” Suguru shoots right back, because he’s not going to let this guy trample all over him.

Suguru can say no to his daughters and Satoru has nothing on them.

Satoru opens and closes his mouth several times before he huffs out a breath.

“Would you please give me your number? So we can coordinate for meet-ups.”

“There you go,” Suguru says with a smile and gets his own phone. “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

“That wasn’t so hard now,” Satoru mocks him, even as he dutifully puts in the numbers Suguru recites to him. “You’re a real prick, you know that?”

“Takes one to know one, apparently,” Suguru evenly says and saves Satoru’s number when he shoots him a text. “Do you want to schedule a time right now?”

“You think I plan ahead?” Satoru flippantly says and turns around, walking away from Suguru with a little wave of his hand. “I’ll text you when I’m free.”

“Oh, no, you won’t,” Suguru mutters under his breath and immediately sends Satoru a text message, outlining the dates and times he’s available.

It’s probably for naught, but at least he can say he tried.

~*~*~

Throughout the week Satoru messages him with sporadic ‘I am free now’s to which Suguru only ever copy pastes his very first message. They still have time for the project so Suguru isn’t worried about anything yet, especially not with Professor Yaga’s reassurance.

It’ll work out with Satoru or it won’t, Suguru really couldn’t care less.

To his surprise Satoru suggests one of the times Suguru is actually available during the second week. He caved surprisingly quickly, Suguru thinks, though he doesn’t yet dare to trust it.

And clearly rightfully so, Suguru thinks, his annoyance rising, when the set time arrives and then passes, with no Satoru in sight.

At the fifteen minute mark Suguru decides to get started without him, because he’s already at the coffee shop anyway and so he might as well get some work done. He reads the first chapter of the book they are supposed to cover, taking meticulous notes on it and he’s so engrossed in his work that he startles badly when someone slides into the booth opposite of his.

“What a good little student you are,” Satoru says, deliberately mocking and Suguru closes the book.

“Not everyone has a family that pays for our grades, sorry to disappoint,” he gives back, not letting his anger show and he feels a stab of satisfaction when Satoru’s eyes widen in surprise.

It seems not enough people talk back to him. Well, Suguru will gladly change that, because he’s not about to simply take this guy’s bullshit.

He checks his watch, exaggerating the movement greatly and then gives Satoru a disappointed look.

“You’re almost an hour late.”

“Count yourself lucky I showed up at all,” Satoru grumbles out and promptly leaves Satoru to get himself something to drink.

Well. Suguru has half an hour before he has to leave and pick up the girls; he might as well check out if Satoru is an airhead or not.

Once Satoru is back with his coffee—it looks more like a concoction but Satoru seems happy enough with it—Suguru immediately launches into his notes.

To his surprise Satoru can keep up with his train of thought easily, and either he did the assigned reading or he read this book before, because he seems familiar with the topic. He has a lot of valid thoughts, even though he presents them in a manner that makes Suguru want to strangle him but by the end of the half hour, Suguru is almost sad he has to leave.

Satoru could be really nice to work with, if only his attitude was better.

“What are you doing?” Satoru asks with a frown when Suguru starts to pack his things. “We’re not done.”

“No, we’re not,” Suguru easily gives back. “But unlike you, I have responsibilities.”

“So? Whatever it is, cancel them or reschedule or whatever. I was just getting entertained.”

“Good for you, but the world doesn’t revolve around you. I don’t have time to sit around for an hour, waiting to see if you deign to grace me with your presence; I have actual things to do and if you can’t keep to a scheduled time, then that’s on you. Have a nice afternoon.”

He doesn’t give Satoru the chance to say anything to that because he simply walks out on him.

Satoru doesn’t text him for an entire week.

~*~*~

They are supposed to meet again; same coffee shop, same time. Suguru knows better now and brings some assigned reading for another lecture with him, because he’s not going to waste another hour here.

He’s barely finished three paragraphs when Satoru sits down at the table.

“This is—surprising,” Suguru admits and closes his book. “I wasn’t expecting you yet.”

“Yeah, well,” Satoru says but he doesn’t meet Suguru’s eyes. “I like to keep you guessing.”

“Clearly,” Suguru agrees, still completely caught off guard when Satoru leaves to get his drink.

He managed to get himself back under control by the time Satoru is back, though.

“Alright, lets get started then,” Suguru decides and just like that, they are off.

Suguru hates to admit it, but their discussion is just as good as it was the other week and by the time the third week of their meeting rolls around he has to admit that he’s looking forward to it.

Especially because Satoru continues to show up on time, and their banter loses some of the bite and goes more into teasing territory the more time they spend together.

It’s good.

“Hey listen,” Satoru says one day, well into their semester, sliding Suguru his coffee across the table.

Suguru receives it with a questioning look but Satoru only shrugs.

“I’m listening,” Suguru finally says, noticing how Satoru nervously taps a finger against the table.

“I wanted to apologise.”

That makes Suguru close his book. He even puts his pen down.

“For what?” he warily asks, wondering what new shenanigans Satoru has been up to.

Suguru learned a while back that he’s very mischievous, but that he has trouble recognising some lines. He’s mostly not crossing them out of spite or to be deliberately cruel but because he doesn’t even know he went too far.

They’ve been working on it, in their growing friendship, but if Satoru starts like this it makes Suguru worry.

“For how I treated you at first. Being so late that first time, too,” Satoru says and Suguru blinks at him. “It was a real douche-y thing to do.”

“It was,” Suguru admits because sitting around for an hour, knowing you’d been stood up—even if it was only for class work—had sucked.

“I know. I just—sorry.”

“What brought this on?” Suguru wants to know. “I mean, I forgive you, especially since you’ve been on time since then, but. Why even do it in the first place?”

“Honestly?” Satoru shrugs. “Because I can. And no one ever walked out on me like that. People usually bend to my will, no matter how late I am or what I say or do.”

Suguru hums because he suspected something like that. Everything he heard about Satoru told him that while people liked to complain about him and his behaviour, they still always did what he wanted them to do.

Stupid suckers, the lot of them.

“Well, you can count on me to always walk out on you if you’re being stupid,” Suguru reassures him, nudging Satoru’s foot with his, to take the bite out of his words.

“Thanks for that, I guess,” Satoru says with a roll of his eyes and just like that, they are back to normal.

Suguru doesn’t think more about it until they part ways to leave but then it suddenly hits him.

They are friends now.

~*~*~

Suguru can’t bring himself to tell Satoru about Nanako and Mimiko.

They’ve started to talk more, even outside of their weekly meetings and Suguru knows that having kids is most likely something you’re supposed to tell your friends but he can’t get the words out.

Satoru has never judged him for his painted nails or his too long hair, but having kids is different. That might turn Satoru away from him and Suguru finds that he doesn’t want that.

He can’t imagine not being able to talk to Satoru on a daily basis and so he doesn’t want to do anything that could jeopardise that. Especially not when he starts to notice the butterflies in his belly when Satoru laughs, or smirks, or generally exists.

