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This is a message to all of the haters who hate on my son on a Saturday!Hate my son once more or imma send in the authorities for this tragic scene! WHY DON'T YOU SEE HIM AS A HERO OR SOMETHING YOU REPULSIVE SWINE?! THEN REMEMBER WHY HE'S MY FAVORITE CHARACTER!
AND IF I SEE A HATING ASS HATER ON MY CHILD, DON'T TALK TO ME OR MY SON, MY SPECIAL SON WHOM I LOVED DEARLY EVER AGAIN! GTFO, YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE SINCE IT'S MY HOME! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
#im sorry that face broke me into tears#after all that it makes me wanna punch someone who i hate so much! he didn't do anything wrong for this mistreatment!#This is the heat of my enigma#im still not sure#still not over it not yet not yet!#please give the child some hugs and support! please! he needs it!#this is why i loved him so much#his character his desgin and so much more i wanna talk about!#he stole my heart since the series started!#remember that#he's the source of my happiness and loneliness! where did the years gone by to protect his smile? it's just tears...#IF ANYONE MAKES HIM CRY AGAIN I WILL PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE! REMEMBER THAT!#IM HIS SUPPORTER TIL THE VERY END OF MY LIFE!#sorry its just...i need a hug and he needs a hug too..#i never in my whole life see him cry like that#my rant#my thoughts#mha#midoriya izuku#deku#im sorry what they have done to you my child#I'll wrap u up in a sushi roll#and then I'll warm up a bath for you#and after that I'll make your favorite food#finally I'll hold you for comfort until we sleep forever#this tag is long so i want my child to be ok for me and everyone who loves and supports him#i wish he was real#if he was real i wanna tell him my love confessions in a heartwarming way so i can comfort him at times like this#my feelings for him impacted my heart and soul. and it never goes away#i wanna tell him how much i love and support him..
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When You're Lost, Just Look For Me
Summary: You’re not always good at asking for what you need. Luckily your bandmates know when you need a little extra love and are there to support you.
Word Count: 2.5K
CW: mentions of: neglectful family, periods, little bit of online hate
This story is set in the 1D days, and therefore Liam is a main character just like the other boys. Wanted to give a heads up in case anyone wants to avoid stories with him in it.
AN: When the news broke last week I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue writing, and really didn’t know what I would write about if I did. But then Passing Contact doubled in notes so I took that as a hint that it’s what people might want to read right now. So I decided to write a part 2 in hopes that it can help people in any way.
I have a couple other ideas for stories of reader x one direction that would also take place back when they were touring, but if you have any requests please let me know
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It’s a day off in a random hotel room in a random city in the United States. Of that you’re sure. But you're not sure of much else at the moment.
You’re thinking back to the past few days. You’d messed up your backing vocals on stage, and had to re-record your parts for the next album because you just could not get it right. Numerous rumors were being spread about you being spotted with random boys, leading to renewed comments calling you all kinds of nasty things.
You’re still in your pajamas, which you realize somehow consist of a pair of Louis’ sweatpants, one of Zayn's t-shirts, and a sweatshirt Liam had given you a week ago that you have yet to return. You think about texting one of them to come hang out, but you don’t want your glum mood to bring them down. Instead you turn on the TV and wrap yourself in all your blankets.
It’s what you always did as a child when you were sad. Your family was never open with their emotions, and affection made them uncomfortable. From a young age you knew that going to your parents for comfort would end with rejection. So you’d learned how to comfort yourself.
The blanket nest barely does its job today, and you’re still lost in your thoughts of self doubt when a knock at the door startles you.
For a second you think about ignoring it, but odds are the person knocking wouldn’t just go away. So you pull yourself up and open the door, seeing Niall there waiting for you.
“Hey, haven’t heard from you today, wanted to see what you’re up to,” he says.
You’re hit with a wave of embarrassment, not wanting to admit that you've been wallowing all day.
“Just taking it easy,” you reply, “Catching up on sleep.” It’s believable enough, none of you sleep too well on the bus and this is your first hotel bed in over a week.
“I hear ya, think I slept twelve hours straight,” Niall says with a laugh.
Knowing that he’s hoping for an invitation you step aside and motion your arm, silently asking him to join you in your room. You glance around quickly, glad to see everything is neat except the bed. You hope that he doesn’t judge the mess of blankets, and considering he just kicks off his shoes and climbs into your bed, you assume he’s fine with it.
“What are we watching?” Is his next question so you sit on the other side of the bed and pass him the remote, allowing him to scroll through the channels until he finds some nature show that looks mildly interesting.
You stare at the screen but you’re not focusing on it. You’re more focused on Niall just a couple feet away from you.
During a celebration after the first tour, where you’d all indulged a bit with some drinks, you’d let slip about your family and your reluctance when it comes to physical affection. They listened and then made it a goal to help you be more comfortable with hugs, and hand holding, and all kinds of friendly contact.
And it was nice. You’d always known that babies could be touch deprived, but you’d learned that adults can be starved for human touch as well. There was no doubt that you fell into this category, so getting random bouts of touch and affection from your band members had been healing in a way.
But lately things have been so crazy that everyone has been focusing on themselves. Plus you’re older now, not the teens that you were when you started the band. As people in your early twenties, the casual physical affection has dwindled.
The boys seem to be coping with this, as though they haven’t even realized that the group hugs and cuddle piles have stopped. But you’ve noticed. And you’ll be the first to admit that you miss it.
Now especially, with all this stress and disappointment weighing you down, you can’t help but desire a hug, one so tight that you can just burrow into one of the boys for a little while and feel safe and loved.
But even though Niall is right there, you can’t bring yourself to ask. You can’t even move closer and get rid of the space between you. Because it was always the boys initiating the contact. You’re nervous to try, terrified that you might get rejected.
Niall can tell something is going on with you, but he’s not sure what. He’s never been the best at navigating other people’s emotions so he calls in backup by sending a text to Harry who arrives a little bit later. He brings lunch with him, and you’re grateful for that since you’ve barely eaten all day.
The three of you sit together at the table to eat. The food is good, and you’re grateful that Niall and Harry are talking to each other because you don’t have much to add right now. You don’t realize the way they’re watching you, communicating their worry through pointed looks.
When lunch is done you all head back to the bed and put on a movie. You’re sitting against the headboard, Niall on your left and Harry on your right. And somehow, they’re still not touching you. At this point you’d take a brush of their arm against yours. Anything to help you feel less alone. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to lean closer to either of them. It’s maddening.
“Y/N,” Harry says, catching your attention.
“Yea?”
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing,” you reply, not even sure why you’re lying to him.
“We know something is bothering you,” Niall adds.
You take a breath before spilling everything that’s been going on. They listen and reassure you and while you do feel better after talking with them, there’s still that part of you that’s so on edge.
“What do you need?” Harry asks.
You think about it for a moment and say, “What I need is for people to stop judging me.”
“That’s a fair point. But I want to know what you need right now. From us.” Harry says.
The thing is, he knows the answer. He’s already aware of what would make you feel better. But he wants you to say it. He wants you to be comfortable to voice your needs with him and the other boys.
Finally you blurt out, “I just need a hug.”
“That’s not it,” Harry says.
Now you’re confused. It’s what you want. You tapped into all your bravery to even say that. And now he’s telling you that’s not right?
“You want something more than that. Need something more than that,” he adds.
You think about it for a moment and you realize that he’s right. A little hug isn’t going to cut it.
“I need someone to hold me,” you say quietly. “I need to be held.”
Neither boy hesitates now, and you end up tucking into Harry's side with Niall wrapping around you. They hold you tight, hands gently rubbing your back or arms to soothe you.
It’s not often that you allow yourself to cry, but you do now. You heave out a sob and feel their arms tighten around you. They stay like that until your sobs turn into tears before finally drying up.
“Thank you,” you say quietly once you’ve calmed down fully.
“Of course, YN,” Niall says. “We’re always here for you. Whatever you need.”
“We’re in this together,” Harry adds. “And we take care of each other. Always.”
Their kindness, and comfort has you feeling so much better, but you remain in their hold just a bit longer. It feels so nice to have this type of physical contact after so long without it.
The three of you eventually get cleaned up and join the rest of the boys for dinner. You end the day feeling so much better than you did at the start, and you know it’s thanks to these boys you call family.
But despite how nice it felt to be held, thoughts of doubt and embarrassment fill your mind in the weeks that follow. When you look back at that afternoon you first think about how good it felt. And then you begin to feel weak that you even needed to be babied in the first place.
You vow to be stronger in the future and not ask for that again. They have their own things, they don’t need to be taking care of you too. At least, that’s what your parents had always said.
Tour continues, and one night you all have to stay at the venue for a while after the show. Security said something about it being unsafe to travel just yet, but you were too tired to listen to the details.
After more than an hour of hanging out backstage you finally get the all clear to head out. But in that time you’d practically fallen asleep on the sofa. You have zero desire to get up so you sleepily raise your arms and look at Liam who’s standing before you and say, “Carry me.”
He chuckles, and a sweet smile appears on his face. Without even saying a word he leans down and slides an arm behind your back, the other under your knees to scoop you up bridal style. You sling one arm around his neck and hold on as he adjusts his grip to make sure you are secure.
Once back on the bus he tucks you in, straightening your extra blanket and placing your stuffed cat in your arms. He runs a gentle hand through your hair until you fall asleep, once again feeling so safe and loved.
A couple weeks later your period hits, and for some reason this month is especially bad. It’s day two of non stop cramps, and as much as you try to keep this a secret from the boys, they always know when you’re feeling particularly bad.
Louis is the one to find you curled up on the couch. He brings chocolate, pain relievers, and some tea that’s supposed to help. You’d never heard of it before, but apparently his sisters swear by it.
When nothing helps right away he lays down with you. His hand goes to your stomach and begins to rub, somehow soothing more than just the pain. Once your cramps finally go away you turn so that you're facing Louis. You tuck your head under his chin and he puts his arm around your waist to keep you close.
It should be strange, being so close to him. But it just feels right, just like it does with the other boys. You let yourself enjoy the comfort as Louis’ hand rubs gentle circles on your back.
Not only are your cramps gone, but the feelings of sadness and anxiety that usually come with your period are gone too, all thanks to Louis’ compassion and gentleness.
A few days later you're sleeping in your bunk when a nightmare hits. It’s one that you used to get all the time, but now only comes when you’re extra exhausted or stressed. And with it being the last couple weeks of tour, you’re both of those things.
You wake up gasping, adrenaline coursing through your body. You hoped that you were quiet and didn’t wake anyone else, but a moment later Zayn appears and asks if you’re alright.
“I’m fine,” you reply. “Just a dream. I’m good now.”
But of course these boys can read you like a book. And Zayn immediately knows you’re not fine.
“Scooch over,” he says, and you listen. As soon as there’s room he climbs in the bunk with you. He lays on his back and pulls you so your head is resting on his chest.
You get comfy but you can’t help but feel bad. These bunks are small, uncomfortable for just one person. Definitely cramped with two.
“You don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine,” you say.
“Nonsense. No one should be alone when they don’t have to,” he replies.
You can't argue with that. The two of you hold each other close and fall into a peaceful sleep. He’s still there when you wake up in the morning and you snuggle closer, taking advantage of his comforting touch.
When tour ends you’re a weird mixture of relieved and sad. It had been exhausting, but so wonderful.
And you have to admit to yourself that you’re going to miss the boys. It’s only a couple of weeks apart before you come back together, but you’ll be back home with your family during that time.
And you’re realizing that they’re not really family to you.
Zayn, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Harry are your family. They care for you in ways your own parents never did. And you’re going to miss that while you’re all back home.
The boys know how you feel about going to stay with your family. That’s why they plan a night in rather than going out to party. You have some drinks and pizza, and spend the evening reminiscing about the past months you had together.
The later it gets, the more glum you feel. You know the goodbyes are coming soon, and that puts a damper on your mood.
Liam’s the first to notice how quiet you’ve gotten. He sits next to you on the couch and gently nudges you with his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
You don’t want to bring down the party, but you can’t ignore his pleading eyes so you reply, “I’m just going to miss you guys.”
He nods but continues to look at you, knowing there’s more to it. Sighing you add, “And you guys are so happy and so warm. At home everyone’s cold and distant.”
“What can we do to help?” He asks. A memory pops into your head. Another hotel room when you were feeling down. You know exactly what you need. And you’re no longer scared or embarrassed to ask for it.
“I need to be held,” you say.
“I think we can do that,” Liam says before once again picking you up and announcing, “Cuddle party on the bed!”
He gently tosses you onto the plush king bed and in no time you’re surrounded by your boys. That’s how the six of you sleep that night, all snuggled together in one big pile.
You’ve never before felt so safe, so loved. And you’ll forever be grateful for the opportunity you received that brought you close to these boys. Because they are the ones who taught you what love truly feels like.
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AN: While I was working on this a butterfly landed next to me and stuck around for a while. Brought me a bit of peace.
To my readers, I hope you’re all doing okay, and if you need someone to talk to know that I’m here and willing to talk!
#harry styles x reader#louis tomlinson x reader#niall horan x reader#liam payne x reader#zayn malik x reader#one direction x reader#one direction fanfiction
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Hello!! I have a request (Unless your requests are closed, pls ignore if so)
How would the batboys react to reader if we ignore them all day as a prank? Like we avoiding seeing them, ignore their texts , calls, etc. And even when we do see them we just don't talk to them, or look at them.
Dick
Hates it, he absolutely hates it when you ignore him as he prides himself on your attention and affection.
So the moment you deny him of your attention and affection, the man might as well have thought he died and went to hell. It was pure torture for poor Dick Grayson as he pouts and huffs like a child in order to get you to look at him, even a glance from the corner of your eye will suffice!
But no, you didn’t once look up from your phone and it wounded him gravely that he might as well consider himself dead. All he wanted from a long patrol was your kisses and cuddles but all he got was you sat on the sofa on your phone, not once looking up at him as Hayley followed him closely, more then willing to give him her attention if you weren’t going to do it.
So where poor Dick was, hugging a happy Hayley close to his chest like a comfort plushy, not minding the fact that she was breathing hot dog air in his face as he kept his eyes on you. ‘You won’t abandon me like some people will you Hayley? You wouldn’t leave daddy on his own when he needs moral support and comfort after a long day.’ Dick would say obnoxiously loud enough for you to hear.
Though you didn’t show that you could hear him as your eyes remained glued to your phone, adamant in not looking up if it meant winning this bet with Stephenie, and you were determined to win no matter what.
Dick pouts as he burrows his face into Hayley’s fur, producing fake sobbing that was so obviously faked, pausing periodically just to look over at you before continuing to ‘sob’ into Hayley’s fur once more.
Still you didn’t look up.
Dick pouted as he rested his chin against the top of Hayley’s head as she was just happy to be held by her human father, non the wiser. ‘This is going to be more difficult my sweet child, time to go to phase two.’ Dick then picked up Hayley and put her in front of your face and shouted. ‘STOP NEGLECTING OUR CHILD!’ This jolted you enough to look up and be met with Hayley breathing hot dog air in your face, realisation struck you within seconds as you realised that you had just lost the bet.
Taking your defeat with dignity, you took Hayley from dick and hugged her tightly as Dick then hugged you tightly, nuzzling his face into your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair.
‘I lost a bet for this.’ You said to no one in particular as Dick was too blissed out from your fingers running through his hair as he murmured, ‘love you too honey.’
Jason
He doesn’t bother you about it at first, thinking of it as you needing some space but the more you seemingly did this, the more Jason would wonder whether or not he missed anything important.
He didn’t miss anything, Jason rarely forgot anything about you and knew in his heart that this was just like any other day, and yet even with that knowledge it didn’t make him feel anymore at ease then he was when he first noticed that you were ignoring him.
So instead he just sits next to you, takes your phone from your hand and sets it aside before pulling you into his lap and making sure you wouldn’t be able to get away from him so easily.
‘Now I know you’re not ignoring me chipmunk.’ He said but as he expected you didn’t attempt to respond to him, but instead look down at your hands as though they were more interesting than him. Jason then pinched your side, making you jolt but it wasn’t enough to make you speak or acknowledge him in the slightest like he wanted.
Jason then lowered his head to your ear, pressing a kiss to it before speaking in a low tone. ‘Sweetheart, I don’t know who set you up to ignoring me, was it Roy?’ He asked.
No response.
‘Dick?’ He asked again.
Again, no response.
‘Please chipmunk, don’t ignore me, have I done something wrong? If I have please don’t leave me in the dark, I want to make it up to you but I wouldn’t be able to if you don’t tell me sweets.’ Jason pleaded as he kept you closer to his chest, pressing soft, tempting kisses across your face and neck as his warm hands rubbed at your side. ‘I don’t like it when my baby ignores me’. He adds. Sincerely, ‘not when I love the sound of their voice and their laugh more than anything.’
‘It was Stephanie’s idea!’ You exclaimed, not wanting to ignore your sweet and gentle Jason when he needs you most, you knew how much Jason hated when you get mad at him and give him silent treatment. You knew Jason valued communication and respect above all else in your relationship, so whatever made you think that you could get through this prank without faltering to Jason’s desire to hear you talk was beyond you.
You weren’t gods strongest soldier when it came to Jason and you were reminded of this constantly with how easily you’d do anything to see him smile, he’s already suffered enough and you didn’t wish for him to suffer any more, even if it was in due to a fucking prank hurt was still hurt at the end of the day.
‘My angel finally speaks.’ Jason teased as he kissed your lips, once, twice, three times before pulling away to rest his head against yours. ‘You had me going there sweetheart, please don’t ever do that again, just talk to me if I ever happen to upset you chipmunk.’
You latch onto him and burrow your head into his neck, peppering kisses to the scars that you found there in abundance. ‘I promise, I promise I will never do it again, I promise.’ You chanted as Jason made himself comfortable on the coach, holding you close to his chest as his hands rub up and down your back and you kept kissing his neck and jawline sweetly, making up for moments you’ve neglected him of your sweet, sweet affection.
Damian
Is petty as shit and will probably try to give you similar treatment in response.
He doesn’t have the day for you ignoring him and will continue his day as he normally would, but would find himself feeling a little hollow inside when you didn’t kiss his cheek for good luck on patrol, even if he insists he didn’t need it but still it’s not like he’d refuse you from giving him affection.
Damian likes to act he’s unaffected but he was only fooling himself at this point after having gotten accustomed to your affectionate nature, so much so that he would find himself expecting your kisses, hugs and affirming words on a subconscious level.
