#i AM on spring break so maybe... i can put together... a drabble real quick

[straymackerel]

GOT UR NOTIF AND CAME AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT

HI DARLING

[momenacesage]

your love has bloomed the garden in my mind

today i offer you this drabble, tomorrow,, who knows!

When Sol opens her eyes, she finds herself placated by the intense stare of the other that she held nestled in the rapture of her arms. Awaking in the darkness, the slow trickle of street lamps and drunken fellows stumbling to make their way home caresses the slightly open window frame. The side effects of a bustling night life are going generally unnoticed by the frozen girl. She feels like she’s stuck in quick sand - slowly being dragged down as she falls deeper and deeper into her best friends eyes. She let out a slow breath, trying to remind herself that this was still possible, she was still alive. Even as the girl beside her chose to tear out the breath from her lungs with metaphorical teeth. Looking up to her, half drunk still. It was the only reason that Sol could give to justify Jiwan’s flushed cheeks. Maybe she was drunk too. Finger weaving out of the press that had formed through their bodies. Choosing to settle into the warmth; pressing across the lines of the others face. They’d remain in silence. Simply drinking in the actions, the comfortable movements that settle matches into the pit of her stomach. Threatening to explode with the click of a finger - or if Jiwan would choose to look at her that way again. She’d promised herself that she would stop playing into this game. The feeling would initially bowl her over her own feet. Feeling like she was thrown upwards, tossed to fall on her head - out of control of the situation. Theres a very special smile that her best friend throws out when she’s absolutely ecstatic about something. These days, it seems like Sol is the only one who finds themselves on the receiving end of those looks. It first happened when they both gained entrance to their current school. Jiwan would take her hand, ready to dance, do something, scream at the top of her lungs with excitement. Instead, it would slowly crawl across her face as if she know exactly what she was doing. Seo Jiwan was an enchantress. It was confirmed. She’d flee from her friend, ready to phone her parents to share the happy news. But Sol would be stuck, frozen in the same position to when she first saw that smile. She’d been ran ragged; ready to admit that she’d experienced a heart attack, why was her heart feeling like that. Her heart was ready to jump out of her chest and run straight after the young woman. For a second or two, as she lay beside the one person who often took centre stage in her best dreams - Sol would forget why she chose to force those feelings into the dark. She’d let herself fall a few feet deeper into eternity. Sol had been good, she’d been great in fact. Maybe she was allowed to make a mistake or two, maybe that look in Jiwan’s eyes was familiar for a reason, maybe she was feeling something that Sol had gained plenty of experience in. “Why didn’t you let me kiss you?” The words spring a visceral reaction and Sol has to force herself to stop from allowing her eyes to widen further. She was surprised, shocked, even though this had been the only thought that had played on her mind throughout the whole night. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured, they were all watching.” Sol feels the pressure of her smaller arms wrap around her shoulders, curving her spine up from the bed so that Jiwan could awkwardly tuck her head against her own. It felt secretive, as if these coming words were only for them. Sending internal middle fingers to whoever may be listening in on their late night discussion. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while.” She’ll sag, like the woman had unconsciously built up tension through what felt like a century of pining. Of looking but not touching, that wasn’t allowed. Instead, she’d find herself sitting complacent - monotonous as she tries to build up a mask of happiness as Jiwan left to meet man after man. That evil, little inner voice whispering coyly into her ear, reminding her that she would never have that. So instead, this would have to be enough. “I still want to kiss you.” She’s taken charge, manipulating Sol’s body like a doll who enjoys