It’s stupid and irrational, Suguru knows that, because if Satoru turns away from him for having daughters, then they shouldn’t have been friends in the first place anyway and yet—the words simply won’t come.

Until it’s all taken out of his hands.

They barely sat down with their coffees when Suguru’s phone rings.

It immediately puts a frown on Satoru’s face and a fluttering panic in Suguru’s stomach because he has his phone on silent, except for this one contact.

His daughter’s daycare can always reach him.

“Geto speaking,” he says as he picks up and the worry only grows.

“Hello. I’m sorry to call you like this but Nanako is sick. She has a fever and she won’t stop crying. We think it’s best if you pick your daughters up early today, Mimiko is understandably distressed as well.”

“I see. Of course, I’ll be over in a moment.”

“Please don’t rush. It’s nothing serious. I just think they’d feel better if they had their dad.”

“Right. I’m on my way,” Suguru gives back and even though she made sure to reassure him that it’s not serious or life-threatening by any means, Suguru feels panic crawl up his throat.

He’s so far away from the daycare. It will take him too long to get there and to think that Nanako has to wait for him to arrive, crying all the time—

“You okay? You turned kind of white,” Satoru interrupts his thoughts and Suguru jerks.

“I have to leave,” he says, hastily stuffing his things into his bag.

“Suguru,” Satoru says, reaching across the table to grab his arm, stilling Suguru’s movement. “What’s going on?”

“I—I have to pick up my daughters,” Suguru says, not allowing himself to think about this any more than that. He has to get them. It doesn’t matter what Satoru thinks.

“Okay. Do you need a ride there? Can I help otherwise?” Satoru asks, staying completely calm and Suguru lets out a harsh breath.

“You have a car?”

“I do. I don’t have seats for them, though,” he says as if that’s a failing on his part and Suguru shakes his head.

“It’s not far from the daycare to my apartment. If I sit with them in the back it should be fine.”

This once. Just this once, it can be fine if they ride in a car without their seats. It has to be.

“Alright. Let’s get going then,” Satoru says, packing everything up faster than even Suguru did and before he knows it they are already at the daycare.

Satoru waits in the car and Suguru is glad for the space he gives him to pick up his daughters. Nanako is still crying when Suguru gets to her and Mimiko looks about ready to burst into tears, too, and he doesn’t hesitate to sweep them up in his arms.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, I’m here,” he whispers, both of them clinging to him, and of course that sets off Mimiko. “Ready to go home, girls?” he asks, even though they are in no state to answer him and Suguru whisks them away just like that.

Satoru is already waiting for him, opening the door when he sees them coming and Suguru gives him a grateful smile over Nanako’s head.

“They sure had a hard time without their dad, huh?” Satoru asks, sticking his head into the car to check if Suguru gets them situated without problems and then he’s behind the wheel again.

“Home?”

“Please,” Suguru whispers, and as soon as Satoru has the address, they are off again.

“Can you handle it from here?” Satoru asks once he parked in front of Suguru’s building and Suguru hesitates before he nods.

“Listen, I’ll call you as soon as I can, okay?” he asks, because he feels as if he has to clear this up, at least try to explain all of this to Satoru.

“Sure, but no rush. Your daughters first, alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” Suguru mutters as he climbs out of the car.

It takes him a while to get Nanako and Mimiko back in his arms, especially since Nanako is now fast asleep and Mimiko not far behind, but in the end he even manages a small wave at Satoru, who drives away with a smile.

In his apartment, Suguru puts his daughters to bed immediately. It’s clear they tired themselves out and Nanako is still burning up with her fever. He’ll probably have to go out later to get some medicine for her, Suguru thinks, even as he gets his phone out.

He’s still on his daughter’s bed when he calls Satoru, but he can’t quite bring himself to leave them, not when he can still spot tear tracks on their faces.

“That was fast,” Satoru says when he picks up and Suguru sighs.

“They were already asleep. I just put them to bed, everything else will follow later.”

He’ll need to see if he has everything he needs for a good chicken soup at home. He hopes so, because he doesn’t feel like going grocery shopping.

“They’ll be fine, Suguru, with your care they’ll be as good as new in no time. The people at the daycare said it’s just a fever, right?”

“It’ll be a cold soon enough and then they’ll sniffle all around the house,” Suguru drily says, because he has been through this often enough by now.

Still, that initial phone call from the daycare never fails to make him panic.

“Sorry for panicking.”

“That’s alright,” Satoru easily gives back. “Understandable, even.”

There’s a brief silence before Suguru finds his voice again.

“Listen, I’m sorry.”

“What for?” Satoru wants to know and Suguru huffs out a bitter laugh.

“For not telling you. That I have two daughters.”

Satoru stays silent for so long that Suguru’s stomach drops.

“That’s alright,” he finally says and he even sounds as if he means it. “It can’t be easy, right? How old are they?”

“Six. They’ll start school soon.”

“I see. And—their mother?”

“Not in the picture,” Suguru gives back and he doesn’t even sound bitter about it.

He accepted her absence long ago, even though it hasn’t been easy.

“Why—why didn’t you tell me?” Satoru eventually asks and Suguru wonders if his explanation will be good enough for Satoru.

“People are—judgemental,” Suguru says. “I’ve been mocked a whole lot for them and many people have turned away from me when they learned that I became a father so young. It’s not—I didn’t want that.”

With you, he doesn’t say, even though he’s certain Satoru still knows.

“I don’t care, Suguru,” Satoru says, almost sounding angry. “Why would I care that you’re a loving father to your kids? What the hell.” He huffs out a breath. “I just want to help. I just want to be there.”

There are so many questions Suguru has—Now? In the future? What the hell does Satoru want?—but he can’t voice them all. He doesn’t know how to and this entire phone call makes him feel as if he’s slowly burning up.

Maybe he already contracted whatever Nanako has.

“I—I need a moment, don’t call back,” he rushes out and promptly hangs up on Satoru because what the hell.

That almost sounded as if Satoru not only doesn’t mind but maybe wants to be involved as well? With Suguru and his daughters? Surely that can’t be, right?

Suguru’s thoughts are still a complete mess when Mimiko blinks up at him.

“Was that your friend?” she asks and Suguru can’t help it, he simply has to laugh.

He no longer has any idea what Satoru is to him.

“I don’t know, baby,” he finally manages and pushes her sweaty hair out of her face. She has a fever, too. “Go back to sleep, alright?”

She doesn’t have to be told twice, because she immediately snuggles up to Nanako and promptly falls back asleep.

Which is good, because it will help her get better soon but it also leaves Suguru alone with his thoughts.

Satoru didn’t seem mad. He said he wants to be there—to help and maybe more? Suguru doesn’t know, but he’s probably not going to figure this out on his own, so he calls Satoru back.

“Everything okay?” Satoru asks as soon as he picks up and Suguru lets out a long breath.