‘I will not stoop to your level.’ Damian said to you one day.
You looked up as though you were about to say something but decided against it and look back at the book you were reading, Damian clenched his jaw.
‘This is childish even for you my treasure.’ He tried again as he moved to stand in front of you but once again you managed to pretend that you could hear him but instead stand up after putting your book aside.
‘I think I’ll take ace and Titus on a walk.’ You said to yourself as you then proceeded to walk past him and towards the doorway, just about to reach for the doorknob, only for Damian to grab your wrist and gently pull you back until you were standing in front of him. ‘They can wait and besides you can barely keep them from dragging you across the park because they saw a couple of squirrels.’ He reminded you.
For the first time in the day you actually looked at him and pouted. ‘Hey! That was one time, I’m pretty sure I have a better grip on them compared to last time.’ You defended yourself, feeling your ego bruise a little with the reminder of how you got physically dragged by two dogs. In your defence one of the dogs in question was a Great Dane.
Damian smiled softly when you finally addressed him. ‘Stoped with your silly game have you my dear?’ He asks you rhetorically as you pouted, knowing that you now owed Stephanie money for breaking as you rested your head against his chest. ‘That was a low blow dami, low blow even for you.’ You muttered.
Damian shrugged, caging you in his arms. ‘Merely doing whatever is needed to obtain my objective.’
‘And that was for me to stop ignoring you?’ You asked as you pulled your head from his chest, eyebrow raised.
‘To stop you from continuing this childish behaviour.’ Damian corrected you in hope that you didn’t feel his hammering heartbeat.
You smirked. ‘If there’s anyone to blame for such behaviour she goes by the name Stephanie, I’m sure you’re familiar with her.’ You replied as you felt Damian’s arms tighten on you.
‘I’m very familiar with such a character.’ Damian said through gritted teeth.
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Belief
Pairing : dad!Charles Leclerc x mom!reader
Theme : Angst, fluff
Still felt like something’s missing with this one 😩
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“Y/N, listen–“
“No, Charles, I’m done.” You brushed past him with your duffel bag that you had prepared days before because you knew he would still keep on denying everything.
“What do you mean you’re done? Y/N, please listen to me.”
“Let’s go, baby.” Taking your baby girl’s hand, you pulled her up to her feet as she threw her toys on the floor.
“Where are you going? Y/N, you can’t do this to me.
“I’m going home. I’m not coming back until you set your priority straight.” You took little steps while your daughter trailed after you, constantly checking back, wondering why her daddy is not coming along.
“I told you she’s a new physiotherapist ! Please, don’t do this.”
“Physiotherapist won’t be in your room all cuddled up like that! You think I’m a fool?” You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, eyes still looking at your husband in disbelief as you felt every trust you had for him far gone.
“I don’t know what the news said but those didn’t happen, baby–“
“Don’t call me that.”
He breathed in, hand on his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut and took a step back. “Y/N, none of the things happened. Yes, she was in my room but nothing happened. You need to trust me!”
“Dada not come?” Your daughter asked as she stood up after you put on her shoes. Her little hand goes back into yours.
“Dada’s not coming, sweetheart. Dada has work.” You tugged on her little hands and turned around to leave but she refused to follow, pulling you back the the little force she had.
“But I want dada.” She yanked her hand from your grip and ran back to hug Charles’s legs. “Dada follow?”
Charles then crouched down and gave his little girl a kiss on her forehead. “Dada can’t come, princess. Take care of mommy for dada, alright?” His arm went around her little frame when the circled her arms around his neck, hugging him.
“See you later, dada!”
“Y/N.” The soft tone of his voice nearly knocked down the wall that you were trying to build in your heart. When you turned around, you saw he took few steps closer to plant a kiss on your forehead, mumbling the words “I love you” as he pulled away. Both you and Charles had made a promise on the early stage of your dating life that both of you would never go a day without an I love you because tomorrow wasn’t confirmed, regardless of how bad the arguments would be. “And I’m sorry…”
You didn’t look at him when you pulled away to make your way to your car. You didn’t want to ignore the words, but you also didn’t want to say it back so you just mumbled the words back under your breath. Your little girl had her half body turned sideways jusy so she could kept on waving to her dad, unconcerned with the problems going on.
If it wasn’t for the constant tagging, you would have been left in the dark. Checking your social media had always been apart of your wind down activity but you weren’t expecting to have over 100+ notifications one night, people tagging you on a screenshot of news article about your husband exposed to be having a short “intimate break” with a new woman. The articles were supported heavily with a blurry picture of your husband and the woman walking out of the driver’s room after which was what they assumed as a quickie before the race in Hungary. People started making fun of your marriage, saying that you tricked Charles into one by getting pregnant on purpose or you got pregnant as soon after the wedding because you wanted to secure the bag and some of them even assume Charles was forced to stay in the marriage not because of love but because of the child and his image.
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Though you had been living separately for nearly a month, Charles would always came by. Sometimes it would a short 5 minutes where he just dropped by to give his little daughter a new toy or just a short cuddling session. You felt guilty of course, because your daughter had always been daddy’s girl but you couldn’t be in the same house with him without thinking about the pictures so you had to continuously tell her that Charles was busy with his fast car.
“Don’t go!” Your daughter cried out and tugged on her dad’s hand, dragging him back into the living room. “Dada can’t go!”
“I need to go, princess.” He drew his lips back, squatting down to level his face with hers. “We spent half a day together, didn’t we?” His arm was stretched out again as she kept on trying to pull him back.
“Can dada stay?”
He looked up and caught your eyes on him with your arms folded. “I’m not sure mommy wants that. Why don’t you go and ask mommy?”
“Can dada stay tonight, mommy? Please please!” She ran to hug your legs and pulled on your shirt to get your attention.
“Sleep on the couch. I’ll get a blanket for you.” You left those two together shrieking with laughters and came back with blanket to find both of them cuddling on the couch. “Are you gonna sleep with dada on the couch tonight?”
“Yes! Mommy too?” She scooted aside and pat on the empty space. “Mommy too!”
“Mommy will sleep in the room, okay?” You bended down to peck on her forehead and looked at Charles who has been staring at you. “Make sure she sleeps by 9.”
“Thank you.” He took your hand and you snatched it back before matching to your room.
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“Baby, what are you doing with my phone?”
You had just done putting on your skincare and walked out of the bathroom to see your little girl looking sullen as she was holding your phone. “No answer?” She raised the phone up as it shook a little from the unbalanced weight between the phone and her little grip.
“Answer? Who are you calling?”
“Y/N, is there–“
“Hi dada!”
“oh, hi, princess!”
You froze when you heard Charles’s voice. When did she even learn how to call someone or more specifically, her own dad.
“Dada! Hello!”
“Hi, I miss you so much.”
Your daughter squealed and clapped her hands, bringing the phone that was larger than her hand closer to her mouth. “Miss you too!”
“Where’s mommy? Is mommy okay?”
Your lips were pressed into a thin line. Sure, you can still acted all fine in front of your daughter but that doesn’t mean you could play pretend with your feelings. I miss you, Charles.
“Mommy is okay. Mommy was putting cream on face.”
“Oh, yeah? Mommy always takes a long time in front of the mirror, right princess?”
“Yeah, very long time! Mommy always goes dab dab.”
You heard him chuckle and continued the conversations until he had to end the call. “Princess, dada has to go. Listen to mommy and be a good girl. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Bye, dada! I love you.”
“Bye, princess. Tell mommy I said I love you.”
She stood up and ran to you, handing you back the phone with the brightest smile, which had everything to do with the little time with her dad.
“Dada said I love you mommy!”
“I love you too.” She giggled in your arms as you poked on her waist. “Who taught you how to call dada, hm?”
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You were sitting at the living room, leaving Charles and your daughter having their own time. Faint giggles and maffles could be heard filling the silence.
“Girl secured the bag but still got cheated on.”
“Proof that a child is not enough to make a man loyal. Good try, girl.”
Though it had been more than a month since what happened, your social media was still full of unpleasant comments. Your life had been in a downward spiral, even more when Ferrari’s official account had posted a few photos from the weekend and you saw the woman who was in the picture with Charles months ago in the background of the photos. The comments were quick to jump into their own assumptions and speculations, making you felt more oppressed within every minute you spent on your phone.
“Where’s she?” You asked when you saw Charles in the living room, no longer hearing her squeals and laughters. Your phone was no longer in your hand as you turned it off. Charles had took a seat on the couch, afar from you since you kept on shutting him out so he just knew you wouldn’t want him close to you this time as well.
“She’s asleep.” He grabbed your hand as you were walking trying to walk pass him to get yourself a drink. “Bab– Y/N, can we talk?”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Charles.”
“You can’t keep on doing this.” He was now standing only a step away. “I miss you. I don’t want to come home to an empty house. Please, tell me what you want me to do.” His fingers softly traced your cheek, making your heart beat faster, yearning for more of his touch. “I’ll fix the mess. I’ll speak up about this, let the news clear out my name, your name. I need you, Y/N, please.”
You wanted to give in. You were so close to give into his wishes, his plead but you couldn’t. Never once in your life would you imagine yourself to be in a situation where your husband got tangled up with another woman that people started making fun of your innocent child.
“You need to leave.” You paced back, feeling his touch leaving an imprint on your skin.
“Y/N,”
“Leave, please. I’m not doing this tonight.”
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The scream of your daughter took up the house as she saw Charles walked through the door. You had told Charles you wanted to do a small birthday for her and he had set everything up that you didn’t have to lift a finger. A day before a group of people came by to start putting on balloons and ribbons in your house. The food and drinks started ti arrive a few hours ago so you were only left with a few task when you had to dress her up and prepare a few starter and dessert. The guests were not a lot. You had invited your friends, their kids, family members and of course, Charles.
“Hey, princess! Happy birthday!”
Charles immediately picked her up and attacked her chubby cheeks with kisses, causing her to squirm while giggling. “You are so pretty, princess. Did you wear mommy’s lipstick?” He laughed and wiped the smudge at the ends of her lips.
“I stole mommy’s lipstick!”
“Knew it! You should have asked mommy to help put it on you. Where’s mommy?” She had ran to join her friends back to the small backyard garden, leaving Charles’s question left unanswered as he ambled to the kitchen to see you were preparing a cheese board for the guests.
“Do you need help?
“Oh, yeah. Can you help me open the pack of crackers and just plate it nicely on this serving board? You handed him the board to which he took it and started opening crackers that you had placed on the kitchen counter while you went back to cutting the cheese.
Both of you were doing things in silence so you didn’t bother to check up on him as you only asked his help for the simplest task ever. One that even your daughter could do.
You had realised it wasn’t as simple as you thought it was when you looked at the board which was supposed to be filled with crackers, were only filled with a few ones while the rest went into his mouth.
“Charles!” Charles’s hand stop moving as he looked at you. “I asked you to put them on the board, not eat them!”
“It’s addictive. Give it a try.” He offered you one and you took it, chuckling as you chew. “Right? I told you! It’s tasteless but it’s good. Do you want more?”
He moved closer to put the cracker to your mouth when you declined, making you laugh as you tried to move your face away. “It’s not that good. I don’t want it!”
He cackled along, arm finding its way on your waist as he pulled you close. “God, I missed you so much.”
“Hello?”
“Yeah–” The smile on your face ceased as your eyes landed on the owner of the voice, the same woman who was caught in a gossip with the guy standing in front of you. “Oh, hi.”
“Y/N, this is Leah. She’s–“ Charles tried to grab your arm as you tried to walk out of the kitchen. “Baby, wait–“
“I need to check on my daughter.”
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“Isn’t that the girl that was in the picture? Did you invite her?”
The drink in your hand tasted somewhat bitter. “No, she came with Charles.” You replied, eyes locked on your daughter as she played with her dad and Leah in the backyard.
“Is he trying to introduce you to his new girlfriend?”
“I don’t know.” You stretched out your arms as your little girl came running to you. “Did you have fun with dada?”
“Yes! Can mommy play too?” She jumped and tugged on your finger to get you off the couch. “Please please!”
“Alright, alright. I’m coming.” You patted her head, giving your friends a glance as you trailed after her to the backyard where Charles was on the grass, joining by your daughter after.
“Dada, let mommy be the tagged!”
“You asked me to join you only for you to gang up with dada? Come here!” You gasped dramatically and chased after her while she waddled to the end of the backyard. “Oh, tag.” Charles had just stood on his feet and stopped by your side as he saw you focusing on the little girl when you tapped on his arm.
“Oh, come on! Really? I thought you were chasing after her.” Charles groaned. He barely had a 5 minutes break and thought you were chasing after the little one instead of him, which was why he wasn’t running away.
“I can’t catch her!”
“Okay, then I’ll just tag you back.” He poked on your cheek, laughing when you clicked on your tongue, thing that you always do when you get annoyed.
“Charles, can I borrow you for a second?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” He left your side when Leah called out for him, both of them seemed to be engrossed in a discussion. Leaving you alone while your daughter had found her way back into her group of friends. You saw your friends’ sympathetic eyes on you as they called you out to join them back.
You felt pathetic.
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For the rest of the birthday party, you tried to ignore Charles and his partner though you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Every time you caught a glance of both of them, exchanging conversations and smiles while she kept on showing something on her phone, tears would welled up in your eyes and you couldn’t cry, not today. Today isn’t about you.
“Baby, can you please stop ignoring me?”
You bumped into Charles as you tried to head to to kitchen and he had gripped on your arm, forcing you to stay as you were trying to get away from Charles again when the front door opened as you saw a man with 2 kids around your daughter’s age walked in with a birthday present nicely wrapped in his hand.
“Happy birthday!” The kids shrieked and handed the birthday present to your daughter as they ran to join the kids outside.
“There you are! What took you so long?” Leah exclaimed as she pulled the man into a hug. “Y/N, this is my husband and my kids. I hope you don’t mind three extra guests?”
“No, not at all.” A soft smiled creeped in as a mask to hide your true feelings before you made your way into your room with Charles chasing after you.
You felt so dumb. First you had to see your husband’s new “girlfriend” then having to constantly see your husband played with your kid while his new girl a step away as she laughed and smiled along, one when your husband left your side in a blink the second Leah called out for him, only to find out that all of that was just an act and that she actually had a husband and kids. You felt your throat tighten up as you breathed in a short intake. “Did you try to make me look like a fool because you aced it.”
“No, that’s– no, not at all. Y/N–“
“I feel so woeful and pathetic. If this– if this is your payback because I took your daughter away, I’m sorry.” You sobbed into the palm of your hands.
“Baby, no. No, that– that’s not it. You got the wrong idea. I brought her along because I had a scheduled medical checkup and she had to tag along. I thought she could be the one to explain to you what actually happened since you refused to listen to my explanation.” Your trembling hand in now in his while he cupped his free hand on your left cheek, thumb wiped off the fresh tears that rolled down you cheeks. It had been a week since the last time he touched you, month since he hugged you and there was a hole in his heart from your absence. You didn’t reject him, not this time so he continued. “Yes, she was in the room with me but I was asleep and she was looking for my stuff. Something that she wanted to borrow. We didn’t cuddle or do anything at all. Not like how the news portrayed. She came in with Joris because he had the access to my room but they didn’t catch that moment so it just seemed like there was only both of us.”
Your tongue was tied, your head was in a shamble. You didn’t know know what to do, what to react, what to respond. If what he was saying was true, then why did he seemed so close with her. Why would he go to his daughter’s birthday party with her. Why would he left you just because she called out for him.
“You know how much I love you, Y/N. I would never do anything that would break your trust on me. I was asleep. I would have asked Joris to not allow her inside my room if I was awake. I didn’t know there were pictures taken.”
“I don’t know, Charles. I’m just– “ You tilted you head away as you felt your throat closing up. “Everything I saw earlier didn’t make it seemed as if nothing happened between you guys.”
“What did you see?” He leaned in, tugging on your hand in his just so you would look back at him. “Tell me, baby, what did you see?”
“You came to the birthday party with her looking like a happy couple as if you tried to shove that in my face.”
“We didn’t. We didn’t come together, Y/N. She drove her own car but we came from the same place, remember? Her husband wanted to buy a last minute birthday gift, just before they came here so she had to ask for my opinion since they didn’t know what they should give.” You felt his thumb kept on stroking the back of your hand, he wanted to pull you in his embrace but he couldn’t afford getting rejected again. He didn’t know if you wanted him to touch you but grateful enough that you didn’t retract your hand away so he wouldn’t ask for more if your weren’t comfortable just yet.
“I am such a fool…” Your voice trailed off with tears streaming down your face.
“No, you are not a fool. You needed reassurance which I failed to give.” Charles then surrendered to his own wish and eventually engulfed you in his arms. “Is this okay? Can I hug you?” He didn’t get your response but he felt your arms on his back, returning the hug.
“I’m sorry…” You tilted your head to look at him with swollen eyes.
“We are both at fault here.” He drew in his arms tighter around your frame. “Will you come back to me? Come back home?”
“Do you still want me back?”
“I will always want you back, baby. Always.” He pulled away and pecked on your cheek, chuckling when you started having hiccups from crying too much.
“Dada?”
He pulled away and turned to look at his little girl walked in with a lollipop in her hand. You stayed behind Charles so you could pat your eyes dry before she noticed.
“Is mommy okay?” She slanted her body to peek on you as Charles continued to cover you with his back.
“Mommy’s fine, princess. Mommy’s eyes just hurt a little.”
“Give mommy this!” She offered Charles her lollipop, making both of you laughed.
“Charles took the lollipop and extended it to you. “Would you like a lollipop, baby?”
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Aah!! As the strange anon who requested Naoya. I gotta say I totally agree with these headcanons! You got him perfect lol basically a d**k..unless your super hot, don't speak and magically anticipate exactly what he wants when he wants it...in which case he's slightly less of a d**k. Ooh please do gojo headcanons now I'm addicted haha
lmfao strange anon 😭😭 but fr you’re right tho, naoya would usually be the type to say “you look prettier with your mouth shut, keep it that way”.
♡.°₊Satoru is the type of man to…ˎˊ˗
content: jjk headcanons; half sfw/half nsfw; afab!reader; i love my cutie patootie boo boo bear pookie blue eyed king gojo >.<!!
n/a: i love this man sm, I already kinda did hcs of him before, but they were mostly nsfw, so i really scratched my head to not repeat them as best as i could.
these are my hcs! feel free to agree or disagree :b any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated <3
sfw ver! ୨ৎ
Satoru is the type of man to… have gifting as his love language. Aside from being extra clingy, he’s the type to gift you stuff at least twice a week. They’re mostly things that reminds him of you or that he thinks you’d like (even though he might fail sometimes when it comes to treats, since he has a sweet tooth it may or may not be too sweet for you).