playtime. She’s loose, malleable to whatever Jiwan wants of her. She silently waits, still unsure if this was real or some cruel game that her brain was playing on her. Seo Jiwan looks determined. And in a sense, this puts Sol’s mind at ease. Her tongue darting out to press more moisture onto her lips after they suddenly dried. Seemingly, she was not the only person who had come across this specific scenario before. Sol would force herself away from the questions that turned into darts when attempting to penetrate her brain. Sharp and painful in their nature as they niggle at the calmness of the situation. She was allowed to be in the moment for once. She didn’t have to constantly overthink everything. The woman wasnt forced to make a decision after all. The multitudes of spider webs permeating Sol’s brain would scatter into nothingness with the touch of Jiwan’s hand on her cheek. Her eyes quickly redirecting to hers as Jiwan chuckles to herself, slowly dragging their lips together like she was trying to approach a deer in headlights. It just fits. The only phrase that floats into existence through the blank slate that had been created. Jiwan’s hands become needier, cradling her jaw like it was some precious new discovery that could crack with the slightest accidental movement. Before this point, Sol felt like if she touched her best friend - the woman would shrivel into dust. Just another fragment of her imagination; but this was different. Sol will wrestle her hands up to the backs of the. Others shoulders clenching fingers into the fabric of her shirt as she falls deeper still. Unbashfully, she’ll groan into the other young woman’s mouth. Greedy as her sensations light up like a sparkler in the dark - unconsciously noting down the way that Jiwan’s leg tangles against her own. Staying connected in this way even when they break away, and the woman tucks away a fly away hair behind Sol’s ear. This time, she’ll join in. Her grin feels like its trying to split open the sides of her head. Opening it wide so that a tiny Seo Jiwan clone can climb inside. It’s as if Seo Jiwan hasn’t already been the only thing she thinks about. When she tucks her best friend back into the crook of her arm, Jiwan will whisper, her words falling like petals against her ear lobe. “Will you let me kiss you again?” “Definitely.” In the morning, Sol will be subjected to weekly critiques. Their professor surveying the work, placing a finger against pursed lips to fully understand the majesty of the wide painting. It was a different medium to the one that the young woman usually favoured. Justifying the sudden shift as an initial visualisation - she was planning. A sculpture would come along soon. “It’s spray of colours are full of passion. The large strokes remind me of love,” she’d turn, “am I correct? Were you thinking about someone that you love when painting, Sol?” Sol would allow her eyes to trail away; Jiwan encompassing the corner of her vision. “Yes. Something like that.”

[jimlingss]

Doubts [M]

➜ Words: 2.5k

➜ Genres: 60% Angst, 30% Fluff, 10% Smut

➜ Summary: You plan. You feel with your head and not with your heart. You overthink. And you're beginning to have doubts that Jungkook is the person you want to be with.

➜ Notes: This is a smol drabble, kind of. It’s different from my usual writing style cause the actual idea was inspired by a dream I had. Unfortunately, not the smut part but mainly everything else. Anyways, hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