“Satoru, are you my friend?” he asks and he hates to admit it, but he holds his breath for Satoru’s answer.

But Satoru stays quiet.

“Ah, I see,” Suguru mutters, and his heart aches. Of course Satoru isn’t, not really. No matter what he just said, he clearly does care that Suguru has two daughters.

Or maybe things went wrong even earlier. Who knows.

“I kinda want to fuck you stupid,” Satoru suddenly blurts out. “Or be fucked stupid, I don’t care. And I’m also kinda already imagining domestic scenes with you and the girls, so—being friends seems kind of lacking to me.”

Suguru’s ears are ringing.

“What?” he breathes out because surely Satoru didn’t just say any of that, but Satoru’s nervous laugh at the other end of the line tells Suguru that he really did.

“Listen, I’m kind of right outside? There’s this small shop around the corner, the auntie there makes the best chicken soup—and I brought some real food for you, too—and I have some books here, for the girls? I thought we could—I mean you could read to them, they’ll probably be bored out of their minds soon enough and I also brought medicine? It’s not as if I know what they need, but I described it to the apothecary and they recommended stuff? So, ehm, yeah,” he trails off.

Suguru is still processing everything he just said when Satoru speaks up again.

“You can tell me to fuck off, too, I mean I can leave these things right here as well, whatever works best for you, really.”

He ends with another nervous laugh and Suguru gets up before he can think too hard about it. He really has to see Satoru right now.

Satoru is pacing in front of his door, phone still pressed to his ear when Suguru yanks it open. He blinks at him with his beautiful eyes and Suguru wants to kiss him stupid.

“You want to have nasty sex?” he asks and Satoru goes bright red.

“Possibly?”

“And you want to be grossly domestic with me and my daughters.”

Now Satoru seems to find his footing again because he squares up and nods, much more certain now.

“Most definitely.” He hesitates for a moment. “I really like you, Suguru.”

“I am a single-father to two not that well-adjusted six-year-old daughters,” Suguru says because he fears that some of that might have flown over Satoru’s head.

“Yes.”

“And you don’t mind.”

“I really do not mind at all,” Satoru promises him and Suguru can detect no lie.

“I really like you, too,” he finally says and doesn’t laugh when Satoru slumps in relief.

“Thank fuck,” he mutters out and then holds out a bag with all the promised things. “I can still go, if it’s all too much today, I just—I’m really happy.”

“Me, too,” Suguru admits and instead of taking the bag, he takes Satoru’s hand. “Eating alone is boring and the girls are asleep, so come here.”

Satoru almost stumbles over his feet, he’s so quick to get close to Suguru and Suguru can’t even tease him for it, because he helps Satoru along by pulling him after all.

“Thank you,” Suguru mumbles, his lips brushing Satoru’s and he’s not going to tease Satoru for the little sound he makes, because Suguru’s knees are about to buckle with nerves and happiness and everything else.

“Always,” Satoru promises him and closes the distance between them, bringing their lips together more firmly.

Suguru is careful not to let the bag drop to the floor, but that is about the only thought in his mind for a very long while. By the time they remember the food, it’s long gone cold and the girls are awake again.

Satoru makes good on his promise and reads to them while Suguru prepares dinner and it’s already so grossly domestic to Suguru that he can barely stand it.

He hopes there will be many days like this in the future.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #father geto suguru #getting together #fluff #hurt/comfort #first kiss

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Avatrice - neighbors AU

[and Beatrice has 2 kids]

Ava knocked on the door, shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she waited. Hearing the steps from the other side becoming louder with each passing second was almost enough for her to turn around to leave.

Almost, had it not been for the door opening right before she could run back to her apartment, revealing her neighbor greeting her with a small, polite smile.

Beatrice Xin.

Her next door neighbor that, though she’d moved in a couple of months after Ava, she knew almost nothing about.

She knew that she left too early in the morning and came back too late in the evening, but somehow managed to have enough time to take care of two little girls that, if Ava had to guess, were between five and two years old. She didn’t know much about the girls either; she assumed they were her daughters, even if Beatrice seemed far too young and far too busy to have kids, it was not her place to judge.

She also knew, from the few times they’d crossed paths, that Beatrice always managed to offer her a small, but genuine smile, despite how tired she seemed. If Ava was being honest, Beatrice smile was disarming, and she vividly remembers her legs going weak the first time she saw it.

That was another thing she knew: Beatrice was painfully attractive.

However, that was as far as Ava’s knowledge on Beatrice Xin extended, hence why she felt so awkward standing there.

“Hi.” Ava greeted shyly, already unable to stop her hands from fidgeting with a lose thread of her shirt. Beatrice kept her eyes on her; unreadable. “I’m Ava Silva, your neighbor from the other side of the hall.” In her head, Ava was thanking every deity she knew for giving her enough confidence to introduce herself without stuttering.

“I’m Beatrice Xin.” She offered her a hand for Ava to shake, who took it immediately, giving her a bright smile as she squeezed it gently. Beatrice smiled back, wider this time but still small, and Ava could do nothing but stare.

Beatrice let her, her own eyes scanning over her neighbor’s features to commit them to memory. Suddenly, she became aware that she was still holding Ava’s hand, the smaller girl’s grip loose around her own firm hand. She let go, maybe too quickly and too awkwardly, but Ava didn’t seem to care.

“Right so….,” Ava trailed off, her nerves getting the best of her. “There’s no way I can say this without sounding weird or stupid or straight up crazy and I completely understand if you just shut the door in my face-“ Beatrice’s amused yet slightly threatening eyebrow raise was enough to get Ava to stop her rambling and take a deep breath. “Can I borrow your kids?”

Any trace of amusement was gone as soon as Beatrice heard the word ‘kids’.

“Excuse me?” Ava took notice of her british accent and wondered how someone could grow more attractive by the second. She quickly pushed those thoughts aside, feeling herself grow smaller in front of Beatrice’s threatening eyebrow raise and her suddenly closed off demeanor.

Ava fought the chills crawling up her spine, suddenly aware of the small height difference in Beatrice’s favor that made her all the more scary. Still, she took another deep breath, desperate to at least get her neighbor to hear her explanation and not think she’s completely insane.

“I… I kinda told my ex that I couldn’t go out with him today and meet his new girlfriend because I have to babysit, when I really just don’t want to go because even if we ended on ‘good terms’ and we’re friends, it’s going to be so awkward and I’m not sure I’m ready to put myself through that but I-“ She cut herself short to catch her breath, giving Beatrice a sheepish smile.

“What do you need the kids for then?” Beatrice asked before she could continue. “You said no, so why do you need my kids?” her voice was stern and demanding, like a high school principal, her face unreadable as ever.

“Well,“ Ava sighed, preparing herself to blurt out the second half of her explanation. “He said they could come to say hi while I babysit, because he lives in another city and wanted to stop by, since they’re only here for the weekend and it’s the only time he’s available. I couldn’t backtrack with the babysitting lie, because that would make it too obvious that I don’t want to meet them so…”

Ava looked up from her fidgety hands to the woman in front of her, who stared back at her with what Ava thought -hoped- was maybe a small glint of amusement in her dark, expressionless eyes.