Satoru is the type of man to… act sassy/petty when jealous. Satoru isn’t the type to make a scene (at least not directed to you) or generally be ill-tempered/insecure. However, whenever he sees someone who looks at you in a different way than the others or tries to engage in a conversation with you that seems too intimate to be friendly, Satoru is the type of man to walk up to you and hug you from behind, giving you neck kisses. While you may think him being overly cuddly with you is normal due to his clingy character, Satoru is doing all that on purpose to let whoever is ‘bothering’ you that you already have someone else, with a damn smug smile plastered on his face (and maintaining direct eye contact with the stranger).
giggled and kicked my feet while writing this.
Satoru is the type of man to… try new things for you. So it is more than obvious that Satoru is old money rich. Like this dude was RICH RICH and spoiled rotten since he was child, not to mention that he’s a special grade sorcerer (he basically gets bank as a salary), therefore he’s accustomed to getting the finest things, either for you or for himself. What may seem expensive to you is probably normal for him. That doesn’t mean he’s some type of snob or is condescending about middle and working class. Satoru would be the type of be slightly skeptical when you take him to a ‘not so high-end’ restaurant, but since it was a “spot you knew”, it must be good, right? Satoru would be surprised to know that the food in the less wealthy places is sometimes even better than his common luxurious michelin-starred restaurant.
sounds like a cute trope imo
Satoru is the type of man to… taking pictures of you without you realizing it. It’s a hidden hobby of his, he thinks you look prettier when you’re distracted. Satoru has certain photo albums in his phone gallery that require a password, that is because you’d probably be embarrassed if you ever found out, but he really likes them, in the least creepy way.
Satoru is the type of man to… pretend not to know certain things as long as he has something to approach you with. Despite being good at pretty much everything, Satoru will lie and pretend to be terrible at something you are specifically passionate about so that you can teach him because he loves to see you get excited about sharing your hobbies and likes with others. His subtle way of knowing about you and collecting information he needs for when he wants to ask you out.
nsfw ver! ୨ৎ
Satoru is the type of man to… have public sex. Whether it’s at home or at some expensive restaurant’s washroom, nothing will stop him from pounding his cock balls deep inside you, though the thought of getting caught being freaky in public always gets his adrenaline rushing and his cock throbbing.
Satoru is the type of man to… have you modeling the lingerie he buys for you. He loves to see how excited you are to show him the little lingerie you bought with his card. But he loves it more when you thank him bouncing on his dick.
Satoru is the type of man to… have phone sex with you when he’s away. Due to his work, he has to sometimes to fly across Japan and this can take a few days before he comes back home. Satoru will call you late at night to ask how your day was then ask you to play with yourself, maybe even do a video call so he can see your pretty ‘o’ face.
Satoru is the type of man to… cover you in hickeys. He takes pride in letting everyone know he fucked you real good last night as well as to mark you as his. It also helps to keep other men from you, so he does this pretty often.
Satoru is the type of man to… fuck you in front of a mirror. Satoru likes to fuck you in doggy as well as to see your fucked out face, so he came up with the solution of placing a mirror in front of his bed so he can plunge his cock deep inside your walls just the way he likes and get to see you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he rearranges your guts. He also gets to look at himself and brag a little. (a little narcissistic from him if you ask me lmao)
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aaaaa can you do your work 'your attention' but with xiao, albedo, kazuha and wanderer? i liked it so much i wish they had a version of it 🥲
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» :、♡ YOUR ATTENTION
` Summary: You pay a lot of attention to your newborn child, and your husband has only to watch it jealousy. He lacks your attention.
` Includes: Xiao, Albedo, Kazuha, Wanderer x fem!reader
` Genre: fluff, romance, hints of jealousy
XIAO
When your daughter was born, Xiao was a little scared. He isn't accustomed to communicating with people, and even with you, mostly at the beginning of your acquaintance, he preferred to be silent, listening to your voice when you talked to him.
But his child is different. This is his blood and flesh. This is your blood and flesh. And he's obliged to give his child as much love as he gives you.
But he must tirelessly continue the work of the exorcism, so basically you take care of the child.
He wants to help you, he really wants to, but his debt of karma has settled in his soul. But you never reproached him for it, and he will always be grateful to you.
You love to sit by the window and look out the window with some longing, waiting for the return of your lover. Your daughter twitches her nose in a funny way while you hold her in your arms.
You smile happily as you cradle the baby in your arms.
And when Xiao, frozen on the balcony railing, sees you and his child in your arms, he thinks he just doesn't deserve it.
You're so gentle, beautiful, you treat a small child in your hands so reverently, and this makes his heart tremble with love and desire to be in your arms too.
When Xiao really wants something from you, he will never say it directly. You have long been accustomed to the fact that basically an adeptus will always wait for the first step from you.
This applies to literally everything. Hugs, kisses, tender words. Understand him, it's just hard for him to be open, but he really tries, so please support Xiao in his timid actions.
Greedy for your touch, he looks with some jealousy at your daughter in your arms, also wanting to receive your gentle touches and words of love.
When you lay your daughter in her cradle, you call your husband closer to you, and the adeptus doesn't dare to resist you, because he knows that he will do anything for you at your one word.
He's always greedy for your attention and kisses, because you're his salvation. You will always be a light in his dark realm, illuminating his path forward with your radiance.
You pull Xiao closer to you, and his tense body gradually relaxes, feeling your familiar cuddle. He squeezes your waist with his strong hands, finally feeling you next to him.
You whisper into his hair, "Rest, my dear. And I will protect your dream."
ALBEDO
Before your son was born, you and Albedo always did experiments together.
You were his assistant and right hand, you always helped him when he needed your help.
When your child was born, you left your job because you had to take care of your son. He was very active and you always needed to keep your attention on him.
At first Albedo didn't attach much importance to your absence, because, for example, he always worked alone at Dragonspine, not allowing you to accompany him, because he was afraid that you might get sick.
And for the most part, he did his job well, even when he worked alone, but something still wasn't right.
The constant feeling of you next to him seemed to have ingrained under his skin, and when you were next to him during the moments of his work, he felt more confident than ever in his experiments.
Because when you were by his side, he knew he could handle anything.
But now all your attention is riveted to your son, and this slight sediment of jealousy remains in his chest.
Looking at you and his son, Albedo clearly feels that he has missed your attention madly.
Therefore when your baby falls asleep, Albedo immediately pulls you into his arms, hearing you exhale excitedly.
Albedo is always restrained and calm, and such a manifestation of his emotions and desires isn't entirely characteristic of him, so you're very surprised when he slightly unexpectedly and rudely presses you closer to him.
He seeks your attention, preventing you from focusing on anything other than him alone. Therefore until he's satisfied with your affection and love, he won't allow you to go anywhere.
You can only shake your head as you watch the great alchemist turn into a small child when he lacks your attention.
"Please be my assistant for the next experiment. I want you to witness my success." He whispers into your neck and you pull his head closer to you, enjoying your husband's presence.
"I promise."
KAZUHA
When your son was born, Kazuha wrote the poem for him. And the next poem he wrote for you, where he said that for him there is nothing more valuable than you in the whole world.
He thanked you for the fact that your child was born, and asked your forgiveness for not being able to be with you every day.
His soul is always dreaming and longing for travel, and you know it. You never reproached Kazuha for this, humbly waiting for him to return to his native land.
And as captain Beidou's ship returned to Inazuma after a long voyage, Kazuha's soul sings with the realization that he will soon be able to be with you and your son again.
At the moment when he sees you holding your little baby in your arms, his heart flutters, and he hurries to give you the most tender and long-awaited hugs.
But Kazuha stops halfway to you, because you ask him to wait a little while you put your child in his bed.
The baby was crying in your arms as you tried to soothe him by humming a sweet melody that seemed to your husband the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
The thought that he could now see you right in front of him after a long separation without being able to hug you tore his heart apart.
But you have always been adamant when it comes to your child, so Kazuha meekly with a bit of jealousy in his red eyes waited for you to put your son in his cradle.
Words of love, beautiful songs burst out of him like birds from a golden cage when you again find yourself in his arms and bestow your attention on him.
Kazuha's love language is words. He can compose for you any poem, any novel about his boundless love for you.
And be sure that his poem about love for you will be passed from mouth to mouth in the breath of a light breeze, which is an integral part of his being.
Therefore continue to give him affection and love.
"Your attention is dearest to me, I beg you, keep looking at me with your beautiful eyes."
WANDERER
It's difficult to call Wanderer a gentle person after how much pain and suffering he has endured, but when you have a child, his puppet heart trembles with sincere joy.
He doesn't believe that someone as rotten on the inside as he is, can give rise to a new life – as pure and innocent as your daughter.
You will never get tired of repeating to Wanderer that even though his past is clouded by bad memories, his future will always be bright, sunny and calm.
Because you and your daughter will always be by his side.
Let him never show it, Scaramouche will always be grateful to you for your words. You and your daughter are the meaning of his life and something without which he could never exist in this world.
But when it comes to your attention, he doesn't want to cede it to anyone. Even to his child.
He looks at the little baby with narrowed eyes as she tries to reach out to you two with her little hands in an attempt to get your hugs.
But the Wanderer tactfully stops her attempts in the bud, because now he's the one who will receive all your tenderness and love.
You just smile, holding out your hand to the little baby, watching your husband's brows furrow as the child giggles happily.
"You promised me that today your attention will be focused only on me…" Scaramouche grumbles in annoyance, pouting his lips.
He's so funny when he furrows his brows. A blush covers his cheeks as he realizes you've noticed his little weakness. Yes, he needs you and your hugs, so please give him your attention.
You chuckle at how cute and irritable Wanderer becomes when your attention is on someone or something else.
"Your daughter wants my attention too. Why don't you share it with her?" You smile slyly.
He just snorts and pulls you tighter against his chest, forcing you to let go of your daughter's hand. After that light sweet kisses begin to cover your neck.
"I won't even think about it."
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𝔸 𝔽𝔸𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ'𝕊 ℂ𝕆𝕄ℙ𝕃𝕀ℂ𝔸𝕋𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼
Dad Gojo x daughter reader
Part 2
Satoru's phone buzzed insistently, cutting through the quiet morning. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed before answering, "Utahime, what's up?"
"Satoru," her voice was firm and serious. "I have a mission. I can't take care of her for a while."
He leaned back, narrowing his eyes. "Isn't it school holidays? Can't your students help?"
"They've all gone home, you idiot," Utahime replied, frustration creeping into her voice. "I have no choice but to send her to you."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. "Fine," he finally said, though his voice lacked enthusiasm. "Send her over."
Utahime hung up and turned to the small girl playing with her Lego bricks. "Sweetie, you have to go stay with your dad for a few days," she said gently.
The girl's face fell. "But I want to stay with you, Aunt Hime."
"I know, darling, but I have to go on a mission. It'll only be for four days," Utahime reassured her, helping her pack her things.
As they drove to Satoru's house, the girl's eyes were filled with apprehension. She clutched her stuffed bunny tightly, her mind drifting back to her earliest memories.
Two years after Suguru's departure, Satoru met a girl. It was a chance encounter at a local bar, a night when he sought distraction from the overwhelming emptiness that his best friend's departure had left. She was vibrant and full of life, a stark contrast to his own turmoil. They laughed, talked about everything and nothing, and ended the night in each other's arms.
What was meant to be a one-night stand quickly evolved into a complicated relationship. She reached out to him months later with unexpected news: she was pregnant. Satoru, caught off guard, offered her a choice. "You don't have to keep it if you don't want to," he said, masking his own uncertainty. But she insisted, her eyes filled with determination. "I want this baby, Satoru."
Their relationship took on a new form, bound by the impending arrival of their child. Satoru was conflicted, torn between fear and a faint hope that this child could bring some light back into his life. However, tragedy struck when she died during childbirth, leaving Satoru alone with their newborn daughter and a heart full of resentment.
The sight of his daughter was a constant reminder of the love he lost. He named her y/n out of obligation but found it hard to connect. He wasn't cruel; he made sure she was cared for, but emotionally, he kept his distance. He hired nannies and ensured she had everything she needed, but he couldn't bring himself to show her affection.
One day, when she was five, Satoru fetched his daughter from her preschool, her innocent eyes wide with curiosity. "Daddy, where's Mommy?" she asked, tilting her head in that endearing way only children can.
It was his breaking point. Blinded with a surge of grief and anger, he almost lashed out, his hand stopping inches from her terrified face. Realizing what he had nearly done, he made a decision that night. He couldn't care for her, not the way she deserved. He reached out to Utahime, who had always had a soft spot for the girl.
"Please, Utahime," he had begged. "Take her. I can't do this."
Utahime, moved by pity and a sense of responsibility, agreed. She took the girl in, raising her with the love and care that Satoru couldn't muster. Satoru, for his part, provided financial support. He made sure his daughter had everything she needed, sometimes giving Utahime ridiculous amounts of money to buy y/n's birthday gift, but he remained distant, haunted by his own demons.
The car pulled up to Satoru's house, and the girl waved goodbye to Utahime, tears brimming in her eyes. "Goodbye, Aunt Hime," she said softly.
"Be good, sweetie. I'll be back soon," Utahime replied, giving her a reassuring hug before driving off.
Satoru stood at the door, watching them. "Come inside," he said, his voice devoid of warmth. "Things are different now. I have a student and his comatose sister living here, so I have no choice but to act like a loving father."
His words stung. He cared for his students but not for her. She nodded silently, her heart aching.
Megumi arrived home shortly after. Seeing the girl, with her striking white hair and blue eyes, he immediately recognized her as Satoru's daughter. "Who's this?" he asked.
"This is my daughter," Satoru said, introducing them.
Throughout the day, she tried to stay out of Satoru's way, spending her time watching TV with Megumi or drawing in her sketchbook. Megumi once caught a glimpse of a drawing of a happy girl holding hands with her mother and father. It tugged at his heartstrings, but he said nothing.
One evening, Satoru took them out for ice cream and stopped by a playground. The girl’s face lit up with joy as she played, pulling Megumi along with her. For a moment, Satoru saw a glimpse of happiness he hadn’t seen in years.
As the days passed, she avoided Satoru as much as possible, speaking only a little during meals if he was home. The memories of her early childhood haunted her, especially the time he almost hit her.
On the last night of her stay, Satoru walked by her room and saw Megumi reading her a bedtime story. He felt a warmth in his heart that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was a fleeting moment, but it left an impression.
The next day, Utahime arrived to pick her up. As they said their goodbyes, Satoru patted her hair awkwardly. "Goodbye," he said.
She looked up at him and smiled. Even though it was all an act, it was enough to make her happy. She hoped that one day, he would genuinely love her, and she would finally have a loving father like her friends at school.
As she drove away with Utahime, Satoru stood at the door, watching them go. He felt a pang of something he couldn’t quite identify. Maybe, just maybe, things could change.
A/N: This fic is inspired by a story on Wattpad, Broken Child.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk angst#utahime iori#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader
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Should Have Been Me - CC
Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader
Summary: You and Caitlin are home for a weekend to celebrate her brother's birthday - one thing leads to another and nothing is the same.
Warnings: ANGST - PURE ANGST, read at your own will. I would apologize but that would be a lie...
Word Count: 6.3k
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AN: Please don't ask why I did this, I needed the pain. Just let it be. But low-key this is probably one of my favorites that I’ve written. Okay great, thanks!
You and Caitlin are jamming out on the drive home to Des Moines. A few weeks back she mentioned how her younger brother's birthday was coming up and she was planning on making the trip home to be there. She didn't need to ask, knowing you would come.
The two of you grew up together, meeting on the first day of first grade. You two were inseparable. If you weren't at school together, you were at practice or at each other's homes. Your parents accepted when you were girls that they both had two daughters even though she was the only girl among her siblings and you were an only child. You were all essentially one big family.
It came as no surprise to either of them when Caitlin and you told them you were dating in high school. It was a little bit of a hard pill for her parents to swallow but ultimately were supportive of your relationship when they saw how happy you made Caitlin as more than a friend. It wasn't a hard decision when the Hawkeyes came around and scouted both of you out to play college basketball with them. It was both of your dreams, to play college basketball and ultimately make it to the NCAA championship. Eventually to play in the WNBA and that all was coming true right before your eyes. It was the cherry on top that you two were able to do that together on the same team. Not only is your chemistry incredible off the court, but on the court - it's unmatched.
This is your last little getaway before things pick up going into March Madness. Senior year baby and the two of you know you can the team all the way back to the final four.
You pull up to her house and grab your bag from the car. Even though your home was right down the street the two of you planned to spend the Friday night at her house and then head to yours for Saturday night. It works out well as her brother's birthday party is tonight.
Once you get inside, you see her mom going crazy trying to get everything in order before tonight You set your things down and immediately help out wherever she needs. Caitlin does the same but takes some time to catch up with her dad first. Once Cait and her dad jump in, it all comes together.
People begin to arrive and the party comes together. Their home comes to life with friends and family from all over.
Caitlin's mom comes running over to Caitlin and you in a slight panic.
"Caitlin, I need you to go grab Colin from his friends," she says looking at her phone.
"Doesn't he have his car? Why do I need to go grab him? I told Dad that I would help him get the lights up for the party before everyone got here and we are behind." She says getting a little flustered herself.
"His car isn't starting and his friend is out of a car so they have no way of getting here," Caitlin's mom explains.
"I can go get him," you say. "That way you both can stay and finish anything that is needed."
"Oh, you are an angel, sweetheart! Thank you, thank you, thank you," she says while giving you a hug.
"It is no problem, it's my pleasure," you respond and give her a smile. Caitlin gives you a look of gratitude.
Caitlin's mom sends you the address and you give Cait a peck before heading out to grab the boys.
Once you get in your car, you put on your favorite playlist and maps then head out. It was only about a 15-minute drive there. As you are driving, it is just starting to get dark. Your lights turn on automatically as you are driving. You are about 5 minutes out when you are stopped at a light. Once yours turns green, you begin to go and that is when time stops.
*Third person-ish POV*
Caitlin's mom walks over to her and her dad as they are setting up the lights. They are just about finished putting them up - it took a minute to do but they look really good.
"Have you see your little bother yet? I thought they would be back by now," her mom says looking at her phone.