You wonder if you’re too good for him.   You wonder many things — if the choices you’re making are the choices that you want to live with. You wonder constantly if this is what you want, if this is enough, if he’s what you want.   He was your first real boyfriend, your first serious relationship that was only becoming more serious as time went by. A week turned into a month which turned into several, so gradual that you didn’t even notice. And you only knew him. No one else.   While that sounded like a romantic fairy tale where you knew solely one boy, that you only ever had one, it also meant you didn’t know who else was out there.    You don’t know if there’s anyone who can make you happier. Sure, things were fine and nice and comfortable in your relationship, but you didn’t know if they could be better. And these questions that haunted you were selfish and greedy, but you liked to plan. You didn’t want to idly sit by, let fate and time determine important decisions for you. You didn’t want to end up somewhere or with someone simply because it was convenient and easy, simply because you were with them in the first place.   Jungkook was your investment and if you weren’t going to marry him one day, build a home and family and potentially live the rest of your lives together, you didn’t want to waste any more time and draw out the relationship to cause more pain some other day.    But you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to pull the plug when nothing was wrong. But you didn’t know how to continue with these doubts in your mind. You were confused. Stuck. And the hardest part was that there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship. There is no soulmate. One single person that you were born to be with. You will never know if he or anyone else is the right one.   “Are we always supposed to have doubts?”   “I don’t know,” your friend honestly answers. “Have you talked to him about it?”   “No.” You cringe at the mere thought of it. “How am I supposed to tell him that I think I could do better?”    “Well, don’t put it like that.”   “I haven’t been talking to him,” you admit. It wasn’t out of the blue for you to ghost him. He knows you’re busy. You guess he must’ve caught on since he’s given you some distance. But this has been the longest you’ve gone without contact since you’ve gotten together. Two days of silence has drawn into a week and a half.    The silence between the both of you gives you time to think. The silence between the both of you acts as a hint for him — so he has an inkling and isn’t caught off guard if you decide to sever the ties, so he isn’t so pained later on. But you still don’t know if you should break up with him in the first place. You don’t know what to do.   You don’t know what to do with these doubts you have.   “This is your choice.” She shrugs, truly not knowing what to say. “I can’t tell you what to do. You know that, right? This is your decision to make.”   You wish there was a right or wrong answer.   //   It would be a lot easier if you could fall head over heels blindly, if this was like the movies and books where you were in a romantic whirlwind and could declare your love on top of a mountain without a shred of hesitation. You wish you could be caught up and be overwhelmed with emotion. But you’ve always felt with your head and not with your heart.   You brace yourself before knocking on his door, knuckles rapping on the surface. It swings open a few seconds later and you’re brought face to face with the person you’ve been thinking about. It’s awkward, the short period of time not spent together reducing you both into strangers.   “Hey...”   “Hey…” Jungkook offers a reserved smile and steps back, letting you into his apartment. He doesn’t ask. Maybe because he knows you don’t want him to. Maybe because he’s afraid of what you’ll say. The pair of you are bad at confrontation. Inexperienced in dealing with emotions.   You enter, dropping your bag on the carpet and turning to look at your boyfriend who seems unusually tired, dark hair a mess, lips pulled down, brows slightly furrowed. You inhale a deep breath, preparing yourself. You’re going to do it. Deep down, you know this is a hasty choice like deciding to get a tattoo last minute or jumping off a diving board head first. But your brain has been in overdrive, overthinking, and you wanted it to stop.   Yet somehow, none of what you plan to say is exchanged or conveyed.    Somehow, someway, you end up with your back pressed to his mattress.   You become surrounded by Jungkook. His room is small, belongings scattered everywhere and bed even tinier, barely fitting the two of you. It’s where he sleeps at night and the pillows, sheets, covers have been made to smell like him. His scent is attached to the soft cotton fabric, sullied with the aroma of his soap, sweat, and laundry detergent.    And it’s not just the air stained of Jungkook that surrounds you. He envelops you in a physical sense, hovering over your body fully clothed while you’re beneath him, vulnerable and naked. Your own clothes have been stripped by his hands, abandoned on his floor like gift wrap unraveled on Christmas Day.    His roommates are out for the afternoon. It’s just the two of you in this small space, silent except for the sounds of his heaving breaths drawing from his parted lips. Jungkook gazes down at you intensely, his dark hair shagging in front of his eyes, sending a lump to your throat that makes it hard to speak.   The moment is too intimate.   He kisses you gingerly before his mouth trails down to your jaw and then your chest. His lips travel between the valley of your breasts down to your stomach, grazing lightly and pressing gentle kisses to your skin. You keen into his touch, hand curling at the back of his head and fingertips sinking into the strands of his hair.   “Jungkook,” you cry his name softly.   “Hmmm…” He hums a note, timbre vibrating onto your flesh.   He spreads your legs, pushing them apart nimbly, making just enough space for him to settle himself there and claim his spot. Jungkook’s plush lips meet your weeping center and his tongue pokes out at you as if getting a tiny taste before he goes ahead.   You can tell he’s dedicated himself to making you feel good, relishing how you writhe and squirm beneath him. His touches aren’t rushed, all calculated and he never says more than one sentence at a time. It’s not like all the times before — times of playfulness or mischief where he tries to talk dirty and ends up giggling instead or moments when you threaten to bite off his dick if he dares to deep throat you without warning again…   You’re both not people of words. The pair of you have never been ones to give cheesy declarations of love or confess your feelings for one another. So Jungkook communicates to you the best way he knows how.   His hands grasp at your thighs, eating you out, nosing at your clit. It’s messy and sloppy, sobs of his name coming from your throat and obscene sounds fill his room. He has no intention of stopping or rising or chasing after his own pleasure as if your noises are enough to satisfy him.   His touches are tender. Gentle. Like he’s trying to tell you that he doesn’t know what’s wrong, but that he missed you. That he doesn’t want to let go.   But you can’t pay attention, can’t deduct the deeper meaning to his caresses or decipher the expression on his face. You can’t think anymore, falling deeper into his mattress, legs wrapped around his head, dizzy when he goes faster and deeper. Jungkook runs two of his fingers down your slit before entering, plunging them knuckle deep into your velvet walls.    His tongue laps at your wetness, nose rubbing at your clit, fingers curling inside your hole. And it’s finally enough for you to seize, toes curling, crying out for him again. A few tears escape from the corners of your eyes and pleasure washes over you.   But when it fades away, you feel your chest ache. It hurts in ways you’re unfamiliar with.    You ignore it, dragging him up to kiss his lips, faintly tasting yourself on his mouth.    Jungkook’s about to get up, not particularly caring about his own predicament, but you pull him back and with a few words of persuasion, he ends up fucking you into his bed sheets. With the way he’s going, attempting to hold back, but still eager enough, you wonder if he’s trying to break the springs of the mattress.   You watch the way his brows are furrowed in concentration, chasing after his pleasure, how his hands are sprawled all over your thighs, pulling you up as he thrusts in and out of you. Still, his touches are always soft and tender. He kisses you again, breaking you out of your thoughts.   He’s sweating above you and your own back is slick. Your pussy is creaming all over his cock, dripping down his length and as he gets closer, he groans your name deep within his throat. And that overwhelming emotion returns — you want to cry, but instead you shut your eyes tight, lingering in the feeling of him all over you, pressed on top of your body.