“I know it sounds insane but you’re the only person I know that has kids and they really won’t stay for long; 30 minutes at most.” Beatrice frowned, and Ava couldn’t believe she actually seemed to be thinking about it. “I swear I’ll take good care of them, please!” Ava pushed, ready to beg on her knees if she had to. “I’ll owe you anything! I can clean your entire apartment!, or take down your trash for as long as you live here.” She decided to finalized with her offers, and Beatrice let out an annoyed sigh.

“Are you really willing to go this far to save yourself the embarrassment?” Beatrice questioned, and Ava wasn’t sure if she was making fun of her or if she was genuinely curious.

“Yes!” Ava answered, too sure of herself. Beatrice rolled her eyes at the answer, but couldn’t hide the small smile making its way to her lips.

Ava felt a spark of hope grow in her chest at the reaction, and decided to give her the best puppy eyes she could muster.

God.

At that moment, Beatrice genuinely felt like she couldn’t say no. For some reason, this complete stranger that seemed to put all her faith in her, hoping that Beatrice was just as insane as she was and would aid her in her stupid lie, was actually managing to convince her.

Beatrice took her time to study the girl, who seemed just a couple of years younger than her and knew nothing about. Just by their first interaction, she could tell the girl was like an open book, all of her emotions easy to label just by taking a look into her eyes. She didn’t seem like a real threat and, if she truly wanted to kidnap or harm her children in any way, Beatrice didn’t think she would be to borrow them like they were a cup of flour.

“Fine.” Beatrice stated, and Ava let out a relieved yelp, jumping around to celebrate her small victory.

It could be good to get to know her neighbors anyways.

“Really?” Ava asked, buzzing with energy.

“Yes, but with one condition.” Ava became serious all of a sudden, ready to obey whatever this woman said as long as it would spare her the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. “You have come to our apartment, and I get to stay.” Beatrice stated firmly.

“What?” Ava frowned, slightly confused. “What’s the point of babysitting if their mom is here?”

“I can just stay in Oli’s room.” Beatrice answered, getting a puzzled look from Ava. “The baby.” She clarified, regretting her decision already.

“Ok, yeah. Sounds fair.“ Ava nodded, and for the first time since she got there, she caught a glimpse of Beatrice’s apartment.

Unlike hers, it was spotless, furnished with simple furniture in white and grayish tones. Beatrice gestured for her to come in, allowing Ava a full few of the apartment. Despite most of it being grey and white, the place felt warm and homey, with the evening sunlight shining through the windows and a couple of scattered, colorful toys in the fluffy grey rug of the living room.

“When is your ex coming?”

“Shit.” Ava muttered, as she checked the time on her phone.

“Language.” Beatrice scolded, and Ava had to bite her tongue to keep herself from giggling.

“Sorry. He said they’ll be here in 20 minutes.” She answered sheepishly.

“That’s not a lot of time.” For some reason, Beatrice seemed to be worried about her, even if she clearly disapproved of the entire plan. “You should hurry and get my kid to like you if you want this to work.” Ava was momentarily shocked at how invested Beatrice sounded, but didn’t hesitate to follow her to the kitchen.

“Willow.” Beatrice called as they entered, and Ava was met by wide brown eyes staring at her with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

The little girl stood up, her pigtails swaying from side to side as she ran to meet them at the door, her bangs slightly disheveled. Her hair was a lot darker than Beatrice’s and her skin paler, but otherwise they looked quite alike.

“This is Ava, our neighbor.” Beatrice introduced, and Willow extended a hand for her to shake, just like her mother. Ava shook it gently, giving the girl a smile as she introduced herself.

“I’m Willow!” She replied with excitement that Ava didn’t hesitate to mirror.

“It’s such a pretty name! What were you doing there, Willow?” Ava said pointing at the kitchen table, and after some hesitation the girl dragged her by the hand she was still holding to show her.

“I was coloring the animal book auntie Cam got me.” She sat back down, and Ava stood next to her, appreciating Willow’s attempt at staying within the lines.

“Willow, “ Beatrice voice echoed from behind the pair, making them both turn around with wide, attentive eyes. “Would you like Ava to play with you for a little while?” The young girl furrowed her eyebrows, trying to push her bangs aside.

“Why?” She asked innocently. Beatrice knelt down in front of her daughter, fixing her messy bangs for her.

“Well, since Ava lives next door, I thought it would be nice if you get to know her, don’t you think?” Willow nodded, because everything her mom said made sense; most of the time. Beatrice gave her a smile and gestured for Ava to sit on the chair next to Willow, while she sat in the one across from them.

Though the little girl was quite shy and closed off at first, taking hesitant glances up to her mom after she spoke, it didn’t take long for her to warm up to Ava. She always thought it was a lot easier to talk to children rather than adults, and really enjoyed taking part on their own little world.

“You’re doing it wrong!” Willow giggled as Ava colored outside of the drawing instead of inside, which was absolutely on purpose, and not because she got distracted by her small talk with Willow.

Ava felt her phone buzz, and typed a quick reply to JC before making gestures to Beatrice that she needed to go.

“Willow,” Beatrice spoke, gentle as ever but still commanding all of the little girl’s attention. “Would you like to help Ava with a game?” Willows eyes went wide at the mention of a game, going from her mother to Ava as she nodded excitedly.

“What is it?”

“Ava is playing pretend with a couple of friends, and they’re coming to see her.” The girls mouth formed an ‘o’ that Ava couldn’t help but mirror. “She’s pretending to be taking care of you while I’m gone.”

“But… you’re here.” Willow frowned, her eyes going from Ava to Beatrice in search of an answer.

“That’s why we are pretending I’m not here.” Beatrice explained patiently.

“So you’re in the game too?” Beatrice nodded, and Willow copied her, seeming to understand. “What does the winner get?” She asked, a confident smile on her face.

“Do you like waffles?” Ava asked, and if she noticed the angry look Beatrice shot her, she chose to ignore it. Willow let out a happy yelp, standing from her chair and jumping up and down.

“Willow,” Beatrice called, and the girl jumped all the way to her. “Remember, to win the game, you have to stay with Ava and her friends, and pretend I’m not here, capisce?”

“Capisce.” The little girl replied, making a motion of taking off a hat.

Before Ava could comment on their vocabulary they heard the door bell ring, and Ava felt her heart shoot up to her throat. Beatrice just gave her a reassuring nod before disappearing into the small hallway.

“Let the games begin.” Ava said to Willow solemnly after hearing the door of the room click.

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The game lasted a little over 20 minutes, seeing that JC had made a dinner reservation for them and was really just stopping by.