"I am sure they are almost here, Mom," Caitlin says as her arms are holding up the last string of lights for her dad.
"I'm sure you're right," she says as she walks away and goes to tend to the food.
Once the lights are complete, Caitlin goes to look for you. She looks all over the place and can't seem to find you. After about 30 minutes of looking, she finds her mom.
"Hey mom, have you seen (y/n)," she asks, checking her phone to see if there were any messages that she missed.
"I have been trying to call her. Your bother called and asked when we would be there to pick him up," she says and Caitlin begins to get nervous. Looking at the clock, she realizes it has been about an hour since you had left to pick him up and it should have taken you 30 minutes.
Cait gives your phone a ring and it goes straight to voicemail. She begins to look around for your parents, knowing they were here to see if they could get a hold of you. When she finds them, they say they haven't seen her yet.
"Caitlin, can you go get your brother, please? It has been over an hour in and he is still waiting for (y/n)," her mom says, not looking up from her phone. Caitlin grabs her mom's keys and heads out.
As she is driving, she notices there are police detouring cars. Her heart rate begins to pick up. She has to tell herself that it's not you, it couldn't be you. There was no way, you had never been in an accident and you are the best driver she knows. She slows down and makes a slow turn following the detour when she sees it. She sees your car flipped on its side, completely crushed on the driver's side.
She pulls her car over immediately, gets out, and runs to the scene. There is caution tape around the whole area which she completely ignores and runs over to the first ambulance she can see. When she looks inside, she sees a man with a cut on his forehead and arm in a sling. Before she can continue looking, there is a police officer approaching her.
"Ma'am, you can't be over here," he begins to say as he tries to usher you out of the caution-taped area.
"That's my girlfriend's car! I need to find her!" She says as she is in full-blown panic now.
The officer's mannerisms change completely when he hears that the girl in front of him knows who was in the car that was hit.
"Come this way, ma'am," he says in a gentler tone this time.
"No, I need to find (y/n). That is her car, she is here and I need to find her," Caitlin says not seeing the officer's demeanor changing. He grabs her arm and tries to get her to look at him. When she looks at him, he speaks again.
"You should come this way and we can talk," he says slowly, not wanting to spook you. Caitlin goes into a haze. She stops trying to fight the officer and lets him lead her to an easy-up tent that has been set up with lights. He offers her a chair and a bottle of water and sits next to her.
"Would you happen to have contacts for her parents? Someone else we can call to come down and be here with you?" The officer says, still not telling her what happened or where you are.
Caitlin pulls out her phone from her pocket and hands it over to him with your mom's phone number on the screen. Up to this point, no tears had fallen from Caitlin's eyes - if she was feeling anything it was anger. Why wasn't anyone telling her anything? She still had no idea what had happened. The officer passes her phone to another officer and they make the call.
"Can you please tell me what has happened and what's going on? I want to see her, is she okay?" Caitlin begins asking the officer again. She is doing everything in her power to not completely freak out. Her body is numb and she is confused as to where you could be.
"It would be best to wait for her family to be here," the officer begins but is cut off by Caitlin.
"I am her family." She says without hesitation. It was true. Not by blood and not legally, at least not legally yet but between growing up together and the relationship the two of you had been in for the last 6 years, it was only a matter of time before you were married. She had been your family since day one and everyone knew that.
The officer gives her a somber smile and a nod. Giving her a pat on the shoulder as another officer calls him over.
Caitlin sits there and waits, trying to look around at other ambulances to see if she can see you in any of them. If you were hurt, maybe they had already taken you to the hospital and didn't want her to drive in the state she was in.
A few moments pass and Caitlin sees both your parents and hers come running up to the scene. Caitlin stands and immediately hugs her mom. The tears begin to fall the second she is wrapped in safe arms. She still has no idea what is going on but at least now she is not alone.
The officer approaches asking your parents if they are they say they are. He takes them aside and begins explaining what happened. Caitlin breaks away from her mom to look over and see your mom sobbing with your dad trying to hold her as he sheds tears of his own.
"Mom, what happened? They haven't told me anything, I just want to see her," Caitlin says heart beating faster than a race car. Seeing your parents crumble before the officer has her feeling sick. She can't stand still as her foot is tapping and her hands keep playing with either themselves or the bottom of her shirt.
Caitlin's dad nods at her mom as he walks over to your parents and the officer. The officer and her dad both look over to Caitlin and her mom as they turn away. Caitlin sees her dad's shoulder slump and his hand come up to his face. He takes another moment before patting the officer on the shoulder and heading back to where his family is.
He doesn't say anything as he approaches, but rather takes Caitlin in his arms and just holds his daughter.
"Dad," Caitlin begins, hesitant in asking how. The last 45 minutes had felt like an eternity as she had been asking everyone under the sun what had happened. But the way her dad walked over and went to hold her, she no longer wants to know what has happened - she just wants to go back to earlier today when it was you and her against the world on the drive home. She can't seem to find what to ask anymore.
"Baby, I'm so sorry." Is all he says as he holds his baby girl. Something your parents are no longer able to do. Her mom rubs Caitlin's arm.
Caitlin's whole body goes numb, she still doesn't really know what happened but knows enough now to figure out nothing is going to be the same. When it begins to hit her, she feels suffocated by the arms holding her. Her first instinct is to run, to break away from here and run. And that is exactly what she does.
She pushes through her dad's arms and runs. She can hear her parents call for her but she doesn't look back.
She runs for hours finally slowing down when her lungs begin to burn so bad that she is gasping for air. Not that she wanted it - if you weren't with her, what was the point? You had been by her side her whole life and now she was alone. Cait lets out the most primal scream and falls to the ground. She curls up into a ball as the tears begin to fall.
Her mind begins to think of you, to the last moment before you left when you offered to pick up her brother. All she gave you was a little peck - no hug, no I love you. She should have held you and told her she loved you. It is then that it dawns on her, she was the one that was supposed to go. It was Caitlin who was first asked to pick up her brother but she didn't want to leave her dad so you volunteered. It should have been her picking up her brother. Maybe if it was her, things would have turned out differently and you would have still been here. As she is curled up on the side of the street - she feels her body beginning to shut down...
It was the summer before junior year of high school and you and Caitlin were heading home from practice for your club team, Attack. She was driving the two of you back to your house when you mentioned you wanted to stop to get milkshakes. She happily pulled over at your favorite local spot. Once the two of you had gotten your sweet treat, you sat in her car drinking milkshakes and talking about all the possibilities for playing college ball.
"Cait?" You ask as she is finishing her milkshake. She looks up at you. "I love you," you say. Up to this point, the two of you had both told each other you liked each other more than friends and started to explore what that looked like. You would say the two of you had been dating for the past couple of months - keeping it really low-key as you didn't know how the people around you would take it. But there was something about this moment, something about being together and just doing life together that helped you realize she is your everything.
She looks at you slightly shocked.
"You don't need to say it back!" You say, not wanting to pressure her. You just didn't want to go another day without telling her. "I just needed to tell you because, well, I do. I love you, Caitlin Clark."
A goofy little smile makes its way to her face and she pulls you in for a hug. It isn't the most comfortable considering you sitting in a car and have some piece of the center console pushing into your rib cage but you didn't mind.
"I love you," she whispers in your ear as she hugs you.
"Caitlin, sweetie," someone is shaking her arm. "Cait, wake up," they continue to shake her, waking her up.
She looks up, eyes foggy and body in pain. It takes her a few seconds to see it is completely dark and that she is on the side of the road. As she looks around, she realizes she is across the street from your favorite milkshake place. It had closed down a few years back but it was often a place the two of you would go to just sit and talk.
As she sits up, she doesn't remember stopping here. She just remembers running and running until she literally couldn't.
"Caitlin, sweetie," she hears again and looks up. It is your dad who has woken her up, she looks around and it is just him. "We have been looking for you for a while now sweetie."
She just nods. Everything rushed back to her. No one has actually said it to her yet, but she knows. You were gone. Her eyes begin to water again as it is all too much for her to wrap her mind around.
Your dad sits next to her, not ready to make his way back to reality. Sitting there with Cait, has him feeling like you are still here. That you are going to walk up and take them both home and tell them that this was all a dream.
“I don’t know if you remember, but I took you and (y/n) here after your very first basketball practice in elementary school. You both wanted something sweet and I didn’t want to go out of the way on the drive home that I pulled over here in hopes they had something that would satisfy you both. We walked in and they had milkshakes,” he says with a little laugh and sniffle. “(Y/n) had never had a milkshake before but you were so excited and told her it was the best thing in the world. Of course, she believed you, she trusted you with her whole heart and soul and you didn’t disappoint her. That afternoon you two shared a chocolate shake, finished every last drop.”
Caitlin is hugging her legs as tears stream down her face. She doesn’t remember that but it makes it that much more special that this place was your spot.
“Caitlin, has anyone explained what has happened?” He asks hesitantly. He doesn’t want to talk about it but he knows that she deserves to know.
She takes a minute, deciding if she really wants someone to say it. Even though she knows you are gone, for some reason having someone explain what actually happened makes everything that much more real. She finally shakes her head no, not daring to make eye contact. She feels like she would physically fall apart if someone looked into her eyes with any drop of sympathy.
“They said it was fast, that she didn’t feel any pain,” he began, hoping that would provide any ounce of peace to her. “When she was going through the intersection, a drunk driver came and blew through their red light. They impacted the driver's side and she…” he is choked up at this point. It’s not right that a father has to say this about his daughter. “She died upon impact.” He finishes, not sugarcoating it knowing Caitlin also preferred the direct approach.
Caitlin at this point is shaking with pain and anger. Her world has completely flipped due to an idiot making bad decisions. She wants to find the man and bring him all the pain she is feeling but knows that will never bring you back. That’s all she really wants, is you back.
Your dad doesn’t rush Caitlin, he lets her feel everything she needs. If he is honest, he also needs this time. He’s been caring for your mom then went on the hunt with the rest of the family to find Caitlin. He hasn’t had the time to just sit. Not that he really wanted to because that allows the feelings to come in and disrupt peace. How does a dad wrap his mind around losing his baby girl? His only little one.
“I don’t know life without her,” Caitlin speaks for the first time. Her voice is unsteady and broken, desperate. “She’s always been there, I don’t know how to be here without her,” she says as she lets out a cry. She bites her arm to avoid completely losing it. Your dad's hand comes to rub her back and bring her into a hug.
"I know she was your person and you were hers. She will always be a part of you," your dad says trying to calm the broken girl you left behind. "But I also know that she took a part of you and that it is going to take time for you to process and heal."
The two of them sit, not saying much after that. After some time, your dad helps Caitlin into the car, driving her back to her home. On the car ride back, your dad calls Caitlin's dad letting her know that she is with him and they can all head back to their house.
When they arrive, Cait's parents come running out and embrace her in a hug. Her whole body was still numb, her cheeks stained with dried tears. She doesn't have the energy to hug them back, rather just stands there. No thoughts going through her head, she doesn't quite know what to do. How does someone continue living when they are no longer whole?
*One week later*
Caitlin is sitting on her bed, dressed in a simple black dress. Her hair is straightened and her nails are black. They are usually painted white but that just didn’t fit her in the moment. She is mentally preparing to face the crowd of people who are waiting just down the road.
She takes a shaky breath and stands from her bed. She walks up to her dresser and puts on a necklace and bracelet - both were gifts from you. She looks at herself one more time in the mirror. As she is looking at herself, she pictures when the two of you were standing there dressed for a friend’s wedding. It’s almost as if she can see you standing next to her.
She hears a faint knock on her door. She doesn’t respond but the door opens and her mom peaks through.
“Hey baby, are you ready” She asks in a gentle motherly tone. Caitlin just nods. Never in a million years would she picture herself being in this boat.
Cait's dad had already driven over to the church with her brothers. It was going to be Cait and her mom driving there just in case she needed some space to be alone.
As they arrive, there is already a huge crowd of people, all of whom are entering the building. Caitlin's heart rate begins to pick up and she begins to fiddle with the bottom of her dress. Her mom grabs her hand, attempting to calm her. Nothing and no one will ever calm her like you did.
She walks in. There have been countless times Caitlin has imagined walking down this aisle with you but under much different circumstances. Her heart aches at the thought of what could have been.
She takes her seat in the front row between her mom and her dad. As she sits, she makes the mistake of glancing over at your parents. She can tell they are doing everything in their power to keep their composure but she knows they are faking.
The funeral service begins and your dad is the first to go up and speak. Caitlin's mind wanders elsewhere...
It was freshman year of college and the two of you are heading into your Intro to Psych class. The two of you head to the seats you have sat in since day one. In the middle of class, Caitlin feels a weight on her shoulder. When she looks over she sees you - fast sleep on her.
It had been a busy few weeks between double practices and all the homework you two had. Cait knew you had been bending over backwards adjusting and keeping up with all the university required of you.
She leans down and kisses you on the head. You would always say you are an ugly sleeper - granted you had never seen yourself but you could feel it. Caitlin on the other hand would disagree and say you are the cutest when you sleep. She would always say you looked so peaceful, childlike.
Caitlin also knows that you would be pissed if she let you sleep through the lecture. You were the better note-taker and when it would come time to study for the final - Cait wouldn't hear the end of letting you sleep through the review. But on the other hand, your girl knows how little sleep you have been getting, always working on school work or reviewing plays and making sure you were on top of everything.
You let out a little sigh and lean a little further into her - fast asleep. Caitlin lets out a little groan, knowing she would much rather watch you sleep on her than wake you. She slowly begins to move her shoulder, trying to get you to wake up without being startled.
When you don't budge, she leans down and says your name in your ear. You still don't budge.
Finally, she turns a little, trying not to draw attention to the two of you, and moves her arm to squeeze your thigh.
"Babe, you need to wake up," she says, giving your thigh another squeeze.
"Mmmm, don't want to," you mumble and move to take hold of her arm, wrapping your arms around it like it was a pillow.
"Babe, we are still in class." She says with a little laugh - falling a little more in love with you.
This causes you to shoot up, fully alert by her words. You look around and your cheeks redden immediately. Sinking down in your chair - embarrassment filling every ounce of your body.
She hands you your pen back and leans over to kiss your head once again.
"Don't worry babe, you didn't miss much," she says reassuring you.
Caitlin is pulled back to the present - though she much rather stay in the past. The service was ending and there was going to be a time for people to pay their respects to your family. it was being held at your house, Caitlin hasn't been without you - not having the strength to go over to see your parents. Most of the last week was spent in bed, with the exception of when her mom encouraged her to shower.
When she walks into the house, it almost feels foreign. She grew up in this house with you and now it feels unknown. She walks up to your parents. Your mom engulfs her in a hug, mumbling something along the lines of how much she loves her. Cait then steps over to give your dad a hug. The last time she saw him was when he found her on the side of the road. He hugs Caitlin without saying anything until their embrace ends.
"When you are ready, I have something to show you," he says. Caitlin just nods. She isn't ready yet but keeps that in mind.
As Cait makes her way further into the house, her team is standing there. This is the first time seeing anyone outside of your family since that night.
Kate is the first one to come up to Caitlin and pull her into a hug. Kate is crying as she hugs her. When Caitlin is in public settings - she doesn't tend to cry, she does everything in her willpower not to because someone had to stay composed and when you were around, it wasn't you. She hugs Kate back and rubs her back.
All the girls give their condolences and talk about their favorite memories with you. Kate is holding Caitlin's hand, grounding her.
Caitlin stands there, trying to be polite and listen to how much they all loved you and adored you but she was crawling in her skin. None of this still feels right. Somewhere in Caitlin's mind and heart, she is waiting for you to walk through the front door and tell everybody that there is no one to mourn and that she is okay. But that was all just a dream.
Caitlin excuses herself and decides she wants to be alone. She begins walking and before she knows it, she is standing at the door to your room. The door is closed and she doesn't remember this being the destination she was looking for.
Her breath begins to unease itself as her hand comes to the doorknob. She twists it and opens the door, not yet daring to take a step inside. She stands looking around - the all too familiar space feeling empty. A pain builds in her chest as she walks through and makes her way to your dresser.
She looks at all that it holds. Little trinkets that the two of you saw value in, old jewelry, and many pictures of the two of you. Photos of you growing up and in high school. Her fingers run along your face on all of them - tears finally making an appearance on her own.
She then makes her way to your closet - bringing an old high school basketball sweatshirt into her chest. She inhales the scent of it, dampening it with her tears. She puts it on and hugs her arms around her body. She makes her way over to your bed and runs her hands over it, remembering all the times she had spent the night here with you. She lays down and curls up into a ball.
Looking over, she sees an old teddy bear that the two of you had made at Build-a-Bear for one of your anniversaries. She takes hold of the bear and snuggles into it - finally allowing her sobs to release.
Every time she begins to feel better, she gets hit by another truck. This one being the second biggest only to the night it all happened.
After some time, she finally begins to settle down. She sees your dad pass by. Caitlin gets up and runs to the doorway, calling for him.
"Caitlin," he begins, as he slightly peers into your room. "We haven't been in (Y/n's) room since it happened, we haven't had the strength to..." He continues.
"You said you had something you wanted to show me?" She asks, not really sure if she is ready but wants to know.
"Oh yes, wait here, let me grab it," he says and goes to get something from your parent's room. He comes back holding something in his hand.
He passes it to Caitlin. It is a small velvet box. Caitlin's hands begin to shake.
"When you are ready, you can open it. It doesn't have to be now, but I know it belongs to you." He says as there is some confusion written on Caitlin's face. He explains. "This was my mother's, she passed it down to Y/n when she mentioned the two of you started dating. We have been holding onto it but like I said, it's yours." He chokes out the last part and excuses himself.
Caitlin goes to sit on your bed and just stares at the box in her hands.
She slowly opens the box to see the most beautiful diamond ring sitting in it. Tears begin to fall again as she removes it from the box and places it on her finger.
It's your grandmother's wedding ring. Your grandmother had given you her wedding ring for when you were ready to ask Caitlin to marry you. Caitlin looks at the ring on her finger and clutches her hand to her chest - you were going to ask her to be your wife.
As Cait was going to close the box, a little piece of paper caught her eye. She pulls it out and opens the folded piece. She whispers the words on the page.
"Dear Y/n, It is clear to me how much you love Caitlin. I could see it before the two of you started dating, it was only a matter of time. She is your person like your grandfather was to me. I am giving you this ring for when the time is right and you are ready to build a life with her. May you love each other more and more each day, as your grandfather and I did. I love you, sweet girl. - Grams"
Caitlin struggled through the letter but was glad she did. She realized you had been holding on to this ring for the past 5 years.
