#they haven't gone anywhere I just miss them

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day 21: “this reminded me of you” ♡

(prompt list for femslashfeb)

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how is one meant to stay silly under these conditions

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After Bradley finally breaks things off with his girlfriend just days before the start of a deployment, he expects a few lonely months of nobody writing to him or waiting for his return. But the fateful arrival of a package from a class of fourth graders learning about aviation changes everything.

Warnings: Fluff, language, breakup angst

Length: 2200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Bradley had his duffle bag open on his bed, tidy stacks of his uniform components, flight suits, and underwear lined up next to it. He had his checklist in front of him. He liked to be as organized as possible.

"Are you even listening to me? I thought we were going out to dinner."

He looked up from his partially packed toiletry bag into the annoyed eyes of Vanessa where she stood on the other side of the bed. He was seven months into this relationship, and sometimes he wondered why either of them still bothered. She knew his routine by now. She knew what his deployments were like, but she had absolutely no patience for any of it.

"Ness, I'm leaving in four days. I just need to focus on this for a few minutes so I know what I need to buy before Wednesday, and then we can go out and eat."

"It's already seven o'clock. I thought you'd have finished packing by now," she replied with a pout and a glare. "Every nice restaurant is going to have a long wait now, because I'm just going to go ahead and assume that you didn't make a reservation anywhere."

He took a deep breath and let it out before pressing his lips together. What he really wanted was to order something for delivery, cuddle on the couch, watch a movie and have the first round of hot, goodbye sex. But she'd never go for it now. Apparently he'd already fucked up for the night. 

"No, I didn't make a reservation," he said calmly, and she rolled her eyes and reached for her phone. "I really don't even feel like going out. I'll be gone for months, stuck in a tiny bunk or a loud mess hall. I'd like to stay in tonight where it's quiet. Just me and you."

But she wasn't listening at all. "Let me see if Woodmere has any tables left," she muttered. "If not there, then I can try The Landmark." She looked as beautiful as she always did, but he couldn't even stand the sight of her right now.

"Ness. I want to stay in."

She groaned and looked him in the eye. "Of course you do. You always want to stay in. You always want to decompress or read a book. That's not healthy, you know that, right? I shouldn't have to force you out of your comfort zone all the time."

"Fuck," he grunted, running his fingers through his hair. His job was demanding, both mentally and physically. He usually preferred quiet over loud, because his own thoughts started to buzz when she dragged him out all over the place. And now she was glaring at him again. "Are you even going to miss me?" he asked softly, afraid of the answer. "You haven't said so one time since I told you about this deployment."

She heaved a deep and annoyed sigh. "You're deployed so frequently, Bradley, it's like you're the government's bitch. And if the Navy is going to insist upon eating up taxpayer money, the least they could do is pay you more."

His skin started to crawl as she went off about his career like always, but he'd honestly had enough. He raised his voice louder and asked once again, "Are you even going to miss me?"

Vanessa scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Of course I'm going to miss you. What kind of question is that? I'll be bored every weekend, waiting for you to get back, like usual. I almost never go out when you're deployed."

Bradley's heart started to pound in a way that made his palms sweat and his stomach turn. "Jesus, Vanessa. I asked if you're going to miss me. Not miss going out every weekend."

When she hesitated for a beat, he reached out to brace his hand on his headboard. "Yes, Bradley. I am going to miss you. Okay? Happy?"

"Fuck, no. I'm not happy Vanessa." And that was the bottom line right there. The absolute truth. And it didn't hurt to say it, rather he immediately felt better. He knew he would miss the sporadic emails and the phone calls and the dirty pictures and the reunion sex. The upcoming weeks would be harder without those things to look forward to, but at least he'd come home to his own place where he could do what he wanted instead of what he was told. He wouldn't have to listen to her negativity. "I think we need to break up."

Her eyes went wide with shock. "Excuse me?"

Bradley let go of the bed and ran his hand over his face. "You heard me, Ness. This isn't working. For either of us."

"Don't call me Ness," she snapped, immediately turning toward his bedroom door. "You're not my boyfriend anymore." She paused briefly, just long enough to say, "Fuck you," and then she was gone. 

He sat on the edge of his bed for a couple minutes, but it didn't take long to sort through his feelings. The immediate sense of calm that he felt had him convinced he'd done the right thing. There was no shared living space. There was no ring. There was no real commitment. Maybe he'd always known why that was the case. 

So he packed up his bag and made a shopping list, and when his stomach started to growl, he ordered dinner for himself from his favorite restaurant. He didn't cry, and he didn't worry about having to do anything he didn't want to do.