It was nice to see him, Ava admitted, even if it was awkward at first, the conversation managed to flow nicely just like before they dated. She even managed to make small talk with his new girlfriend, who was really sweet and allowed their conversation to go uninterrupted by engaging with Willow and her Lego tower.

As soon as the door behind them closed, Ava let out a sigh of relief, realizing it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. It was nice, actually, and it gave her a weird sense of closure to see JC after so long and meet as friends.

“I win!” Willow chanted, jumping through the living room as Beatrice came out of the room, holding Olivia in her arms.

Ava gave Willow a triumphant high five and a bright grin to Beatrice, who seemed both surprised and relieved that it’d actually worked.

“You didn’t have to bribe her you know?” Beatrice whispered, seeing the little girl run to the kitchen in anticipation of her prize.

“I kinda did.” Ava giggled, cooing at the baby in Beatrice’s arms. “I had to bribe you too.” She added with a wink.

Beatrice rolled her eyes, walking ahead of Ava to hide the light blush creeping up her cheeks.

“You don’t have to do anything, by the way.” Beatrice said, after putting Olivia down on her chair. She opened the fridge to take out the ingredients for the waffles, while Willow searched for the largest pot she could find to make the mix. “You just… owe me one?” Beatrice said tentatively, feeling her heart warm at the sight of Ava’s bright smile.

So, Beatrice found herself spending the rest of the evening with this stranger, Ava, and her old waffle maker, far more entertained than she’ll ever admit.

Though she scolded Ava more than she ever did her own child —for not measuring the ingredients, for mixing the batter so energetically it got everywhere, including Beatrice’s shirt, among other things— she couldn’t help but smile all the same, seeing Willow laugh carelessly and enjoy her tower of waffles covered in syrup.

After Olivia had eaten all of the broccoli mush that wasn’t on her clothes, and Willow had long forgotten her waffles and devoted herself to watching her favorite show in the living room, Ava took it as her cue to leave.

Beatrice couldn’t hide her surprise when she came back from putting Olivia to bed, and found the kitchen as spotless as it had been.

“What? It was as only fair I cleaned up my own mess.” Ava said with a teasing smile.

“Thank you.” Beatrice said with the widest smile Ava had seen from her.

It was easy to smile around Ava, Beatrice noticed.

“Thank you.” Ava said, taking a step forward. “You really saved me from a lot of…”

“Explaining? Questions? Embarrassment?” Beatrice offered, and Ava gave her a shy nod, but her smile never seemed to leave her. Not like Beatrice wanted to.

“Yeah… thanks.” Ava said as she walked out the kitchen, waffle maker held firmly between her hands.

“Willow, say bye to Ava.” Beatrice called once they reached the door and, despite how entranced the little girl seemed by the colorful cartoons in front of her, she ran up to Ava and almost tackled her with a hug. Gently, Ava wrapped her arms around the little girl who mumbled something unintelligible.

“Can Ava come back to play?” Willow asked Beatrice after separating herself from Ava, her tiny hand still clutching Ava’s shirt.

“You should ask her, Lou.” Beatrice placed a gentle hand on the girls hair, staring down at her with so much love Ava felt her heart melt.

“Can you come back to play?” Willow asked her, lightly pulling Ava’s shirt.

“Of course!” Ava promised, shooting an anxious look at Beatrice to confirm she was actually ok with that that. “I’ll see you around, ok?” She said, messing up the little girl’s hair with endearment.

“Bye!” Willow waved, and Ava mirror her, but aimed her wave at the girl’s mother instead.

“Bye, Ava.” Beatrice said, offering her a final, polite smile before closing the door.

Ava let out a sigh, her chest filled with warmth and contempt and hope of seeing Beatrice, and her kids, again.

#part 1 of 2 #probably #I would post it on ao3 but #idk what happens after part 2 please enlighten me #part 2 soon I swear #Beatrice needs Ava’s help this time #please if you read this far lmk if there’s anything you want to see #PLEEK #this was an old idea for another fic #I swear the queen quest au is #somewhere #avatrice #warrior nun #wlw #writing #ficlet #ava silva #sister beatrice #avatrice au

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stylesispunk · 8 months

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Sit there in this hurt

summary: When the love of your life proposes, you say yes, right?

warning: angst.

a/n: I had this sitting on my drafts, so here you go. This is sad.

Word count: 1,2K

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It may be said that your first broken heart is one closer to happily ever after.

It may be said that your broken bones mend after they are crushed in a fall.

And it may be said that seeing someone slipping through your fingers will stop hurting over time.

People always say things they don’t mean.

People always think they know you.

And it’s funny how a broken heart comes from someone you love.

People often had something to say about you and Joe’s relationship, they would tell you and him were made for each other, destined to end up together. People described you as “best friends who became lovers”.

The common “Friends to lovers” trope. The one in which two best friends who were always together realized they were madly in love with each other and then actually ended up together. In this particular case, she was the one who helped her best friend raise his baby after the girlfriend abandoned them both.

Daisy was the shoulder Joel leaned on, the one he shared his fear with and the one he learned to love. He was yours and you were his. A love that raised and never died.

And it was in the middle of a sleepless night when love made sense to him. He was holding a fuzzy baby in his arms, and you were there with your warm smile and tranquil spirit in his cozy house. You were both 23 at that time, and he could no longer look at you the same.

And he wanted you in his life, forever.

You were 24 when he gained the courage to confess his feelings and say “I love you” for the first time. You were holding his one-year-old baby in your arms.

"Daisy, I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat that time,

“Joel, I love you too.”

You whispered back, and with those words hanging in the air, the beginning of a beautiful journey began.

By the year you two had spent together as a couple, he said he wanted to marry you.

You had softly laughed at him and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing him on his cheek as a way to kiss the thought away from him.

You loved Joel, in fact, you were so in love with him and the mere thought of not having him in your life was absurd.

After a year and a half of relationship, he asked you to move in with him and Sarah, solidifying your bond and welcoming you as an integral part of the family, even when you were always one. The love between you two grew to something deeper.

You were his best friend and he was yours.

When you moved into his life, permanently, he began to become clingy, touchy, and expressive of his love for you to the point it almost suffocated you. His head nuzzled into your neck with his arms around your middle.

“I love you,” he said, peppering kisses all over your neck “You’re Sarah’s mother, you know?”

You froze. Are you his lover or only a partner taking care of his daughter?

“I love you” you answered, wiping those nagging thoughts away.

What she didn’t know at that moment was that Joel was planning on asking her to marry him.

He had been planning it for months.

It wasn’t a special night, so you found it odd how Joel wanted to organize a get-together full of your mutual group of friends and your families for his upcoming birthday.

During that night, he couldn’t keep his hands away from you, showering you with acts of love that were only reserved for both of you.

“What’s up with you, big boy?” You asked, allowing Joel to wrap his arms around you.

“Why”? He asked, kissing your cheek.

“Why are you showing me off around like that?” you asked with a giggle, leaning towards him.

“Because I love you” he answered, rolling his eyes at you before peeking at your lips for a short kiss.