*Two months later*
Caitlin was back at school and back at practice with the girls. Each girl on the team took turns watching over Caitlin. It was never said but she knew, at no point was she ever alone except to sleep.
Tonight was her first game back and it has been a love-hate relationship getting back on the court. Basketball has always been her love but it was off-putting being on the court without you. The two of you had played together for so long, neither of you had to think when it came to making things happen. Coming back to practice it was like learning a whole new sport.
As the team was in the locker room before the game - they were getting a talk from Coach Bluder before taking the court for the first game of March Madness.
"We are going to go out there and give our everything. There is nothing we are not ready for - each and every one of you has put in the blood, sweat, and tears and we are going to show the world that this is our time." She says getting the team fired up. Her final words bring silence among the group. "As we go out there, we are going out there incomplete. We are missing someone who has changed this team for the better and when we step foot onto that court, we are walking out there in her honor. Y/n will always be a part of this team and as she carried this team as captain before - she still does today."
Caitlin fiddles with the ring that would have wed the two of you and safety pins it to the left side of her sports bra. There was no way she was walking out there without you with her.
The team lines up in silence - ready to go out and honor you. And that is exactly what they did.
Iowa went 91-65, absolutely crushing the first round of March Madness. Your team fought its way back to the Final Four and Caitlin dedicated every game to you.
The night of the Final Four was a battle - UConn put up an amazing fight, but the Hawkeyes came out on top. After the game - it was decided that Caitlin would step into the post-game press conference. Her first one since your passing.
As she sits down, the crowd takes a second to settle, surprised seeing her out there considering she hadn't been in any of the previous ones despite being an all-star in each of them.
The press starts asking questions about the game and how the team was able to pull the win off. Everything was going smoothly until one reporter asked about you.
"Caitlin, there was a loss on your team right earlier in the season - how has that affected the team dynamic?" The reporter asks.
She was expecting someone to ask but even anticipating the question, it took her some time to gather her thoughts. Just as she was about to speak - Kate stepped up and responded for her. Caitlin was extremely thankful and when Kate was done she finally found the words she wanted to say.
"No one on this team has felt the loss of Y/n more than I have. She was my #1 on and off the court," she says beginning to get choked up. "Her absence is felt deeper than anyone can imagine and this team will never be the same without her."
'I will never be the same without her' is what Caitlin wanted to say but couldn't between the tears that began to fall. Kate passed her a towel, which she gladly accepted. She tried so hard to keep it together but it was all still so fresh.
That night, Kate and some of the other girls spent the night at Caitlin's so she wouldn't have to be alone. It had only been a few months but Caitlin was afraid she would never truly heal from you.
*One year later*
Caitlin was living out the dream the two of you talked about so often. She was in the WNBA and was playing for the Indiana Fever. She had an incredible rookie year and was currently at an awards night where she was going to receive the Rookie of the Year award.
The night was going well and it was time for the award presentation. When they announce Caitlin as rookie of the year, she ascends the stage and accepts the award, giving the commissioner a hug before taking her place to make her speech.
"First off, I want to say a huge thank you to my team - if it wasn't for them taking me in like they did, I wouldn't be standing here today. I want to thank my Iowa team who grew me and shaped me. Thank you to my parents and brothers for always pushing me and believing in me and my ability." She looks down at the award and at her hand that wears her ring. "The last thank you I want to give is to Y/n, my wife." She says it knowing the weight it holds but it comes out so naturally.
"I owe my everything to her. She was my supporter from day one and every day after that she wouldn't settle for anything less than my best. Even when I would say I was giving her my all - she would push me past that, strengthening me and showing me who I truly had the potential to become. I stand before you all today because of her love of this sport, and her love of me." Caitlin makes the slightest adjustment to look up, to anyone in the audience it looks like she is looking up at the balcony but all those who knew you, know that she is looking up to you. "Baby, we did it," she says as a single tear rolls down her cheek. "We are living out our dream."
AN: DON'T ASK ME TO APOLOGIZE BECAUSE I WON'T. Please let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍
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"YOURE PREGNANT!!"
Buggy shouted in total joy, Jumping around the room as his body looked almost like an accordion at his odd movements- you sitting there in total shock.
You'd expected that the twins would be your first and last, not that you would accidently get pregnant again especially by the same idiot who had done it by accident the first time.
Your hands went over your face as the reality of 9 months of this set in- For Fuck sakes... You could t help but giggle and hug Buggy there in the doctors office, Both happy and in total shock by this all.
After this things moved all too quickly it seemed. Of course you two told the boys who had been both excited and apprehensive- Like most kids worried the new baby would replace them or take the father they just gained from them, which had to be explained wasn't the case and you and Buggy created a gameplan to help the biys adjust. Then came the crew, who decided to have a 3 day celebration and get absolutely shit faced- Buggy included.
Why you were indeed happy, incredibly happy infant you knew what was about to come. HORRIBLE PREGNANCY SYMPTOMS! WONDERFUL-
Your first trimester was filled with morning sickness, Poor Buggy being as kind as possible as he helped clean you up and find foods that wouldn't make you puke your guts out. The twins even doing their part to find nice teas and things that smelled nice for you to also not throw up.
During this time Buggy bought so much stuff- Most likely boosting the economy of the village single handedly as he had the nursery built in the cabin and on the ship, You and the boys having a fun few weeks decorating both areas.
By your second trimester the hormones kicked in horribly, that and cramps. However that's when something magical happened as well-
Buggy and you were laying on the bed, both of you quite exhausted. Buggy was tired from dealing with the twins all day while you were tired from the baby and fatigue that was hitting you like a fleet. Since the start of your second trimester when your baby bump had become far more noticable Buggy always has his hand somewhere on your stomach rubbing the growing bump.
"I need to find a better way of tiring them out..." Buggy grumbled, You nodding in agreement leaned against the man and truthfully you both without single damns. Buggy in some pink boxers while you leaned against his naked chest in a large shirt rolled up over your stomach and underwear.
"They are still worried- Maybe take them out sailing or something? I'm sure they would enjoy tha- Oof!" You yelp as a sudden jolt hit you, clearly aimed right under Buggys palm which make both of you jump in surprise.
"What the hell was that?" He questioned as he pulled his palm away from you quickly and looked at your stomach. You shifting and rubbing the exposed skin smiling at him.
"They kicked, ive been feeling 'em move but not kick yet. Here I'm sure they will give you another little kick" You say calmly. Buggy sitting infront of you quickly and placing his palms back on your skin, You shifting his palms to the perfect spot before another jolt ran through you and Buggy giggled like a child at this.
"Thats so weird feeling!"
His eyes sparkled at this as he sat infront of you rubbing your stomach and feeling his child move under his palm and occasionally kick. It was a truly precious moment for the both of you.
As for the final trimester... Pregnancy was never too kind to anyone- Especially you. It wasn't with the twins and it sure wasn't now-
Leaned against the counter you glared hard at Buggy- 60 damn days you're ass! Try 8 fucking months trapped in this God forsaken cabin with your mentally unstable partner, two 12 year old boys and your bladder being utterly destroyed by little feet.
Oh and of course- THE GOD DAMN CREW THAY DECIDED THAT THEY WANTED TO STAY WITH THEIR FEARLESS CAPTIAN TILL THE 'VACATION' WAS OVER!
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Buggy questioned feeling the heat of your glare on his skin.
"I-..." You wanted to start Biting his head off but truthfully he had done nothing, you figured you were just emotional to the max at this point and the cramping didn't help.
"...I'm in pain-" You admit with a sigh, Buggy setting down his drink and walking to you calmly as he looked you over like he could spot your pain.
"Your stomach looks different" He said calmly, You shooting him a warning look.
"No shit it looks-" Buggy shook his head to stop you, "No its lower I mean, I think it's best we call the doctor" He said calmly, A shot of embrassment going through you at this point. Buggy truly had been giving it his all and learned from the doctor. With a chick trip from the Doctor and Midwife they confirmed you were in labor and got you set up to give birth in the cabin, The twins being taken to the Big Top with Cabaji while they waited for their siblings arrival.
"How are you feeling?" Buggy asked, Gently rubbing your back as you smiled.
"Not to bad actually- I'm glad you're here with me.." You say softly as another contraction shot through you.
At first it was fine- You'd been through this before. So it should be shorter and less painful this time around- Yeah No. You went from fine to screaming in pain very very quickly. Buggy sitting next to you trying to comfort you and get you through it- However the last thing you wanted was him there..
Which landed Buggy outside the house awkwardly, his crew also seated on different patches of grass as they flinched at every cry and scream that echoed out from the house and into the silent garden outside. You had kicked out Buggy 20 minutes ago, clearly just in too much pain to handle him at the moment and the doctor recommending him to try to return in 30 minutes. Which he did.
Truthfully he handled it like a champ once back in, holding your hand despite feeling like you were crushing it into dust and wiping the sweat and tears from your eyes. After a seven exhausting painful hours a shrill cry cut through the air as you slacked onto the bed. The doctor happily placing a little girl on your chest, now tears of joy running down your cheeks.
The doctors starting to clean her up as you admired her, looking to Buggy who was also crying.
You held the little girl in your arms, seeing her pink little face she had your facial features and (Y/H/C) hair like you but a bright rounded cherry nose/cheeks and ocean blue eyes. She was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You saw Buggy stare in only awe as he felt tears hit his cheeks and he smiled.
"Shes.. shes.."
Your hand reached forward, Buggy thinking it was to caress his cheek or something gentle but instead you grabbed his neck in a iron grip- He squeaking in surprise as you pull him close.
"Buggy- This is the last... do you understand? Cause if the words 'I want another child' come from your lips ever again I am going to cut your dick off and throw it into the deepest part of the ocean. Do. You. Understand. Me" You said in the softest and kindest voice Buggy had ever heard, fear going through his system as he could tell you were dead serious.. maybe it was the lack of oxygen going to his brain or still the euphoria of the moment but he swore he saw literal hell flame in yours eyes.
"Clear- Crystal Clear" He wheezed, you releasing him so he could scoop up his daughter. He genuinely looked giddy at this point as he cuddled her close to his chest, you saw the anxiety just below the surface of his face as he stared at his daughter more her nose-
"Shes beautiful" You say softly staring at her from Buggy's arms.
"I won't let her go through what I did- I want her to feel special and perfect" He admitted, your eyes softening at his vulnerability as he kissed his daughters cheek.
"Im sure they will kn- Oof!- Fuck" You hissed in pain and flinched. The doctor peaked under the blanket quickly and called over the midwife who did a quick check. You wincing in pain as Buggy stared at you panicking and holding the now fussing newborn.
"(Y/N)?!" He said softly as another groan of pain left you. The midwife and doctor conversing quickly before beginning to prepare once again.
"It seems you're still in labor- Looks like another baby" He said proudly, Your eyes widening as you look at Buggy like you were prepared to kill him. The clowns face as white as snow making his face paint look dark at the realization of 2 sets of twins kicked in.
"Holy shit-"
"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!" You yelled as Buggy kept his daughter and rushed out quickly to show off his daughter and avoid your wrath of damning you to another set of twins.
Eventually he would return with your guys daughter and sat through another broken hand created by your labor. That night another little girl was brought in this world, the little girls being 8 hours apart and identical to her sister.
It was later decided after you had properly been cleaned up and not ready to murder Buggy their names. Buggy coming up with the names Ali and Ari respectively for his daughters.
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Positive
Carlos Sainz x Fem!reader
Summary: You take a pregnancy test after your period is late. How will your boyfriend take it?
wc: 822
Warning: Pregnancy
You were sitting down against the cold tile wall of the bathroom. Your mind was racing with so many thoughts about what was going to happen.
You had been late to your period by two weeks now, You hadn't even noticed it at the beginning, just thinking that it will come the following day. But then your friend, Alexandra, pointed out that you could be pregnant and your mind went blank. She had seen your state and left you to calm down while she picked up some pregnancy tests for you at the pharmacy.
"It is going to be okay either way right?" you ask unsure, placing the rings around your fingers. You had plucked on the skin next to your nails and Alex had to take you hand in hers. Otherwise your fingers would start bleeding. The topic of children hadn't come up a lot in conversation with your boyfriend and you didn't know how he was going to react. He had said he wanted them in the future, but is that now. Is this the future. He is in the highest place of his career, he doesn't have time for a child.
Three minutes felt like a century. Since you had taken the test, you and Alex were sitting on the couch. She tried to calm you down a little, resuring you that everything would be fine.
You were taken out of your trance by the timer going off, signaling that those three minutes were over. "Can you please check." Your heart was racing in your chest. Alex nods and walks towards the table where the two sticks were laying. Her back was turned towards you so you didn't see the smile that had formed on her face.
"Congratulations, you are going to be a mother." She clapped her hands as you hugs you for support. Your mind stopped at those words. Tears had formed in your eyes and for the first time that evening you finally knew how you felt about it. You were happy.
"Omg, I am going to be a mother. I am pregnant." You cried happy tears as did a little jump into the air. "How am I going to tell Carlos?"
He is at a Ferrari meeting, together with Charles. That was the reason you and Alex had decided on meeting up. The original plans had been forgotten the moment she had pointed out, what was the truth. He would be home late today and probably tired. Maybe tomorrow is a better option. But you couldn't lay next to him knowing this and not telling.
"Just say it when the time is right. You don't have to do it right away, but also don't keep it hidden too long. You will know when the best time is to tell. I am sure Carlos would be jumping with joy.
-> Time skip
Carlos and Charles had finished their meeting and were right now sitting on the couch talking about it. The minute Carlos had stepped inside you were acting differently and he noticed it. He wanted to ask, but not with the rest around you.
You helped give Alex all her stuff to put it in her bag. "Everything will be fine." Alexandra whispered in her ear and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Charles looks at his girlfriend confused, but she just shrugs her shoulders as she grabs his hand. He needed to wait for this news. It was not hers to tell him. "Thank you for having me. I will call you."
Carlos and Charles did their Bro hug before the other couple walked out of your hotel room. When the door closed Carlos placed his hands on your hips. "Are you okay, Hermosa?" You put your head into his chest and he placed a kiss on your forehead.
"Are you breaking up with me?" Carlos sounded a bit scared. Your eyes widened at his words and you fast resured him. "No, no. absolutely not. Why would you think that?"
"Thank god."He went with his hand through his hair. "You just have been so closed in since I walked through that door. I was scared." He took your hands into his. "Then what is it that you want to tell me?" Your eyes locked and he saw that yours were a little bit filled with tears.
"I am pregnant. You are going to be a dad." You showed the positive test to him. A big smile appeared on his face when he saw it. He took your chin and kissed you on your lips. "You are pregnant. I am going to be a dad." He looked like the happiest person on earth when he heard those words and the angst in your heart disappeared.
"I love you, mi Vida." He placed another kiss on your lips. He went down on his knees to give a kiss to your belly. "Hello, Carino. I can't waite to meet you."
#f1#formule1#formula 1#carlos sainz 55#carlos sainz#carlos x reader#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x female reader#carlos sainz x oc#charles leclerc#alexandra mleux
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Money, Money, Money- 141 X Reader X F1
Based on a request:
Idk if i can put in two requests but please. PLEASE I fucking love f1 Give more cod x f1 I dont care who and what and where, i just need more fics like that Thx for everything bestie(Feel free to ignore) --- GN!Reader, 141 x reader x f1
So I must leave, I'll have to go To Las Vegas or Monaco And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same
The fame, the women/men that wanted you to date them, and the adrenaline, are all worth it and all possible if you drive in Formula 1. Twenty of the best drivers in the world, all in ten separate teams, every other weekend for 23 times a year you race around the globe to become the desired World Champion of that season. There was something that was missing, your friends, the military men you met years ago when one got lost and they ended up finding you.
"R/N!" Soap called, running to you for yet another exciting weekend. They were home from a mission and all seemed to be in a good mood. Ghost and Gaz even made sure to bring their caps to support your team. Soap played the role of the boyfriend so other women/men would not bother you. Price made it look like he was your father figure and Gaz and Ghost were always suspected to be your siblings or best friends. Of course, Ghose became loved by your fans, a man who wore a cap and a black surgical mask had become attractive to them. He never cared for it, would sometimes give the camera the bird and soon they learned to never show him again.
The four men had become your luck charm, the drawings of a bar of soap, cap, skull and a bonnie all on your helmet for every race. In a way, they became the second family whilst on the road. It was nice, you got to keep real friends close and have fun and good memories with them.
Soap for some reason played the role of your partner far too well. Suspicions amongst drivers and the media grew as the time went by. Truthfully, if he was your partner, he'd be as supportive as he is now. Maybe even more. Some of the other drivers need police escort whilst all you need is your best mates. Race after race, they would either hear your answerphone or you'd be on screen pointing at your helmet, your four drawn luck charms on it.
This race was one you were looking forward to, the Brazilian GP. All honouring the late Ayrton Senna, the favourite driver in Brazil, Hamilton and rooting for your two current rivals, Verstappen and Sainz. By Tuesday, you met up with Price, he was alone, which was weird. Soap was usually the first hug of the day. "So, where are the rest?" you kindly ask.
"Getting some rest, they had a rough flight." a lie he told that you believed. In truth, they had used this visit for a mission, most people would be focused on the race and that meant they had time to execute some mission. You believed him because the only lie he had told years ago was that they were just pub mates on a weekend out, never that they were trained soldiers who happened to be in the elite military force that is known as SAS. Brutal, strong and agile, that is who they are, not pub mates.
As the day went on, Price disappeared from sight. Instead of the usual welcome lunch they'd have with you, you walked around the paddock, wandering like a child.
Hours went on, but no text or call. Just a greeting from the answerphone, "It's me, just leave a message." But that's the problem, you never left a message, They knew how nervous this race was for you, Soap would always answer but why not now? You needed his usual comments, the banter Ghost gave and the shoulder pats Gaz gave you.
Somewhere in the country, the men executed their mission with absolute perfection. Few bruises and scratches, nothing new except this time they lied to you, if it wasn't for their mission to be in Brazil and your race to be happening at the same time, they would have not shown up. They'd be elsewhere, fighting for a good reason but not visiting you at the track. Gaz felt awful, having to lie to his best friend about what he was doing, even after them confining in you about what they do for a living, they still wouldn't and don't expect you to actually understand their reasoning for not telling you about this mission.