  Jungkook comes and with a thumb on your clit, rubbing in quick circles, you come for a second time under his tender ministrations. The boy ends up collapsed on top of you and for a long moment, you can hear his pounding heartbeat.   You quickly push his heavy weight off of you, getting to your feet. He expects you to scamper off into the bathroom to clean yourself up, then join him on the bed again like you’d so often do. But this time, you grab your sweater off his floor.   “Are you going?”   Jungkook sits himself up, watching.   “Y-yeah….” Your head is clouded. You’re more lost than you were before. You were confused. He made you confused. “I have to go pick up my mom and help her run some errands.”   He knows you enough to see right through your lie, but he nods anyhow, not pushing to make you stay. “Okay.”   You get dressed and he does too after running a hand through his messy hair. Jungkook walks you to the door and not much is said after that. You don’t even kiss him goodbye.   //   It’s unfair to him for you to be this cold and distant. But you need to get your thoughts in order before you talk. You need to know what you want — the problem is you don’t even know what you want. Your head hurts more than it did before. It’s overwhelming and what’s worse is that you brought this upon yourself.   You end up ghosting your boyfriend again. This time, it’s with the intention of trying to get your shit together. You’re single-handedly putting on a strain on your relationship and you still don’t know what your final decision is.   It’s after countless nights that you decide to just do it.    It’s yet again another hasty decision on your part, but you just want to put an end to your turmoil.   You stand at the end of the empty hall, waiting. You know his routine like he knows yours and you knew he was about to finish up his usual workout at the gym. Other days you’d hang around here, wait to catch dinner together, maybe chat a bit before you headed home. Today, it was an entirely different reason and luckily, no one was here to witness what was about to happen.   You swallow hard, curling your hands tight into a fist, bracing yourself.   And after a minute or two, Jungkook turns the corner. His hair is messy, duffle bag slung over his shoulder by his side and he looks at you, steps slowing. He’s surprised that you’re here. But when you see him….   A freight train hits you. Realization strikes you across the face, making you numb.   You can’t.   You can’t do it.   You’re not ready.   In the moment of truth, the point of no return, push comes to shove — you can’t go through with your decision. Perhaps this is the answer you were searching for. The one that you were pondering for so long, if you should or shouldn’t pull the plug of your relationship. Or maybe this is a second of cowardice that you need to overcome.    You’re not sure of anything. You’re scared, frightened of facing him, of facing your feelings, so like the coward that you are, you turn around. As if you could disappear, becoming invisible or evaporate into the air, you simply shut your eyes tight, hoping that he doesn’t see you anymore.   You expect him to turn you around, to tap on your shoulder, call your name. But none of that happens.   There’s nothing. And after a long moment, you open your eyes, hearing clunking noises to your left. Turning, you find Jungkook at the vending machine, looking at the selection, casually trying to buy something. He pretends not to see you. He can read you like a book. And he knows you’re uncomfortable.    He’s considerate enough to spare you from a confrontation you’re not prepared for.   Your eyes sting. Your head doesn’t hurt this time — it’s your chest. The same feeling from before has returned, making you feel heavy, regretful, saddened.   And for the first time, you’re the one to reach out.   You say his name, not wanting him to leave and your arm extends, wrapping around his frame. Your cheeks press against his shoulder and you hug him. Tightly. Locking your hands together. Cuddling into his body. It might not look like much to an outsider, but to you, it’s significant.   You haven’t hugged anyone since you were a child, haven’t hugged anyone aside from your own parents. Every time Jungkook’s ever held you in an embrace, you’ve remained limp much to his dismay, at best giving a halfhearted and awkward pat on the back, and he’d laugh while hoisting you up in the air, trying to get you to hug him back.   It’s a gesture that was important to you, that you feared to give. But now, you were holding onto Jungkook, hugging him, grasping on securely, offering as much warmth as possible.   “I’m sorry,” your voice is heavy, throat constricting. It hurts beyond belief.   “For what?” The tiny smile on his face is heard in his question. Jungkook lets himself be embraced by you.    You care a lot more about him than you thought — enough that the numerous doubts have sunk beneath the surface.