It wasn’t long after when you and Joel were dancing in your backyard to the sound of music coming from inside the house.

“Thank you for being here for me, baby. All this time” he said, his voice soft.

“You are my favorite guy”, you replied “Of course I’m going to be there for you, and for Sarah.”

“I love you” he whispered over your lips.

“I love you too”. You smiled.

“Can I tell you something?”

You hummed, raising your head to look at him properly.

“I realized I was in love with you before I even told you” He chuckled, bumping your noses together. “It was one of those nights you were helping me with Sarah, and you had her secured in your arms, and you looked so adorable that I just knew I loved you and that Sarah chose you as her mother”

You giggled. But behind those twinkling eyes, she carried the weight of fear. You didn’t know where this was going, but you had a feeling.

When Joel removed one of his hands to dig inside his pocket and take out a red velvet box

You were frightened.

You weren’t ready.

He got down on one knee, and he instantly gasped. Not out of happiness, but because it was escaping from your lungs.

With your families and friends gathering together around you cheering and recording you, you froze.

“Will you marry me?” Joel asked, looking up at you with those shiny brown eyes of his.

Tommy splashed out on the bottle.

But you were silent, looking at Joel with wide eyes.

“Love?” Joel’s smile dropped, and silence settled all over the place.

You were on display and everyone was expectantly waiting for your answer.

A sob escaped from your lips “I-I,” you shook your head, “I-no.”

From all the answers he could possibly think of, this wasn’t the one he expected.

He laughed nervously, “Daisy what?” he said, dropping on his knees.

You looked away from his eyes, you couldn’t bear the thought of breaking his heart.

“I’m sorry” you sniffled. “But I can’t.”

You quickly turned on your heels and walked inside the house gathering your belongings before walking out of the door.

Joel was still on his knees; in shock, and no one was celebrating.

He made a speech, but now he was speechless.

Carefully and slowly, Tommy rushed to him, helping him to stand, but Joel was in shock, the red box still in his hands with the ring inside.

He was broken, humiliated and he felt embarrassed.

“She is sick in the head”, Joel’s mother muttered, heartbroken by the sight of his son.

Nobody expected the story between the two best friends to turn into a lover's ending like this.

Didn’t soulmates exist anymore?

You were in tears; uncontrollable sobs as you sat in your car outside your shared home.

You hadn't gathered the courage to leave yet.

But why did he do it in front of others?

Why did you put on the sport like that?

He was so good to you, and you were nothing but a cold-hearted bitch now.

He looked so in love with you, and you loved him.

But you decided to walk out,

And that’s why they say the people you love the most are the ones who broke your heart.

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theman-and-themachine · 1 month

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HELLO WILLRY HEADCANONS WHAT ARE THEY

I HAVE SO MANY WILLRY HEADCANONS DUDE. UH UH UH I REQUEST YOU TO ASK MORE SPECIFIC QUESTIONS IF U WISH. But i will blabber for now.

I will go... chronological. Maybe. Very undetailed/detailed in specific and nonsense ways.

THEY MET IN COLLEGE BECAUSE OF COURSE THEY DID. Henry coming from literally like 10~ years of prior homeschooling (could not go to school because. Its hell. and he had breakdowns often). William being shipped over straight from a boarding school.

Their uh. Aquaintenceship starts rocky. William is an angsty almost-adult that needs to control and bully and hurt things and weird people out to get a reaction. Henry is a thing that seems to have no limits, and does not bat an eye at literally any of William's behaviors(doesnt care or geniunely doesnt know that those behaviors are not appropriate (probably engages in some himself))

UH anyways general bullying turns to William annoyingly sticking his nose in Henry's business and going "is that your fursona?" "Yea" "thats cringe" "ok." "... tell me about it."

William gets feelings first. Henry gets feelings soon after.

William gets special interest in Henry(sort of. Mostly a joke but yknow what i mean). Foxy and SpringBonnie are developed around now.

Henry begins to trust William a LOT. he's geniunely interested in what Henry has to say and is extremely supportive of his projects. (Theres def.s some general belittleing maniupulation shit but yknow williams still an asshole, its not like he's a evil villian mastermind he's just an asshole teenager). Henry also hates William, who still picks on him and causes issues and-- aaannd aaand. They get into a fight, privately. Mostly because of Bill pushing his luck and Henry already being worn thin. William gets the shit knocked out of him (and all the sense knocked out, too.). Henry is mentally exhausted and shutting down.

They get to have their first weird intimate moment, or whatever it is like after you have a giant fight. William confirms his crush.

Jojo meets Henry. Henry loves Jojo and JoJo loves henry and theres lots of stuff i can say here but YOU ASKED FOR WILLRY SO: Henry likely compares how he feels about Jojo to how he feels about Bill, and realizes that they are... similar. Very similar.

(Jojo: here is my husbans and here is my husband's boyfriend)

Henry starts to think about (genderly ambigious) springbonnie and projects some feelings onto it.

William's grossness never left but presence of Jojo gets him angry and jealous and Generally swings from I HATE HENRY to HENRY IS LITERALLY MY SAVIOR constantly. Habit starts and never ends.

ANYEAYS ANHWAYS TAILEND OF COLLEGE i think their most important bonding moments are while creating.

Brainstorming ideas off one another. Henry spending ages constructing this perfect plan, measuring, constructing small prototypes, then doing the final thing all in one go. William starting with a spark, making it, adding on, removing, revising, until it's completed. And they both take the same time to do it.

Most of their conversations become the Diner and their Creations. Projecting thoughts and emotions through Fredbear and Springbonnie. "I'm having a kid." "That's awesome man, anyways how do you feel about the visibilty of the performer-eyes." "I think it's visible enough... another coat of paint would look better."

It defiently becomes a sort of safe haven fantasy world, for the both of them. William's already pretty troubled, and gets more stressed with family life. Henry's... also already pretty troubled, and gets a LOT more stressed with the death of Jojo(and his daughter to raise by himself).

I do think Charlie spent a lot of time in the workshop (garages). I still think she was neglected pretty hard lol BUT henry fucking loved her he just is bad at being a bad. Go pay attention to your kid u jackass.

Anyways i think Fredbear+SpringBonnie are developed into their fantasy. I want to live out my days, just you and me, happy and bantering forever.

And then William's youngest dies.

Fredbear = Henry. Henry created everything, William might fancy himself the mastermind but Henry was the one who physicay created everything, who kept up maintence, who killed his son.

William could never bring himself to hurt Henry. Henry is part of HIS fantasy, if he'd destroyed him then William would have nothing left.

He needed this world more than anything else. He needed it to be everything, to retreat into it. He needed Henry to follow him, to abandon the real world that he was still, barely, tethered to.

Pspspspsppsspss charlie cmere.

okayOKAY MOSTLY DEPRESSING AFTER THIS but i do rlly think Henry is still very much ALSO attached to Fredbear and SpringBonnie and their world.and you knoe the guy has dreams(and nightmares) about it constantly. He runs Fredbear and Friends on the tv in the background and sobs into his beer bottle.