There you were, on the big screen as you answered questions over the best qualifying session you've had all season. They sneak in, trying to pretend like they didn't just kill the enemy and its soldiers.
"A perfect qualifying, what do you say to that R/N?" the interviewer said. You sigh in contentment, "Yeah, well it is amazing to have had such amazing times at each lap, I'm sure the team and I will want to keep these numbers and maybe go faster for tomorrow's race." You say and most of the crowd cheers in agreement. Soap should know but this time around he is lost, how great was your time? Did you go for pole position or are you just in the top three? Gaz definitely feels like a bad friend, not there to actually watch you like he always did.
After each qualifying, you'd greet them, run up to them and hug them but because you thought they weren't there, you just went towards the team and hugged them. From a distance, the men saw you celebrate as if they never existed in your life. It was them who you were supposed to hug, them who you should run up to. Soap was supposed to pat your helmet and you'd complain about it later.
Usually after the hug, you'd greet fans then the usual interviews or meetings with the team would take place. It wasn't until after 8 at night that they saw you again. They learned that you broke a new record for the team. Your speed was impeccable, and they weren't even there to witness such a memorable moment for you.
A/N: I think I went off my original idea to this...sorry
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In Need of Love
Pairing: Kane x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Use of n-word. PIV, oral (fem receiving) cursing, hella dirty talk, Daddy kink, teasing, all consensual. Established relationship. Reader is pregnant. Mentions of abortion and non-inclusive language. No spoilers for the show.
Summary: A wonderful ask from @luvvforanimatedmen. What would happen if you confessed you were pregnant to Kane?
Word Count: 3,382k
A/N: So sorry this took forever, love! My brain don't be braining sometimes! Thanks for the ask and the support. Whew. Something about that man just gets me going. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs.
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You were not the type to pace, but here you were pacing the living room. Kane said he would be home soon and he rarely broke a promise. If he did, he always fixed it with his dick anyway. If only that man knew…
He thought he could solve all of your problems with a roll in the sheets. Truthfully, you started shit on purpose just for him to give you that look. That warning look. The look that told you that you had gone too far now and he would have to set you right.
You shivered as you paced. This was exactly how ya’ll ended up in this situation. You couldn’t bring yourself to blame him entirely. With everything going on, you didn’t think to pay attention to your period. The stress of the last few weeks had taken its toll on the both of you.
You barely had chances to take some of that stress off of Kane. Quick rub and tucks, eating you out here, bustin’ one inside you there. When you confirmed earlier this morning with a test, you weren’t sure how to feel.
You stared at that damn test for possibly hours, as you worked through a gamut of emotions. Were you happy? Maybe? The good Lord knew that you and Kane didn’t have the best childhoods. Which Black people did these days?
With everything going on involving the business, this wasn’t the best time to bring a child into this world. But the thought of getting rid of it without even telling Kane…you somehow couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Kane was always making decisions without you, but you knew he wouldn’t forgive you if you took this one out of his hands.
You pictured having a son that looked just like his ass. And would probably get in just as much trouble. You feared for the type of world he’d be living in. If he would even see his twenty-first birthday. Hell, if Kane would live to see it too.
Where the fuck was he?
Kane’s slow steps approached the door. The turn of the lock finally halted your steps, turning to face the front door.
“Hey, little mama,” he said.
If only he knew… Nerves bubbled in your stomach. A stomach now carrying a little boy or girl. Or was it too soon to think that?
As Kane closed the door behind him, saying goodbye to his boys, your hands came around to hug your middle. There were too many mixed emotions about this and you were freaking the fuck out!
Kane shuffled over to you and gave you a funny look. “What you standing in the middle of the floor for? Miss me that much?” He asked. He smirked and kissed your cheek.
“I have something to tell you,” you said. You were too nervous to reach for more kisses like you usually did when he came home and you weren’t pissed about something. You swore. Kane was the only one who both raised your blood pressure and calmed it down.
“Got anything to do with you leaving the house without someone to look after you?” He asked.
“Who fuckin’ snitched?” You were gonna tear they little asses up. You couldn’t do shit without someone reporting it back to Kane. Like you were the fuckin’ child around here.
Kane only smiled. He kissed your forehead and grabbed your hand, pulling you to come sit with him on the recliner. He liked making you sit on his lap, but you needed to see his face. Needed to gauge his reaction to the news. Were you hoping that he’d be happy? Sad? Pissed? If he were pissed, you’d kick his ass. It takes two to make a fuckin’ baby.
“You know that they work for me, right?” He asked.
You pulled yourself away from him. It was too tempting to sit on his lap and soak up some of his strength. Too tempting to get lost in the feel of his body.
“I can leave my house if I want to, Kane. Alone,” you said.
He fluffled out the black sweatshirt he wore. His legs were spread wide and you forcefully dragged your eyes away from his crotch. Again, this was how you ended up in this situation.
“We already talked about that. There’s too much going on without me havin’ to worry about you being safe,” Kane said.
“I’ll be fine,” you said, dismissing him. You were a homebody on your best day. You left the house to go to work, maybe some partying with friends, but you were always right back in bed. People hardly knew Kane had a lady and that’s how he liked to keep it.
“Baby–”
You waved your hand. “Kane, stop,” you said.
“Come on, how would I feel if I let something happen to you?”
“Shut up, Kane. Listen–”
“The fuck is wrong now? What’s with the attitude?” Kane asked. He leaned back in his seat and tilted his head. He opened his mouth to continue off on some tangent about keeping you safe, no doubt.
“I’m tryin’ to tell yo’ stupid ass that I’m pregnant!” You stomped your foot. Shit. This wasn’t how you pictured telling him. Nothing was ever easy with this nigga. He was the definition of an immovable force. He moved when he wanted to move. He spoke when he wanted to speak. And once he had an idea in his head…
You rubbed your forehead. An ache pulsed behind your right eye. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at his face now. You hadn’t intended to drop the bomb quite like that. Anyone would be shocked, angry, surprised–
Kane’s lips crashed into yours. You made an oomph sound as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer. He was biting and nibbling on your bottom lip until you opened up for him. His tongue delved inside. Kissing you passionately, desperately.
His hands traveled from your waist to your face. His rough fingers dragged along your skin, bare from your tank top, and your sweatpants. His massive hands squeezed your cheeks as he kissed you roughly.
“Kane!” You somehow whispered between you.
He opened his eyes and the love pouring out of him was a tangible thing. It wrapped around you like the softest, warmest blanket on the coldest night. “I’m gon’ be a daddy?”
You bit your lip. Your face was still cradled in his hands. There was only a few inches of space between you. You nodded and his grin was infectious.
“You makin’ me a daddy?” He leaned back to look at your tummy. As if he could already see life growing there. It was no bigger than a peanut at this time, but from the look on his face, you were already the size of a mack truck.
Kane slowly got to his knees. “Kane…”
He lifted your tank top and kissed your belly. Tears sprung to your eyes. You looked away from the tender look on his face. ‘Soft’ was never uttered in the same sentence as Kane. And yet, that’s how he looked. Completely smitten with the idea of his baby.
“I can’t wait to meet you,” he said.
“God…” Now you were really crying. Tears sprung from your eyes, the little traitorous bastards. You were expecting a lot of things. You had plenty of time today to think about his reactions. Happy was in there sure, but you never imagined this.
“Don’t cry, little mama,” Kane whispered. He got back to his feet slowly. He brought your hands to his lips and kissed each of your knuckles. He pulled you closer, kissing both of your cheeks. He kissed both of your eyelids. “Mother to my child.”
When he said it, it sounded magical. Whimsical. It sounded like you were an ordinary couple somewhere, where race didn’t matter, and you could be excited about raising a child together. No strings attached.
“So…you’re not mad?” You asked slowly. It was right before your eyes, but you had a hard time trusting it. Believing it. You needed more confirmation.
“Mad? This is the best news you could have ever given me.” His raspy voice was the balm you needed on your nerves. You melted against him, wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you back, holding on for dear life, and rocked you back and forth.
He leaned back so he could kiss you again. His soft lips ignited something beneath your skin. His hands roamed your body once more as if he couldn’t decide where he wanted to grab you.
Finally, his big hand came to rest on your belly. “My baby’s in there?” He asked. His quiet question was in danger of making you melt.
“Yup,” you said with a nod. “Your child is in there.” You’d been feeling gross and heavy the past few weeks. You chalked it up to stress. The nausea was just something bad you ate.
When you thought about it, you couldn’t remember your last period. You tried counting and then it dawned on you. Stupid. You went to the store without one of his little worker niggas following you around like a lost puppy. Some things women needed to do on their own.
Kane grinned but then it turned sinister right before your eyes. “What you lookin’ at me like that for?”
“Come on,” he said. He grabbed your hand and pulled you deeper into the house. He marched towards your bedroom, forcing you to keep up with his long ass strides.
“Kane!” A laugh escaped you. It was hard keeping up with Kane sometimes. He was so damn unpredictable. To everyone else, he was some stone cold OG who still believed in rules and respect. He didn’t tolerate bullshit. Didn’t have time for it. With you, he was still an asshole, but at least he was a considerate one.
“I want some twins,” he said. He stopped and pulled off his sweatshirt and t-shirt in one go. Your tank went next.
You laughed at his enthusiasm. “Um, I’m pretty sure you know that’s not how it works,” you said.
His eyes were fixated on your chest. He palmed your breasts, lifting them up, and testing their weight. His thumbs brushed over your nipples. You hissed. “Careful, they a little sensitive today,” you said.
“Yeah?” He licked his lips and watched you as his lips wrapped around your left nipple. Your back bowed as you moaned. The shits were sensitive as hell. His tongue flitted over your nipple. It somehow felt good? Like he was soothing the ache with his tongue. Damn him. Everything he did felt good.
His fingers deftly worked on your sweatpants, releasing the tie, and shoving your pants down to your ankles. He walked you backwards, tripping over the fabric. “Kane!” You laughed and slapped at his shoulders.
“You right. You carrying precious cargo now,” he said around your nipple.
“Corny ass,” you said.
He chuckled as he bent down a bit to help disentangle your legs from your sweats. When you were completely naked, he pushed you down onto the bed. You groaned. You just washed these sheets.
“I’ll wash it,” he said when you told him.
“Yeah, aiight,” you said.
He grinned because he knew damn well that you were the one who was going to wash the sheets. You wouldn’t trust that mu’fucka at the laundromat to save his life. If he could point to where the soap went, your name was Susie.
Kane stood over you. He rubbed your thighs, your knees, your calves, until spreading you open. Of course you were already wet for him. He looked at your glistening folds with a renewed hunger.
“My baby,” he whispered. He climbed onto the bed and made you scoot up. Then, he settled in between your legs and licked your pussy.
“Kane!” You screamed.
“Tasting so damn good. Who said you could?” He asked. He trapped your legs in the crook of his arms and spread you wider.
Fuck, your pussy ached while he returned to eating you out. He swirled his tongue lazily around your clit. Fresh arousal gushed out of you. Kane hummed in satisfaction, bringing his fingers to your entrance and dipping a finger inside.
You bit your lip and moaned. A second finger entered you and you shivered. All the while, his tongue did devilish things to your pussy. With every swipe, he was pulling the orgasm out of you. The pace of his fingers increased. “Shit, shit, shit,” you moaned.
“Go on and give it up, little mama,” he said.
Almost on command, your orgasm rocked you to the core. It was as if you had been tossed in the middle of the ocean during a storm. You didn’t know which way was up or down. You could only let it roll over you and pray for the best. Kane bit the inside of your thigh.
“I can’t wait today,” he said. He climbed up your body, leaving wet kisses all over your skin. He left a trail of your arousal until he was lined up with you. He hadn’t even taken off his shorts yet.
He merely pushed them down far enough to free himself. No teasing. No preamble. He just dragged the tip of his dick along your slit, coating himself. Then he shoved inside on one hard push.
“Fuck!” You managed to breathe around the size of him. All these years together, you were still amazed by his size. That all the sex you had didn’t completely mold you around him by now.
Kane dropped his weight on you, sliding his rock hard body against your soft one. He dropped to his elbows to support his weight. He looked into your eyes while he began to rock himself. Sliding in and out on a gentle glide.
You gasped for air as you felt every solid inch of his dick. Every vein rubbed against your fluttering walls. The head of his dick searched inside of you and you hoped it never found whatever it sought. You didn’t want this moment to end.
Kane kissed your neck as he moved his hands to capture yours. Your fingers intertwined as he held you close.
“You havin’ my baby,” he said. The grin returned. You stared into his beautiful brown eyes. Once more, tears sprang to your eyes. You hoped that this wasn’t going to be a side effect of having a kid. You were not a person who cried at the drop of a hat.
You stared at each other. Interspersed with kisses against your neck and cheek, Kane’s lips lingered on yours.
“You’re going to be so beautiful carryin’ my child,” he said.
You laughed. “You always call me beautiful.” You matched his soft tone. There was nothing but the two of you there. Encased in your own bubble, as close as two people could possibly be. He couldn’t get any closer, but he was for sure trying it as he seemed to go deeper with every stroke.
“I mean that shit. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Sometimes I gotta catch myself from cheesin’ all day,” he said.
You grinned and kissed him. You just loved the way his lips fit against yours. The way he slid easily within you. Literally made for each other. Forever. “I love you,” you said.
“I love you,” Kane said.
“Shit,” you moaned as an orgasm snuck up on you. It rose like a lone wave on a sandy shore, washing over you and taking you with it. The pleasure was insane. Unnameable. Still, Kane kept fucking you. Moving by some unseen force to stay buried inside of you.
He dropped his head and groaned. Your pussy filled with his warm cum, mixing with your arousal and creating a giant mess beneath you.
He kept moving. As if he wasn’t the one in control anymore. As if neither one of you were. You rose to meet his thrusts. You shared a moan as he seemed to sink deeper, hitting your G-spot and causing you to moan louder.
“Music to my fuckin’ ears,” he whispered in your ear.
He targeted that spot, hitting it over and over. “Can’t wait to see you swollen with my baby. So fuckin’ gorgeous. I don’t know how I’ma keep my hands off of ya,” he said.
Your thighs burned from shaking so badly. The spot he hit was buried so deep inside of you, you half wondered if he truly was trying to give you twins.
“Mhm, glowing and shit with yo pretty ass,” he whispered in your ear.
Your head flopped to the side. This was too much. Entirely too much. Another orgasm arose, stealing the remainder of your breath. Your eyes turned watery toward the ceiling. You shook as Kane talked you through it.
“That’s it. Felt every bit of that one. Doin’ so good for me.” The rasp of his voice was like a vice grip around your heart.
He leaned up, still pumping inside of you. He let go of one of your hands to wrap it around your throat and push your head up. Your hand gripped his wrist.
“This gon’ be one of the last times I get to do this,” he said.
“Nuh-uh,” you moaned, shaking your head. “You can choke me, Daddy.”
You hissed as he slipped and shoved in deeper with a hard thrust. ‘Daddy’ took on an entirely new meaning now. He was going to be a daddy. A daddy to a life you created together in love.
“Careful, girl. I almost nutted again,” he reprimanded you.
You laughed. “That’s what I want…Daddy,” you moaned.
Kane lifted an eyebrow at you. He still had your head tilted back so that was really all you saw before his thrusts sped up. You squeezed his other hand as he fucked into you harder and harder.
The bed squeaked and groaned under your combined weight. Your pussy squelched as he unloaded inside of you. Like the thickest mac n’ cheese noises on Thanksgiving. He groaned as he came.
A man possessed, he continued to pound your pussy. “One more, baby. One more,” he moaned as he continued to fuck you.
“I c-c-can’t…” You whined. His hand moved down to roughly grab your titty and suckle it into his mouth. Your hand flew to his head, trying to push him off. Couldn’t he see that he was breaking you in half?
The mix of sweet and sinful was too much for you to bear. Too much to contain in your body. It needed to be let out, away from you, no more. But your jaw was wired shut as you only continued to moan and rub his head.
Your hand gripped the back of his neck as you came one more time, shaking with the effort. It was like you were being ripped apart from the inside out. That some great beast had split you open, scooped you out, and tossed the rest. You screamed with pleasure too big for you. Too much.
You screamed for anyone to hear you. For his boys outside, the neighborhood, and the next one over. Kane rested his sweaty head against your chest as you twitched on the way down. He slipped out of you and you groaned from the loss of him. Cum slipped out after him. Well, it wasn’t like you could get pregnant twice.
He snuggled up next to you, dropping a leg over yours. He tucked you into his side, panting through kisses to your temple, cheek, lips.
“My baby,” he said. You supposed that took on new meaning as well.
You were both a sweaty and gross mess and you loved it. You snuggled into him and played with his stubble.
“You gon’ be a daddy,” you said. You marveled at it. You allowed yourself to be happy about it. At a little version of him running around the house like a damn terror. Girl or boy, you just knew the mu’fucka was gonna come out like him.
“You gon’ be a mama,” he said and kissed you.
Yeah, you were gonna be a mama. Now that was a scary ass thought.
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Hiiiii!!! I just want to say I love your work!! if you haven't already can u please do one where tom is sick and the reader takes care of him and hes super clingy.
Thank You!!!!! Love you!!!
hi love! tysm for all the support ur so kind <3
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PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom has been feeling sick lately, after a meet and greet he contracted someones sickness. He's been really clingy and whiny but you love it, you take care of him because you adore and love him. A/N: this era ofc cause why tf not WARNINGS: none, just love <3
Tom has been feeling really sick lately, throwing up and sneezing quite a lot. He had a meet and greet a few days ago and thinks he contracted someones sickness, he did infact shake so many hands.
He whined and pulled me closely as I was walking by, "y/n..come here" I giggled and pulled away as he tried to kiss me "eww tom you have snot all over your nose, there's no way i'm gonna catch your sickness."
"You're so mean" he groaned and turned away from me, I rolled my eyes playfully "stop acting like a child Tom, here put your hands out" I tapped him, he turned a little and peeked at me, holding out his hands as I squirted some hand sanitizer onto them. "Rub it in, i'm not doing absolutely everything for you baby" I chuckled. He sighed dramatically loud and rubbed the sanitzer in his hands.
"Stay here and rest, I'm popping out to the shops and getting you some things" he whined again but I just ignored it, as much as I loved him he got so clingy when he was sick.
I got into my car and drove to the local pharmicist, buying medicine and a few snacks for him, the ones I knew he loved.
I returned home and heard his heavy footsteps as soon as I came to the door, he must of heard my car in the driveway.