[wayward-river]

Die From a Broken Heart (Hidden Identity)

Sweet Pea x Reader - Reader x Poppy Mae (daughter) - Sweet Pea x Poppy Mae (daughter)

AN: Alright y’all I can’t let this story go it’s my baby so have another drabble! This is more of a song fic. If you listen to the song Die from a broken heart by Maddie and Tae most of they lyrics are said. I do not own the song, it just inspired me. I’m sure you can read this as a one shot but it is a continuation of my Hidden Identity series if you haven’t read it you will still get this though!

This is also a bit of a time jump. Poppy is 21 and Ace is 17. Also this one got away from me so not quite a drabble.

AN 2: Thanks as always to my beta, my girl @xserpentlife go follow her and check out her fics she’s amazing, also she’s nearing a celebration go tell her what y’all want to see! All mistakes are my own I do not own the gifs credit goes to the person who made them. I will stop rambling now! Hope y’all like it! 

Warnings : Dad!Sweet Pea feels. (I mean c’mon), angst a little I guess. Protective Dad!Sweet Pea. 

Y/N POV

You sat around the fire, smiling as you watched Sweet Pea, Malachai, Fangs and Chase talk about some new jobs. The Serpents and Ghoulies working together made your heart warm. Especially after everything. After everyone told you that “Serpents and Ghoulies don’t mix” but you wouldn’t trade your mixed family for the world.

The sliding door opening pulled you from your thoughts as you looked over your shoulder. Ace stepping out with your cell phone in his hand. You flung the blanket off of you setting it next to Toni.

She looked up at you. “Everything good?”

You gave her a short nod. “I think so. Probably just Poppy gushing about something Jax did.”

Toni gave a small chuckle. “I can’t believe those boys didn’t scare him off on that first date”

You laughed at the memory of all them interrogating Jax, and then three of them tailing them on their date. “Yeah funny that's how you and Chase got together wasn’t it?”

Toni looked across the fire at Chase. “Yeah, he was charming and we were both so heartbroken.”

You nodded as you headed up the steps of the back porch towards your son. Remembering how awful Toni’s break up was with Cheryl and how hard Chase took Rose ending things.

You shook your head as you approached Ace. “Hey bud...your sister?”

Ace nodded handing you the phone as he made his way down the steps to the fire everyone was surrounding.

You brought the phone up to your ear, your heart immediately breaking as you heard your daughters sobs on the other end.

“Poppy? Poppy Mae, are you okay? Baby talk to me.”  Your worried tone perked Sweet Peas interest as he watched you enter the house.

Sweet Pea POV

“Hey Ace, was that your sister?”

Ace nodded as he pulled his marshmallow from the fire.

Sweet Pea looked from the boys, back to the back door.

“Go check on her.” Malachai spoke up making Sweet Peas decision for him.

Sweet Pea hurried out of his chair and up the steps.

Y/N POV

“Baby talk to me please.” You pleaded with your daughter.

“How do you get rid of wine stains outta your favorite dress?” Poppy replied sniffling.