Theyre weird together. Heart emoji. I geniunely do think they love eachother. Henry still loves the Bill he knew.

#willry #dottxt

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My Girl [Chapter 12][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 3K

Warning: Age gap, cursing, arguing, angst

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You took a deep breath and knocked on the door, praying that Margot wasn’t the one to open it.

The door swung open. It was Jake. Surprise creased his beautiful face, followed quickly by relief.

“Nat,” he breathed and you almost had to steady yourself because your name on his lips was, and always will be, mesmerizing. You hated how much Jake Seresin made you feel, igniting every single nerve ending in your body without even raising a finger. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

You shook your head to silently explain you weren’t there to see him. “I’m here for Ellie. We had a date planned, remember?”

Jake pondered that for a moment before realization dawned on him and he nodded. “Right, donuts and hot chocolate at the beach.”

“We made those plans before I knew her grandparents were in town, so if we have to reschedule that’s fine, can you just let Ellie know? I don’t want her to think I ditched her.”

“Margot and Ron left this morning.”

What Jake didn’t tell you was that he practically threw them out. That he had taken them in the backyard after your date and told them that they could either get on board with your relationship, or get out.

They had chosen the latter.

“I see,” you said, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another. You were wearing leggings and a sweatshirt, a puffy jacket pulled on top and a baseball cap, no makeup. Jake had never seen you look more beautiful. “Is Ellie awake?”

Jake gave you a tight smile. “She’s in her room, organizing her toys. I’ll grab her in a second.”

“OK.”

You were still upset about the other night. The way you had left things with Jake left a lot to be desired. It made you sad to think that he still didn’t believe that you loved him. As if you didn’t sit awake the nights that you were apart, aching for his arms around you. As if his voice on the other end of the phone didn’t smooth away all of the anxiety and annoyance that you balled up and stored away during the work day. As if his touch wasn’t like modern medicine, curing your maladies instantaneously.

It scared you to your core how much you wanted him. Needed him. Desired him. All of him. Not just his looks or his velvety voice or the chivalrous mannerisms. You loved the way he gently helped Ellie pack her backpack in the morning, and the way he poured your coffee the moment you walked into the kitchen at breakfast and how he always made sure to buy an extra cookie from the bakery for you to have in the car ride home because he knew how hangry you would get. You loved how he let you go on and on about your cases and clients, and the feeling of his knuckles curved perfectly into the arches of your foot as you sipped wine on the couch and watched comedy reruns and the simple way he always brushed the hair from your face and kissed your temple before you fell asleep.

Jake Seresin was your dream. But sometimes you were worried he was still trapped in his own nightmare. And worse, that he felt like he needed to do it alone. That he was too afraid to ask for help to pull himself out of the dream.

“Natalie?” His voice shook you from your thoughts. Jake stepped forward, pulling the door shut behind him so it was just the two of you on the wraparound porch. Jake placed his hands on your arms. “I’m an ass.”

You snorted out a laugh despite yourself and Jake’s face lit up in a golden grin. “Jake, you know I love you. I know you do. When are you going to start trusting me enough to believe it?”

Jake slid one arm around your waist, his fingers brushing softly over the small of your back. “God, you’re too smart for me, do you know that?”

You laughed again. “Honey, all women are too smart for all men. It’s why the world keeps turning. We’re the ones in charge, we just let you think you are.”

“I never for one second thought I was running this show,” he murmured softly.

“Do you believe me?” you asked.

Jake nodded. “I do.”

“Can you promise me you’re not going to lose it on me again?”

“Honey, I’ve never felt worse than I did watching your face the moment those words left my lips.” Jake’s fingers traced along your jaw. “I hate to see you upset.”

“Then stop being the reason I’m upset.”

That broke him. “You’re right,” Jake said and his face was twisted in pain. “I’m sorry. I keep fucking up and blaming you and it’s my fault. I’m still figuring things out, Nat. All I know is that you’re the person I want beside me as I do.”

“I’m right here,” you murmured, reaching your arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to hover near yours. “I am right here beside you.”

And then you leaned forward, your lips against his, feeling Jake’s warm body as he pressed you against the cool wooden post, his hands grazing over your hips as he deepened the kiss. And as badly as you wanted to wrap your legs around his waist, have him take you inside and crawl on top of you, fuck you into the mattress until you had tears streaming out of your eyes, you pulled back, breathless.

“Ellie,” you muttered. “I promised her we’d go. Trust me, I want nothing more than to do this, but if I don’t stop now I’m never going to stop kissing you.”

Jake chuckled against your lips, pressing one last kiss to your mouth before pulling away, his hand on your back steering you into the house. “I’ll go get her.”

“Do you want to come with us?” you asked.

He shook his head. “It’s your thing with her. I don’t want to interrupt.” Jake started for the stairs, climbing one before turning back around, one hand on the banister. “Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. For everything. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you how much it means to me that Ellie has you in her life. That you’ve been so willing to take us both in.” He choked on the last few words and you had to hold yourself back from attempting to gather him in your arms, pepper kisses across his face. Jake let his vulnerability show like a badge of honor, unlike so many men you had met in the past.

“You’re welcome,” you said finally, and Jake gave you a lingering smile before heading upstairs to get Ellie.

You leaned against the banister, waiting for them. Not for the first time, it started to sink in. How ingrained you were becoming in their lives.

So when Ellie appeared at the top of the stairs, with a bright smile and bundled in a puffy winter jacket, you grinned and opened your arms and she flew into them. And the thought crossed your mind of how much it would hurt to ever lose her.

How much of a hole it would leave in your heart to let her go.

***

“Ms. West?”

You turned in your seat. One of the paralegals whose name you had already forgotten stood anxiously near your desk. “Yes?”

The brunette gave you a tight frown. “Patrick Donnovan would like to see you in his office.”

You groaned. It had been months since your run in with Patrick, the day you brought Ellie to work. But that was the thing about Patrick. Even if he wasn’t in your face, he was always in the back of your mind, lingering. Like he had rented a studio apartment in your head and he shared a wall with your anxiety so you were never able to shake him.

You thought about knocking, but instead just pushed the door open. Patrick looked up from where he sat at his desk, crooked nose perched high in the air. “Natalie,” he said, sweeping out a suit-clad arm. “Take a seat.”

The chair was warm as you sunk into it, and that only made you worry about the poor person who had inhabited it before you. A sigh bubbled in your throat and you had to clamp it down.

“How are you?”

Patrick wasn’t one for small talk so the question came out of left field. “I’m fine, thanks.”

His eyebrows knitted together. “I know the last time we spoke you were upset with me.”

You frowned. “Upset is an interesting word choice, but OK.”