He opened the door and hugged me tightly, "I missed you baby" he kissed the top of my head like 20 times. "Relax Tommy, go back to the couch and I'll show you what I got" I smiled.
He raced to the couch and I sat down beside him, opening the back and pulling out the medicine, along with his favourite snacks, his eyes lit up "holy shit! i love these!" he smiled brightly and kissed my cheek "thankyou schatz, ich liebe dich." He instantly starting munching on the chips I got him, groaning "it's so good" I chuckled "yeah yeah, time for medicine liebe, open up" I grabbed the bottle of medicine and poured it onto a tablespoon, grabbed the spoon from me and poured it into his mouth, gagging a litttle "fuck that tastes like shit" making dramatic faces and noises, I giggled "it's not that bad don't be dramatic."
Later in the night I woke up to him coughing quite badly, I winced, not wanting him to be in pain. I got up and got the medicine again and heated up some chicken noodle soup I had made for him before.
I softly woke him up, "liebe..you were coughing pretty badly, sit up so I can give you these" I turned the bedside lamp on and waited for him to sit up. He groggily got up, his eyes still shut.
"Ughh..I hate being sick.." he whimpered, taking the spoon of medicine from me and pouring it into his mouth again. He turned to go to sleep but I stopped him "ah ah ah, not yet tom" he groaned and I slowly fed him the soup, making sure he didn't gulp it all up at once because he did that once when he was sick and I didn't need a repeat of that event.
"Cmon liebe, lets go to sleep" I smiled softly and turned off the lamp, getting into bed beside him. He grabbed me and pulled me closer, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. "need you close..love you so much" he mumbled before drifting off to sleep, I giggled quietly and fell asleep in his arms.
The next morning I woke up and noticed Tom was out of bed, I went into the living room and saw him playing video games, his nose clogged with tissues and his eyes red from him itching them so much. "What did I tell you about rubbing your eyes Tom?" I groaned, rolling my eyes and stopping him from playing, applying cream onto his eyes, "baby I almost won!" he whined, I snapped back at him "I don't care Tom! You're sick and I'm taking care of you!" I heard oo's and shes mad from Bill, Gustav and Georg from his headphones, and a smile tugged at my lips.
"Shut up guys" I laughed and walked off, preparing some healthy food for him to recover from his cold. I chopped up some vegetables for the soup I was making. I poured him some lemonade, "here you go baby, it'll make you feel less nauseous" I smiled and he gladly accepted the glass, slowly sipping on it as I had instructed him to multiple times before.
As I was making the food, so focused on chopping vegetables, I forgot about Tom gaming and didn't realize the yelling and noises stopped, I felt his hands wrap around my waist behind me and his soft lips pressed against my neck. I smirked and turned to look at him "yess tom?" "I love you baby, thankyou for taking care of me" he said, smiling lovingly, I kissed his lips softly "of course, you know I love you a lot."
"Hey! Didn't you say you weren't gonna kiss me cause I'm sick!" he complained, I giggled "yeah, but now you can take care of me if I get sick" I winked and he chuckled, kissing me again.
E/N: This was actually adorable, I loved writing this
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Starting over | Part 16
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Summary: With Jake and Bradley deployed y/n can't help herself but count the days when they're finally back home. But when mysterious messages appear on her phone and a sleazy guy gets a bit too close to her she once more realize how her safety depends on the both pilots she dearly loves. Thank God she has a safety net and friends at base.
Trigger Warnings: 18+! Minors DNI! past abusive relationship, reader has health issues (migraine, kidney), throwing up, previous assault, blood, obstrusive man, poly relationship
A/N: It gets angsty! Please tell me if you like it and rebelog my little story. Thank you for the support :)
Word Count: 3.9k +
The day of Jake and Bradley’s departure came quicker than the three of them anticipated. Y/n wasn’t able to sleep that night, tossing and turning, changing her position ever so often, touching her lovers to memorize every inch of their bodies.
And now standing in the kitchen watching both pilots taking their bags into the trunk of Jake’s truck the whole situation is sinking in. She will be alone for the next two weeks, maybe longer.
Since she left the hospital after surviving the last attack of her boyfriend and the mayor operation marathon she endured to save her kidney she wasn’t alone. She lived for some weeks with the family of her former boss and after her physiotherapy she moved to Miramar immediately living with Rooster and Hangman. It would be a lie to say that she isn’t afraid to be on her own. She fears the lonely nights, laying in the dark alone with her thoughts and memories with no one there to hold her after a nightmare or to hold her in general. While drinking her coffee she gives herself a pep talk for the upcoming farewell. ‘Don’t let on anything. You’re a grown up woman. You can do this. They’re highly decorated Navy aviators, you can’t burden them with your fears shortly before their departure.’
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“And if there’s a problem…anything you need help with… Mav is there, you can call him or Penny anytime! Bob also said that he can come over if you need someone…”
“Jakey, slow down. I’m not a child…” Y/n tries to calm the blonde pilot down. But he just interrupts her attempt to lighten the mood. “Of course you’re not. But imagine you feeling sick or what if you pass out because of a migraine or your kidney acting up…y/n, we’re just worried. And with limited phone reception on the carrier we would feel better when we know that you will call Bob, Coyote, Penny or Mav. Please baby.” Jake looks deep into her eyes, she sees the worry in them. She is also worried but tries her hardest to hide it in front of them.
She feels Bradley enveloping her with his muscular arms behind so that she’s now fully secured between the two men.
“What Jake wanted to say is: We love you, princess.” He speaks softly into her ear his warm breath making her shudder.
“But we have to go now. Otherwise the Admiral will have our asses for being too late for the departure.”
The two men once more tighten their hug kissing the smaller woman passionately.
She watches Jake’s truck disappearing down the street. She stands there in the driveway for some more minutes until the cold wind produces goosebumps on her entire body and her body starts to shiver form the cold and from the loneliness which slowly settles into her heart. She smells the lingering odor of both her boyfriends on her skin. She loves when their aftershaves mix up into a fully new smell and when she can smell it on her own skin after they cuddled. The delicious sore feeling from their intense night together lets her lips form into a soft smile. She’s not lonely they’re still here with every breath and step she takes in their shared home. They will be back and then their relationship will be just as strong as before or even stronger. With a heavy heart but a small smile on her lips she closes the front door behind her soaking into the warmth of the cozy house.
A cup of tea sounds like a good idea to calm her nerves. Standing on her tip toes to reach her favorite cup a small sticky note on the inside of the cupboard door attracts her attention.
A huge smile is spreading over her face, she takes the sticky note from the cardboard door and sticks it on the coffee maker, that way she can always read the note and admire the accurate handwriting of Bradley. She’s the luckiest woman on earth, finally.
You probably are trying to reach one of the cups, standing on your tip toes stretching out your right arm. Usually one of us would come to your aid or to tease you. Enveloping you in our arms, kissing the top of your head, inhaling your intoxicating scent.
We love you <3 JB
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Her first day back at the base after her short sick leave and her boys leaving was better than she expected. Her day was busy and with Bob bringing her a cup of steaming hot coffee in the morning just the way she likes it and how Rooster would’ve done it she was able to stay alert and awake during a long video call with a software company. But to be honest she nearly hasn’t slept that night. Her brain was a spiraling mess, thinking of Bradley and Rooster, but she was also nervous to run into Welsh at base. After their encounter the other day when he had to take her home, his slimy hand touching her arm and his inappropriate comment in the car, she doesn’t want to see him let alone run into him alone.
Now sipping her second coffee in the late morning she wonders if her two boyfriends had a similar hard night, at least they have themselves. Her vibrating mobile is bringing her out her daydream. When she looks at the display a bright smile forms on her face.
Jakey: Hello love, we’re about to leave the coastland to start with the flight training. Soon there will be no phone reception. We just wanted to make sure you’re ok. We love you.
Her smile grows brighter when she looks at the attached photo Jake sent her. The blonde and the brunette aviator in their flight suits smiling at her, in the background nothing but the endless blue sea.
Y/n: You two look really stunning. I’m so proud of my two Navy men <3 Everything is good back home. Please just come back in one piece, I need you. Both! I love you. Please tell Roo-y I love him, too. Take care. I think of you!
Jakey: Roo-y says he loves you, too! Take care yourself. In case you need anything, call Penny, Mav or the two idiots that stayed back at the base :-P we have to go. Love you so much!
A loud knock is startling her, shouting a small ‘come in’ she is greeted by the last person she wants to see right now, especially when she’s alone in her office. What does he want from her? She puts her mobile away, not risking that this sleazy guy sees the adorable selfie of Hangman and Rooster on her phone.
“Well, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes. You feeling better, y/n? This migraine must’ve hit you hard.” Welsh voice makes her shudder which doesn’t go unnoticed by the taller man, perfectly noticing how the woman in front of him shrinks further into her chair as if she wants to hide herself behind her big wooden desk.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” She talks in a small voice.
“Good, good. Finally you have this big and cozy house for yourself, with Rooster and Hangman deployed. I bet the first night was a huge relief.” Welsh asks in an amused tone. Of course the first night was far away from a relief. At first y/n tried to settle down in her own bed but after tossing and turning she wandered into Jake’s bedroom to grad his pillow and went straight into Bradley’s bedroom to sleep in his bed with Jake’s pillow in her arms. That way she could be near both of them. Their familiar scents united created a small feeling of safety in the dark and lonely night.
What does he want to hear from her? She tries to gather her thoughts not to show this man any weakness. But before she can form a suitable answer she’s saved by the bell.
“Hey y/n. You ready for lunch?” She hears Javy’s voice before she can see him enter her office.
“Welsh. What ya doin’ here? Mav is looking for ya…” Javy’s voice immediately changes from friendly to professional and even colder as he looks at the man towering over y/n’s desk.
Daniel straightens his posture but before he turns around to leave the younger woman’s office he winks at her and lowers his voice. “See you later, darling.” Too hushed to be heard by Javy but loud enough for y/n to hear.
She gulps at his words. He has this dangerous aura she’s more than familiar with thanks to her ex.
Javy steps into Welsh’s way bumping slightly into his shoulder. “Keep track of your own appointments, Lieutenant. We’re not your secretary.”
“Yes, Lieutenant Commander.” Welsh replies in an annoyed tone but formal when Coyote pulled ranks.
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Y/n’s lunch date with Bob and Javy really helped to get her nerves under control after Welsh’s performance in her office today. She just hoped that the two didn’t notice how she played with her food, just shoving it on her plate from left to right. She didn’t build a huge appetite with her boyfriends away and the dreading prospect of coming back to an empty home later that day.
Now utterly exhausted she’s sitting on the huge couch snuggled under the cozy blanket Jake bought for her last Christmas, reading the second note which she found in the snack drawer where Bradley stored his favorite protein bars. Not on the mood to cook something she was in search of something to munch on while lounging on the couch.
On the verge of falling asleep her vibrating mobile gains her attention. She really hopes for another message from her boys but that was likely unrealistic with them in the middle of the Pacific.
I knew you would steeal my banana protein bars in our absence :-P What have I done to deserve two little thieves.
I love u.
Jake says eat as much protein bars as you can. Love <3 JB
She grabs the device from the coffee table curious who would’ve texted her that late in the evening.
The message from an unknown number makes her frown.
Unknown: You looked so hot today in your cute office outfit. You should wear that tight skirt more often.
Her hands begin to tremble that must be a mistake. Who would text her something like that? The person on the other end probably made a mistake while typing in the number and now she got that message accidently. Just as she wants to put her phone away and get ready for another lonely night in Bradley’s bed her mobile chirps with another incoming message.
Unknown: Didn’t think of you as a classic car kind of girl. But that Bronco looks good on you.
The last straw that the message could’ve been a mistake is brutally cut when she reads the next one. Bradley left her his beloved Bronco so she can drive to base and get grocery shopping or whatever she wants to do safely and doesn’t have to rely on Bob or Javy to drive her. At first she was hesitant to drive his beloved car but Bradley told her more than once that he insists that she drives his Bronco and he made it more than clear that he trusts her with his baby.
Panic bubbles in chest. Someone watches her, the person saw her in the Bronco driving home or to the base, saw her outfit. Is this person watching her now? Hiding in the dark? She jumps up from her position on the couch and hurries to the front door checking the locks. They’re closed, thank God. She closed all curtains in every room and when she finally crawls into Bradley’s bed, after she even locked the bedroom door, she can’t hold back her tears anymore. She is afraid, more than that. She’s terrified.
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Y/n wakes up with a jolt. The bedroom pitch black and her eyes need some time to adjust and make out the familiar furniture. What woke her up in the middle of the night? But before she can wonder any further the door knob jiggles. Someone is trying to enter the bedroom.
“Y/n, come on open the door, I know that you’re in there.”
She knows that voice. No, no, no, that can’t be true. He can’t be in their house, not now.
Frantically she searches for some kind of weapon to defend herself. But when she turns around to look at the bedroom door he’s already inside the room.
"I'm here to take you home, silly girl." His dark eyes nothing but dangerous and filled with hate. She got so used to the warm love filled eyes of Jake and Bradley. But the ones that are piercing her now are cold and she knows that look, it's full of rage.
How did he get past the safety locks at the front door and how did he even open the lock of the bedroom door? She feels like his prey sitting in a trap. His body fills the doorframe, blocking her only way out of the room. On trembling legs y/n backs off but there's nowhere to go for her. He finally gets what he wants, either he kills her right there or he takes her back to their hometown. If she has the choice she would choose death over going back with him. But she has no choice, never had. He once more has her life in his hand.
"You not only cheated with one but with two men? Y/n, that's not how I taught you to behave. You should know what treatment sluts like you deserve." He takes a step closer to the trembling woman. A shimmering object in his right hand attracts her attention. It's a knife, a huge kitchen knife. It's the same knife he attacked her with back home, still bloody. Thick droplets of blood are dripping from the blade on the hardwood floor.
A loud scream echoes trough the bedroom the young woman feels herself shaking like a leaf, drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around her body. All she hears is the blood rushing in her ears. Her heart nearly beating out of her chest. Her lungs seem to refuse to work, like someone is crushing her ribcage. Spots are dancing in her vision and she knows she has to try to take prober breaths otherwise she is going to pass out from oxygen deprivation. The small woman fists one of the pillows in her shaking hands in an attempt to ground herself. She has to overcome this panic attack alone, but her thoughts are with Bradley and Jake, thinking about their happy times, smiling and laughing. Their beautiful laughs, their calming touches, their words of endearment. Y/n doesn't know how long it took her to finally be calm enough to take her first steady breath. The first thing she hears is her alarm annoyingly blaring, signaling her it's time to get up. It's already morning, thank God. Going back to sleep seems so far away after this nightmare that she's somewhat relieved that it's already time to get ready and head to work. With her still trembling hands she shuts the alarm off, but as she sees an unread message her breathing picks up one more time.
A sigh of relief tumbles out of her mouth when she reads the sender of the message.
Bobby: Hey y/n, sorry I forgot to ask you earlier. Coyote and I want to hit the Hard Deck after work, I can fetch you in the morning, in that case you don't have to drive tomorrow to work and to the Hard Deck. I would be at your place at 0715.
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When she is finally buckled in Bob's car it's the first time she can breathe a bit better, feeling a bit safer in the presence of a Navy Lieutenant and friend.
A soft 'good morning' fills the car, not trusting her voice to speak more words after screaming bloody murder an hour ago. She still feels a slight tremble in her hands. Not only the dream has her so shaken up but the messages from that unknown number make her even more uneasy. Who's watching her? It can't be her ex. He doesn't know where she lives now. And he is still in prison, isn't he?
"Y/n? Everything okay?" Bob turns in his seat to take a proper look at her.
His soft voice brings her out of her thoughts.
"Ehm, yes. Sure. Everything's fine." She tries to talk as calm and collected as she can, not wanting to alert the good-natured aviator in the driver seat.
"You sure? I said your name like ten times." He once more takes a look at her, noticing her pale face and the dark circles under her eyes.
"Sorry, I'm just tired, Bobby. Nothing serious, pinky promise." She hates to lie at her friend, hell she hates to lie in general. But her need to not make a fuss, to not burden other people with her problems is often bigger than her need to be honest.
For now Bob let's her excuse pass but he will keep a close eye on her, even more than usual.
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Sipping her favorite drink y/n feels a bit better than hours ago in the morning after her nightmare. Bob and Javy are always good company and so far she liked the distraction of her two friends and the hustle and bustle of the packed bar. But without the other aviators, especially without her two boyfriends, there's definitely a huge part missing.
"I'm still wondering how you do it, sunshine." Javy spoke over the music and the loud voices in the packed bar, bringing y/n out of her revive.
A curious frown is splayed on the young woman's face.
"I mean, you really brought some peace and quiet into our squad. Since you're living with Hangman and Roo, their constant bickering and dick-measuring contests nearly stopped."
Y/n can't hold the amused laugh that tumbles out of her mouth. "Javy, watch your mouth." She playfully hit the taller pilot on his arm. But he is right, since the young woman lives with the two men their behavior somewhat changed drastically. Of course the hostility they had during the fateful uranium mission was long gone before y/n stepped into their life, but obviously their friendship deepened in a special way since the shy woman is part of the group. The other aviators surely didn't miss the huge protectiveness Jake and Bradley have over their new addition, y/n just fits in perfectly in the Bradshaw/Seresin household. Y/n wonders if Javy wants to imply that he supposes that three of them are now in a relationship. Until now the three kept their love life a secret, well except for Natasha who gave the last shove in the right direction.
"Hey, got a strong right hook, y/n." The dark haired man rubs his arm as if she hurt him really bad.
"What this moron wanted to say is, you're good for them." Bob barges in looking intensively at the now blushing woman.
"Thanks, I guess?" She says slightly uncertain. "They're the best that ever happened to me. You all are…" Y/n admits in nothing more than a whisper.
Bob puts his larger hand on her right one which is placed on the table beside her now empty glass. When he softly squeezes her hand he adds a quiet 'we support you, no matter what'.
Her heart skips a beat, so they all seem somehow to know or feel that Jake, Bradley and y/n are more than just roommates or friends and with Bob and Javy's promise of support a huge load is taken off her mind.
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"So, another Root Beer for you, what can I get you, sunshine?" Javy asks as he was about to stand up and head to the bar to get them all a refill.
"Oh no, let me. It's my turn. A Root Beer and a Miller?!" Y/n puts her hand on the taller pilot's shoulder to keep him in his seat and makes her way to the restrooms before she is going to order another round of drinks for herself and her two friends at the back of the bar.