You went to reply but were cut off by the next question out of your daughters mouth.

“Black mascara off a pillowcase? Cure a one too many headache?”

“Well baby.” You began again.

“Mama, can I come and maybe stay a few days this weekend or next? And, hey, how do you get rid of wine stains outta your favorite dress?”

You looked up as you watched Sweet Pea enter the house from the yard, he leaned on the counter listening to Poppy.

“How does he sleep at night? Mama, the nerve of this guy to leave me so easy, am I gonna be alright?”

“It’s going to be okay Poppy Mae. Mama is here just talk to me okay.”

“I wanna kick myself for falling so hard. Mama, can you die from a broken heart?”

“Oh baby, he’s an asshole, okay you didn’t do anything wrong.” You responded the tears springing to your eyes.

“Can you ask daddy if he’s got time to come and look at my front door? It got slammed last night and now it don’t close right. And just promise me that you won’t tell him everything and keep that pistol in the drawer. Mama, please don’t say I’m gonna laugh about this some day. You didn’t see the way he drove away.”

“It’s gonna be okay Poppy. I promise, your daddy is on his way.”

You looked up to see Sweet Pea already pulling his jacket on, and grabbing his keys. He gave you a kiss on your temple, and walked out of the kitchen. You listened to the front door close.

“Can your knees give out from prayin’ so hard? Can you go blind from crying in the dark. Mama, can you die from a broken heart?”

You sniffled unable to hide it from Poppy.

“Oh mama, I didn’t mean to upset you.” She cried.

“Poppy Mae when you get your heartbroken, you don’t apologize okay? I’m gonna stay on the phone until Daddy gets there okay?”

“Yeah okay. I think I see his truck lights.” She responded.

You sighed eternally grateful that you had convinced her to still live somewhat close to home, in a small trailer.

Sweet Pea POV

I pulled up to Poppy’s trailer and could see her pacing through the windows. I sighed trying to keep my anger in check. I told this boy not to break her heart, they’ve been together so long. Hell I thought he was going to ask for my blessing soon.

I cut the engine to the truck, getting out and walking up to her front door. I examined it slightly before I walked in.

She stopped pacing and looked up. Her cheeks were stained slightly black from the mascara she had been wearing.

“You are supposed to look at the front door….not me.” She softly said sniffling.

“Oh baby girl, I care about you not about that damn door. I’ll fix it later.” I breathed as I took quick strides and wrapped her in my arms. Her resolved broke more as she gripped onto me sobbing.

I maneuvered us to the couch. Slowly sitting us both down as I continued to hold her.

She leaned away sitting up and looking at me. The look she gave me breaking my heart.

“Daddy” She whispered as she took a shuddered breath trying not to cry.

“Chick Pea, you gotta let it out.”

“Was it ever really real, if he don’t feel the way I feel?” She finally asked as a broken sob racked through her again.

I pulled her to me. “It was real Chick Pea. It was real.” “I’m gonna kill him” I mumbled softly to myself.

I held her as she continued to cry after about thirty minutes her breathing evened out and soft snores filled the room.

I placed my arm under her knee and kept the other one tightly around her as I walked to the front door, opening it and heading to the truck.

“This was a lot easier when you were little.” I mumbled.

“Daddy?” She stirred. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you home Chick Pea, you are gonna stay with us for a few days okay.”

She nuzzled into me her arms wrapping around my neck as she hummed in agreement, allowing me to open the truck door and set her in.

The drive home didn’t take near as long as the drive to her did. I pulled up to the house and could still see the fire going in the back. Knowing them they wouldn’t want to leave until they knew Poppy was okay. I cut the engine off once more and got out of the truck going around and grabbing Poppy out and back into my arms.

Y/N must of heard me come home because she flung the front door open as she heard the truck her eyes going wide as she saw our daughter tucked into my arms.

Y/N POV

You flung the door open ready to ask Sweet Pea questions, stopping as you eyed your sleeping daughter in his arms.

“Oh baby.” You sniffled. “Just go put her in her old room since we didn’t touch it.”

Sweet Pea nodded as you moved out of the way. You watched him walk down the hallway towards the bedrooms before stepping into the kitchen and pulling out a beer for Sweet Pea.