“Natalie.” Patrick sighed. “I’m going to be frank with you. It’s come to my attention that you could have misconstrued what I said.” No shit, you wanted to say. But instead you remained silent, digging your red nails into the fleshy palms of your hands where they sat in your lap. “For that, I apologize. I brought you in today to tell you about a new account we’re putting you on. It’s part of our capital markets practice.”

You nodded.

“I want you to lead point on it.”

That took you by surprise even more than Patrick asking how you were doing. You would have fallen out of the chair if not for the beefy leather sides. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“Our cap markets practice is expanding and we want you to lead due diligence on it,” he explained. “The work will be split between our San Diego and New York offices.”

Your mouth was threatening to drop open. Leading a major arm like cap markets was unheard of for an associate. It could be the thing that, if done successfully, tipped you onto the fast track for partner.

And then Patrick’s words sunk in.

“Did you say New York?”

He nodded. “The cap markets team is primarily in New York, just down the street from the exchange. We’ll need you out there at least once a month for the foreseeable future, until the infrastructure has been implemented and we’ve seen a minimum of one fiscal quarter with positive profitability.”

“That could be months, even years,” you said softly, mostly to yourself. The thoughts were already rolling around in your head. How would you explain to Jake that you were going to be gone one or two weeks out of the month, every month? How would you break it to Ellie?

Patrick leaned over, elbows hitting the hard wood of his desk. “Is that a problem?”

That’s when you saw it in his eyes. It was a test. Of course it had been a test, all along.

And fuck if you were going to let him win.

“Not at all,” you said, standing up and smoothing your skirt. Patrick’s eyes grazed over your bare legs and you had to stop yourself from physically shaking and gagging at the thought of even his eyes roaming your body. “When can I expect a full brief?”

“Tomorrow,” Patrick said, standing as well. “I’ll have Cerza write it up and send it over. We’ll need you in New York next month for kickoff.”

You didn’t bother acknowledging his last statement or saying goodbye. You simply walked out of his office, straight down the hall, head tall, ignoring the curious glances as you made your way to the bathroom, locking yourself in the first stall and crumpling into a seated position on the floor, tears streaming down your face.

You didn’t know if there was a world with both. It was either Jake and Ellie, or your job. Everything you had worked for. Everything that your parents had fought to set you up for.

It was a test. Accept the position and be on track for partner.

Or decline, and watch your future at the firm crumble and fade.

Patrick knew it. And you knew it, too.

***

“Don’t take offense at this, but for a four-year-old she looks weirdly at home in a bar.”

Jake laughed, taking a sip of his beer before setting it down gently on the wood counter. He looked over to his right, where Ellie sat propped in Bradley’s arms while he showed her how he was using the pool cue. Next to them, Bob and Phoenix were leaning against the pool table, their eyes locked on Ellie. “Mav’s girlfriend owns the bar, so we’re here plenty. She’s got her own daughter, Amelia, who babysits Ellie on occasion.” He shrugged. “We spend a lot of time here. Or at least, we used to.”

There was a noticeable pause on his end and you let the silence take hold. You had started to notice when Jake had memories of Lizzie, and instead of trying to insert yourself into the conversation, you simply stayed quiet and let him live out the thought.

He smiled after a moment. “Glad you could make it. You’ve been so busy lately, I’ve barely seen you.”

You gave him a tight smile and then pressed your wine glass to your lips. It had been almost two weeks since Patrick told you about the capital markets expansion, and you had yet to tell Jake. The firm was already laying the groundwork for your trip to New York to jumpstart the integration. You had set up introductory meetings and pulled the relevant briefs and had your secretary make arrangements for a hotel in the city, and flights.

Everything was set. The one thing you hadn’t done was tell Jake.

There had never been a right time. Or, more accurately, there had been a million openings and you had chickened out every single time. When he turned his beautiful green eyes on you, his iridescent smile, or Ellie wrapped her tiny fingers around your leg, the words turned to dust on your lips. You couldn’t leave them. Not when things were going so well. Not when he was finally beginning to trust the fact that you had promised to stick around. Now that Jake was finally accepting the fact that you wanted this. That you wanted him, and everything he brought with him.

How could he ever believe that you wanted a life together when you had accepted the position that would keep you away a week every month for the foreseeable future?

“Nat?” Jake asked softly, his hand brushing on your thigh. “You OK?”

You nodded. “Yeah, of course. I’m going to get some air if that’s OK with you?”

He gave you a small smile and his hand trailed along your back as you scooted off the bar stool, heading for the side door that opens out onto the beach.

Outside, you sucked in a gulp of crisp March air. The waves were crashing against the shore, and you could still hear the laughter inside the bar. It was slightly chilly, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, cursing the fact that you hadn’t brought a jacket on top of your sweater, when the sound of the door slapping back onto the frame startled you.

Bradley gave you a grin, stepping out onto the sand and coming to stand by your side.

“How’s it going?” he asked.

“Good,” you replied. “How are you, Bradley?”

He chuckled. “Can’t complain, sweetheart. But if you have any pretty single friends, I wouldn’t argue with that.”

You laughed. “I’ll have a think and get back to you.”

“It’s a plan.”

For a moment, the two of you stood side-by-side facing the waves in silence. It was still early afternoon and the sun had yet to dip its head below the horizon. Bradley was tall, taller than Jake, and while his presence should have felt looming, it was comforting in a way. He was a marshmallow on the inside. It was clear from the way he spoke about Jake and Ellie that he adored them.

“Listen, Natalie, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I feel kind of responsible for Jake in a way. His dad is a bit of a shit and isn’t really around, and he doesn’t have any brothers. And no matter how many times he’s tried to get himself killed off by doing stupid maneuvers, he’s never succeeded, so that just leaves him with us.” He gave you a wry smile. “He’s a good guy. He’s a better guy than I could ever hope to be. And that little girl means the world to every single one of us.”

Bradley sucked in a breath and you looked at his side profile. The way his mustache ruffled when he spoke, and the way he looked longingly over the water. There was something a little broken about him. You guessed that he had walls up around his own heart. That’s why he was so adamant you didn’t break Jake’s heart. He knew first hand what it was like to lose someone.

“I can’t stand around and watch them get hurt.”

You turned to him. “I love him.” It was the truth.

“I know you do.”

How was it that Bradley had read your mind? As if he sensed you pulling away, however minutely. “I don’t want to hurt him. Or Ellie. I care about them so much.”

Bradley met your gaze. “Just do me one favor?”

“Of course.” Your tongue was dry in your mouth. You could feel the heat of his eyes on you and it made sweat prick at your pores, despite the chill. It was like Bradley could see into your brain and knew there was a secret hiding in the gyri folds.

“Be honest with him. About where you are and where you want to go. Because for all of his great qualities, and he has a lot, he can be really slow to read people and situations. So it’s up to you to guide him. Because when he falls, he falls hard.” Bradley paused, his jaw tense. “And he deserves to be happy. They both do, after everything they’ve gone through. So if there’s even a single ounce of doubt in your mind, that you’re not ready for this, not ready for them, for all of it, let him go, Natalie.”

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