Deep in thought she steps out of the ladies' room bumping into a tall figure making her stumble back. Two strong hands grip her shoulders uncomfortably tight but keeping her from falling flat on her ass.
"Wow, look what the cat dragged in. Y/n, nice to see you." She immediately recognizes the sickly sweet with a hint of evil voice.
"H - hello, Sir." She stammers feeling more and more uneasy the longer she feels the two strong hands grip her upper arms.
"Y/n, we're already beyond the formalities and we're not on base. It's Daniel for you." Welsh winks and twists his lips into a daunting grimace.
Y/n feels her heartrate picking up, she doesn't like this guy and being alone with him is only adding up her anxiety. She tries to wiggle out his strong hold but he doesn't budge, cornering her in the hallway of the restrooms.
"Looking cozy with Bob and Coyote, with your two guard dogs deployed." Welsh strokes both his thumbs over her upper arms, sending a shiver of disgust over the smaller woman's spine.
"We - we just having some drinks." Finally able to wiggle herself free of the uncomfortable hold she takes a step back, the need to extend the distance to the dangerous looking man in front of her is growing every second he looks hungrily at her.
"I knew you have a thing for pilots." The man takes a step and strokes once more one of her arms. Panic bubbles up in y/n's chest, she doesn't like to be touched by strangers and this is much worse than just some physical contact in a crowded bar. He corners her and definitely knows what he's doing. Her body starts to tremble and her chest feels too tight to breathe comfortably.
"Everything okay here?" Y/n hears a familiar voice but Welsh is still blocking her view.
"Yeah, everything's good, Captain." Welsh takes a step back as he feels a hand touching his shoulder, turning him around slightly. Y/n takes a sigh of relief. Thank God for Maverick making an entrance. The smaller man is taking a close look at the young woman in front of him. He can see her distress with the taller man in front of her, towering dangerously over her smaller frame. His presence alone is enough to make Welsh leaving the situation and the small hall to the restrooms.
"Are you okay, y/n? Did he - ehm…did he make you uncomfortable?" What Maverick really wanted to ask is if that prick touched her or made inappropriate comments, but he put a bridle on his tongue, not wanting to make the shy woman in front of him more uncomfortable.
"No, no… sorry I was on my way to the ladies' room." And with that she turns around in a hurry disappearing in the restroom. Her intention to get a new round of drinks long forgotten she rushes into one of the stalls falling onto her knees just in time to throw up the small contents of her stomach.
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The language of the flowers Pt. 2
warning: the hard moment with the Cypher.
Sova - rose red (bud) - confusion; "I think I've fallen in love with you," "I'm glad we met," "Every day my feelings for you grow stronger."
On the spacious streets of St. Petersburg, you and Sova decided to spend your little vacation. After visiting many memorable places, you decided that it was time for a little rest on one of the shores of the Gulf of Finland. He left you alone for a while, saying he needed to get something to eat.
The cool breeze ruffled your hair, making you wrap yourself tighter in your sweater. Growing up in a warm climate, you weren't used to the fickle weather of Sova's homeland. Suddenly, something that isn't a human hand touches your head, causing you to throw it back. You see a bunch of red buds that cover almost everything above you. The bouquet moves back a little and you see Sova's satisfied face.
"These are for you. In Russia, it's considered that giving fancy bouquets to your beloved is the basis of a strong relationship." He chuckles. "In fact, some men give a single rose in cellophane, which our women consider an insult."
"Then it could be considered a very very big compliment." You run your finger over the scarlet petals. "How many are there, anyway?"
"One hundred and one roses."
"One hundred and one?" - you take the bouquet into your hands admiringly, then give a light kiss on Sova's cheek. He sits down next to you.
"You deserve all the flowers in the world, but it remains to be seen - which ones specifically should you give? Peonies, perhaps? Or lilies?"
"Any flowers from you would be my favorite."
Cypher - yellow carnation - rejection; "You're avoiding me"; "You've disappointed me"
It was hard to tell when your communication with Cypher had gotten to the point where it was hard to tell if you were friends or lovers. It was even harder for you to understand why he was pulling away and running away, like a kitten who'd tried to confide in people but had gotten scared again and fled into the darkness of the street. He was either not in his office or the door was locked. He didn't answer messages or calls. But you knew he was watching you. Every move you made. But what was he feeling in that moment, doing all those things? You didn't know.
"Cypher, why don't you open up finally? I know you're in there." - You've been trying for the second week to get through to the masked man who's been so diligently avoiding you. "Please, we need to talk."
There was only silence in response.
"Shit... "You slump down next to the door, hugging your knees. "You should know how disappointing you're making me feel right now. I thought there was something between us...Or at least there was. And you're doing this..."
"You didn't know he had a wife and child?" the sudden voice of Viper shakes you out of your trance.
"A wife and child...?" you look at the woman, who at that moment was looking at you with a kind of sympathy, with incomprehension.
"Don't kid yourself, girl. He's still pining for them, and you...you just got caught up in the moment. Forget it and move on." She wanted to support you in some way, but it didn't come out well.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Just a substitute? An attempt to dull the pain of longing?
"Argh... Come on, I'll give you a job to distract you."
Gekko - anemone - sincerity, hope, joy, emotionality; parting, fragility; "Why not?", "I feel really good with you", "Let's have a party?"
The beautiful scenery opens up from the Venice rising in the air, where one of the training grounds is located. You and Gekko watch the sunset while the other agents finish their training. The green-haired guy's creatures were snoring somewhere nearby, exhausted from the training.
"Hey, guess what?"
"What?"
"What if I offer you to be my girlfriend? Would you say yes?"
"Why not?"
"So you'd say yes?"
"Yes."
"Say it again."
"Yes, I agree, Gekko."
A bright smile appeared on the guy's face before he gently took your hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. You giggled and tilted your head to the side. Such small and happy moments were rare in the hard life of a protocol agent, but nevertheless you tried to cherish them and live them as long as possible.
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21 . . . alfons main story — mad love
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— though not required by any means, for full enjoyment of this chapter, i would recommend reading the past records featuring elbie and al 🍎🪞 there’s just some context in that story that can give some more meaning to elbie’s dialogue here, i feel!
— cw: not much, i think, alfons is very silly, hehe.
With Roger running while carrying Alfons, he was taken back to Crown castle——
And then he started to perform an emergency operation.
Beyond the horizon, the light colors of twilight started to blur, and the sky started to darken.
Kate: .........
I couldn’t even so much as sleep a wink, so I ended up sitting on the staircase that led down to the basement, hugging my knees.
All I could do was pray with all my heart.
Kate: Alfons...
Just when my hands grasped on each other, I heard footsteps ascending from the basement, causing me to sharply raise my head,
Elbert: .........
and there stood Lord Elbert,
who had been called to the basement at the start of the surgery.
Kate: ...Lord Elbert, is Alfons alright...?
Elbert: ...I’m unsure. Roger had said... there was no way to tell.
His blue eyes then turned to the direction of the basement, and as if being pulled along, I, too, followed his gaze to the stairs that led down.
There was no sign of Roger coming out.
(Which would mean he’s still undergoing treatment...)
When I stared at the closed door, Lord Elbert lightly put his hand against the wall.
Kate: Lord Elbert.
When I took a look at his face, it seemed so white, I felt as though I could see right through him.
Kate: You’re pale as a sheet... are you alright?
Elbert: Yes. It’s just... I shared a bit of my blood with Al.
Kate: Sharing... blood?
Elbert: Supposedly, they call it a blood transfusion. It’s a way to replenish even a little bit of the blood that has been lost.
(So such a method was out there... it’s the first I’ve heard of it.)
Kate: ...All that to say, he had lost so much blood that he needed to use such a method, right?
Elbert: Yes, that’s right. ...That said, he had also mentioned that blood types must be compatible with one another... so there is also a risk that such a process becomes fatal.
Kate: ...!
Elbert: So... it is possible that my blood may kill Alfons.
E: But, even so——I just couldn’t bear the possibility that he just die... when I could have done something.
E: ...So, I want to apologize for that.
I sucked in a gasp, and in response, Lord Elbert’s expression seemed to morph in distress.
Kate: Why the apology... but anyhow, thank you, for telling me.
(No matter how fatal or high the risk...)
(If there is any possibility at all that Alfons could be saved, then I don’t mind betting on it.)
Once again, I turned toward the door to the basement while supporting Lord Elbert.
Kate: You’ve just had your blood drawn, so it would be dangerous walking around alone. I’ll walk you back.
Elbert: Thank you for the offer... but, I would like to stay.
Kate: ...Are you sure you’re alright not resting?
Elbert: Yes, it should be fine... I have some trouble resting, if I had to say...
(...Ahh, so it wasn’t just me.)
Perhaps the uncertainty and fear that had been burning in my chest seemed to eat away at Lord Elbert from the inside in the same way.
Leaning against the wall, Lord Elbert slid down to a seated position, and I joined him, returning to the position I was just in before.
Kate: .........
I felt that if it stayed silent between us, I would end up bolting downstairs to the basement, so I racked my mind for words.
Then, suddenly, a certain thought came to mind...
Kate: Lord Elbert, could I ask... why do you hold Alfons so dear?
It was a question that had always tickled me.
(I do know that when they had met, Alfons was a child with vague origins, who had been assisting a doctor.)
(And that Lord Elbert had Alfons live in the estate and had him name himself a noble, keeping him by his side.)
(And that he, an aristocrat with a good upbringing, placed his full, unwavering trust in someone who played around and lived a decadent and indulgent lifestyle...)
And how Lord Elbert had a great many feelings for Alfons, to the point he was angered at he had up and left on his own after only leaving behind a note,
and how, even now, he tried his best to bear the responsibility of his life and death.
(So, I can’t help but wonder — just why did he go to such lengths?)
Lord Elbert slowly blinked as though recalling something.
Elbert: ...When we had met, he——Al had given me the words I wanted to hear.
That voice seemed to hold an ever so slightly different tone from how it was normally melancholic,
and even in the sigh that escaped from his lips seemed to be seeped with warmth.
Elbert: It was the first time we had even seen each other. So he shouldn’t have known about my circumstances, or anything, really...
E: But at that moment, it felt as though he had understood what was in my heart like the back of his hand as he gave me such words.
E: And, someone like that — to know what somebody else wants when they are struggling... they must have been someone who had endured unimaginable pain themself.
E: And Al must have been such a person.
E: Though he had always worn a smile, it seemed a little sad as well. So that is why...
E: I... could hardly leave him alone.
(Lord Elbert...)
Perhaps, when they met, both of them had been left with wounds that resembled one another.
With no one to protect them, and alone in this darkness——all they had was each other.
I imagined such a scene in my mind.
Elbert: But, there were times when Al... would occasionally try to disappear from my side.
Kate: Wh...
Elbert: And, to be fair, I had never thought that the day when Al felt he wouldn’t want to disappear himself would ever come...
E: But, as for me, I knew in my heart that I would never allow such a day to come when Al disappeared on his own.
Then, a small smile played on Lord Elbert’s lips.
Elbert: I have no way of knowing whether my blood is compatible with Al’s or not.
E: ...But, if it is, then I win. And if it isn’t, then I lose.
I assumed his blood was drawn from his left arm, because Lord Elbert gently rubbed over it with his fingers.
And those eyes seemed so tense that they could have snapped——
Kate: Me too...
I felt his heart might break and shatter to pieces as if it were made of glass, scattering about,
and words escaped from me, gushing out.
Kate: I made a bet with Alfons, too. That if he woke up, he would try to return my feelings.
Elbert: ...Al? He had made such a promise...?
Lord Elbert seemed surprised to hear, as his eyes widened.
Kate: I can’t say I have the greatest luck when it comes to bets... but I like to say I’m pretty strong when it counts... so that’s why...
K: Your blood will be compatible, Lord Elbert — I’m more than sure of it.
K: Let’s both win this together and make Alfons wave a white flag in surrender...
Though my logic was all over a mess, I just wanted to do something to get rid of the uncertainty.
My voice trembled in an attempt to convince myself,
and Lord Elbert gave me a soft smile, as though he were gently taking in my bluff with both of his hands.
Elbert: ...Yes, let’s.
E: And, to tell you the truth, between Al and I, I have never once lost a bet against him as well.
——In the end, Alfons’ surgery ended only after dawn had broken.
I asked if I could go down to the basement until Alfons regained consciousness...
But taking into consideration the risk of infection and my fatigue, Roger had said he ‘couldn’t allow it,’
stopping me in my tracks, so I ended up returning to my room to catch up on sleep.
Even so, though, I got up early the next morning and ran for the basement.
That then continued to the next day, and the day after that. I would go and check to see whether Alfons had regained consciousness——
And when night fell, I would return to my room, feeling as though my heart had been pierced through. That was my every day.
——That was, until something strange suddenly occurred.
(What the...?)
When I ran at the break of dawn down to the basement——it was empty.
The bed Alfons had been using was now clean and neatly done, without a trace of a person having used it at all to be seen...
Kate: Wh—h-huh...?
(Did... did he wake up...?)
(But then, even so, what is this feeling...)
——Something felt oddly off.
(If he woke up, then why did he let neither Roger or me know?)
(And, even if he had woken up, would that really mean he would be able to move freely around?)
(Yeah, there is definitely something off...)
With a sense of unease piling atop one another at the sight of the empty bed, I dashed in a fret out of the basement.
And when wanting to ask if anyone knew of the situation, I made my way to the dining room, where I knew some of them were——
Roger: Hey there, lil lady, I see you’re an early bird as ever.
Ellis: Morning, Kate. What do you want for breakfast?
There Roger and Ellis were, eating breakfast like nothing was off.
Kate: G-good morning... uhm——
Roger: Hm? Something wrong?
Recently, Roger had looked a bit sleep deprived himself due to watching over Alfons,
but seeing as his expression seemed more clear, I only felt my anxiety grow.
Ellis: Ah, you’re curious about what’s for breakfast? Here, today we have the egg muffins that you said you liked before.
(I mean, yes, it’s true I do think the egg muffins here are second to none...)
(There was something else I needed to know——)
Kate: Is Alfons here...!?
Ellis: Huh...?
Roger: ...? What’s gotten into you?
Both of them looked as though they had next to no clue what I was talking about——and my mind went blank then.
Kate: Wait... huh, but... what...?
(Don’t tell me... did they actually... forget?)
(Like, maybe he had used his ability on everyone again and went off somewhere?)
(That, or——)
“Without leaving your mark on anyone’s memories——”
If he lost his life, he would disappear from any and all memory.
Remembering his tragic fate, I felt the depths of my heart go cold.
Kate: Don’t tell me he... no way, but... how...
(But then, if that were the case, then why do I still remember him...?)
Kate: Uhm, do you really not know!? Where Alfons is, I mean...
Ellis: Well, umm...
Kate: Oh, you know, that Alfons...!
K: Also known as the man who, well, loves to go out to play at night, and for every question you ask he talks so much that he could fit in ten lies in a single answer, and——
K: He’s utterly halfhearted, and has anything but morals, and, and...!
Roger: And that ‘Alfons’ you’re speaking of——he’s standing right behind you, you know.
Kate: ...............He’s what now?
At that moment, I heard a voice from behind me——one I could never mistake for anyone else’s.
Alfons: Now wait just a minute, why spoil the fun so soon like that?
A: I had wanted to look on at her making a ruckus while ever the more panicked, but now that has gone straight out the window, you know.
Kate: Wh-wha...!?
When I turned around, Alfons was there, standing right behind me.
[1] Are you a ghost? (+4 / +4)
[2] Is this real?
[3] Is this an illusion?
Kate: Don’t tell me, are you a ghost?
Alfons: Ahha! Come see for yourself, why don’t you? I have legs, do I not?
He appeared in front of me so suddenly, all I could do was stare at his face in a daze.
Alfons: Even so, how dull your sense must be.
Casting me a sidelong glance, he even gave a dramatic yawn.
Alfons: All I ever did was hold my breath and hide myself, and yet you did not notice even a trace of me... pulling a trick on you was such a bore I just couldn’t help but even let out a yawn, you see.
(It... it’s really Alfons...)
He was awake, he was standing here and out of bed, and he was talking.
I should have long been used to such a scene, but still, my words were lost, and I could only continue to stare at him with unblinking eyes.
Alfons: Come now, you hardly need to stand there in a daze. Why don’t you see if this person before you is your most beloved Alfons or not?
A: And to do so, you must check eeevery inch of my body, no?
He scooped up my hand and brought my fingers to his chest, so that they touched where his heart was.
The moment those fingers felt that warmth that told me he was indeed living, I soundly knew that the ‘reality’ I had sought was here before my eyes.
(This really is Alfons... in the flesh.)
Those lips that were curved into a light smile, those eyes that seemed to see what lie ahead,
that expression that gleamed with a teasing air... everything before my eyes was proof that he was here as an existence before me——
Kate: ——!!
‘You’re the utter worst, pulling a prank like that.’ ‘Stop with these pointless things.’
The list of things I wanted to say to him then and there was endless.
But, all of those things were drowned out by a single emotion.
Kate: Alfons...!
A happiness I could hardly put in words burst within me,
and before I knew it, I was hugging Alfons,
Alfons: Whoops...
and as he caught me, he stumbled back two or three steps.
He was practically sandwiched between me and the wall at this point, but even so, I couldn’t bring myself to let go of him.
Alfons: Hehe... mind you, I am still very much an injured person, so if you would be so kind, could you go a tad easier on me?
Kate: Absolutely not...!
K: You could use a bit of pain to reflect on yourself...
And so, I hugged him tighter.
Alfons: Ow, ow, ow...
His pained voice echoed in my ears.
With my ears pressed to his chest, I could hear his heartbeat.
I could feel his warmth.
(...Alfons is still right here. He hasn’t disappeared.)
And that alone was enough to make me so happy, I couldn’t care less about anything else now.
Kate: ...You remember the bet we made, don’t you?
Alfons: The bet, you say?
Kate: That if you were to survive, in your words, you would love me back to the fullest...
—— Flashback ——
Alfons: ...Then... how about we make a bet... the two of us?
Kate: ...? A bet...?
Alfons: If I die, then I win. I bid you adieu, and have a lovely rest of your life.
A: But, if I happen to survive this ordeal... then you win.
A: And, just as you so wish, I will love you back to the fullest——
A: And tear your life to bits and pieces.
—— End flashback ——
Even now, I could hear his voice, having left its mark in me, so clear in my ears.
Kate: ...I won that bet.
to be continued…
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