You set it on the counter just as he reappeared in the kitchen. A deep sigh coming from him as he ran his hands across his face.

“I want to kill him for hurting our daughter like that.” He finally spoke breaking the silence.

You placed your hand on his arm. “I know. I want the same, but please tell me she is somewhat okay.”

“She will be, it will take some time, and some mama time, but she’ll be Poppy Mae again soon.” Sweet Pea responded as he walked towards you pulling you into him.

“I’m sorry.” He softly whispered.

You looked up at him, confusion clear on your face. “Why Pea?”

“I broke your heart once.” He responded.

You gave a light laugh. “Yeah, you did. I got drunk that night and Chase was there for me.”

“I just, seeing her like that tonight and I couldn’t fix it, I just felt like I failed her.” Sweet Pea admitted as he looked to the floor.

“Oh, Pea. You are her hero. She is a daddy’s girl. You showing up like that means so much to her. You didn’t fail her baby.”

Pea nodded as he gave you a slight kiss. “The guys still here?”

You nodded. “They wouldn’t leave until they knew that their niece was okay.”

Sweet Pea hummed in approval while he took your hand leading you to the back sliding door, and back down the steps. He sat in his chair pulling you into his lap.

Malachai smiled as he watched the interaction between you two. “Poppy okay?”

“She will be. Damn boy broke my chick peas heart.”

“Guess he’ll just get shitty jobs for awhile.” Fangs chided.

“He’ll get more than that. He’s over eighteen I can legally punch the kid, or make him go through initiation again.”

“Pea.” You scolded. “Just be there for her, don’t any of you go start anything with Jax. She still loves him and you’d just be hurting her more.” You scolded all three men around you.

Fangs put his hands up in defense. “Hey just doing uncle things.”

You rolled your eyes. “She’ll be just fine. She’s got all of us.”

They all hummed in agreement as the conversation slightly shifted. You watched as Ace got up and looked to the window of Poppys room.

“Heading to bed Ace?” You questioned.

“I’m actually, I’m going to go check on Poppy.” He responded.

“She’s asleep bud” Sweet Pea informed him.

“I-I know I just want to make sure she’s good dad”

Sweet Pea nodded as he watched Ace ascend the stairs and disappear inside.

You sat around the fire a little longer before sending everyone home. Malachai, Fangs, and Chase promising to stop by tomorrow for an impromptu Uncle date with Poppy. Something they quit doing when she was thirteen but thought she needed now more than ever. You gave a nod as each person hugged you before they left.

Malachai paused pressing a kiss to your forehead. “She’ll be okay sis. She’s as tough as her mama.”

“Mhm I know I just never wanted her to go through that pain Mal. I mean I am so thankful she didn’t have half of the traumatic shit we went through, but thats my baby and she’s hurting so bad.” You confessed.

“Just be here for her okay. Let Ace do his thing too he may be younger but brothers have a special place in their sisters hearts”

You nodded as you hugged Malachai again. “Thank you.” You breathed.

“For what?” He asked his grip on you tight.

“For always trying to protect my stubborn ass.” You admitted.

Malachai chuckled. “I’m glad I couldn’t stop you on some things.”

You smiled as your eyes flicked to Sweet Pea waiting for you at the bottom of the steps. “Yeah me too, Mal. Me too.”

Malachai gave you another quick hug before letting you go, watching you walk away before he turned away towards his car.

You made it to Sweet Pea, intertwining your hands as he led you upstairs and inside.

“I know she’s sleeping but I really want to check on Poppy.” You confessed as you looked down.

Sweet Pea turned towards you, pulling you into him. “I know baby, I don’t blame you. I’m so glad you didn’t see her in her trailer.”

You nodded as you moved out of his grip, your hand leaving Sweet Peas as you walked towards Poppy’s room. The door was slightly open, you quietly pushed it open fully as you looked in tears sprang into your eyes once again. Sweet Pea wrapped his arms around you resting his chin on your shoulder.

You both took in the scene before you for a few moments. Ace was laid out softly snoring, one arm above his head and the other wrapped protectively around his sister as her head rested on his chest.

“We raised some pretty good kids.” You whispered.

Sweet Pea hummed in agreement as he moved his head kissing your shoulder.

“We sure did.” He mumbled back.