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The first few weeks of his deployment were great. He spent a lot of time in the air, and he flirted a bit with some of the women who approached him in the gym on the aircraft carrier. He jerked off while he thought about whomever he fucking wanted to. He didn't spend very much time reflecting on his relationship with Vanessa other than to acknowledge that it wasn't much of a relationship at all. In the moments where he thought maybe he missed her, he realized he just missed the idea of having someone who cared about him.

He was about a month in when he realized the attractive woman who always touched his arm in the gym was actually married, and he was not all about that. He was also maybe kind of getting tired of masturbating which was a depressing thought. He was bored, and he was lonely, and other than randomly hooking up with someone, he figured his best bet was finding a book or something to read. 

When he made his way to dinner, he heard everyone talking about the helicopter that had landed on deck less than an hour ago stacked full of containers of mail. There was a line of officers trailing down the hallway adjacent to the mess hall, everyone waiting patiently to pick up parcels from their loved ones. Since Bradley had basically nobody who would think to write to him, he made his way toward the food instead. 

His tray was piled high with everything he could get his hands on, and when he looked for somewhere to sit, he had to deftly avoid that stacked lieutenant who had a husband at home. He found a table off in the corner and devoured his dinner alone. When he stood to drop off his empty dishes and tray, some petty officers entered the cavernous room to drop off unclaimed mail. 

"Harper, Jonathan! Pauley, Vincent! Dixon, Jennifer! Sutter, Wesley! Bradshaw, Bradley!"

He was more than a little intrigued as he made his way up along with a handful of others, and then a white envelope and a small cardboard box were thrust into his hands. The envelope was addressed to him by name in familiar chicken scratch that made him smile. He shouldn't have counted Natasha out, especially when his birthday was in a few days. 

He tore into the envelope as he made his way back to his bunk. It contained a very short letter along with a coupon for buy one get one free steak dinners at her favorite restaurant with a post-it stuck to the back. 

This is your birthday present. Now when you take me out for my birthday when you get home, you only have to pay half as much. You're welcome.

He snorted as he unlocked his bunk door and tossed everything from Nat onto the small nightstand. And then he examined the box. It wasn't addressed to him. Not really. It was addressed to 'A Deployed US Naval Aviator' in tidy handwriting. Then he noticed the return address was from an elementary school in Mira Mesa, and his curiosity got the best of him.

Bradley sat on the edge of his bed and tore gently into the packaging to find the box was jam packed with items and overflowing with envelopes. He tipped the box, and everything went cascading out onto his narrow bed. There were a lot of snacks, and a pack of trail mix caught his eye, making his stomach growl.

"I just fed you," he muttered but ripped into the snack anyway, dumping half of it into his mouth in one go. He was eyeing the envelopes carefully, each one distinctly unique. Some had names written on them, and some had little doodles or pictures, but they definitely seemed to be from a class of kids who went to the school. He sifted through them until he found a slightly larger, more official looking envelope which once again said To: A Deployed US Naval Aviator.

He finished his snack, silently thanking the class of kids and their teacher, and then he opened the big envelope. He pulled out a typed up letter which was folded around a few photos that slid onto his lap. Then he started to read.

Dear United States Naval Aviator,

First of all, thank you for your service. Second, let us introduce ourselves. We are one of the fourth grade classes from Mira Mesa Elementary School, and we have been learning all about aviation for the last month or so. We have combined our science, math and social studies classes into one unit all about flying, and we have learned so much. We really wanted to share some of what we learned with you in the hopes that you might be able to help us learn even more!

Each student in the class has included a letter filled with information and some questions. If you have some free time and are inclined to do so, we would love to hear back from you. (No pressure!) There are plenty of thoughtful questions that my students would appreciate more information about. (Once again, only if you want to!) And I for one would love to give them the chance to show off what they learned to a professional. (I'm just a proud teacher!)

Thank you very much for indulging our curiosity thus far, and we hope to hear back from you. I'll include my email address just in case you have any questions or would prefer to reply that way. Otherwise you can send mail directly to the address for the school along with my name, and it will get to us. We hope we are about to dazzle you with our letters, and we wish you well on your deployment.

Sincerely,

The best fourth graders you will ever meet along with their teacher

Bradley was chuckling as he finished reading. Of course he would take the time to look at all of the notes from the kids and send back a response. It wasn't like he'd be tied up talking to Vanessa. This little project would keep him busy when he had nothing else to do, and besides, this was the kind of shit he would have thought was outlandishly cool when he was a fourth grader himself. 

He read and reread the name and accompanying email address at the bottom of the page. This teacher sounded charming, and he'd only read three paragraphs from her. He flipped the page over to double check that she hadn't written anything more, already wishing she had. Then he picked up the photos that had landed on his thigh and started to flip through them.

First he saw a group of kids outside in the bright San Diego sunlight, lined up and throwing paper airplanes. Then he flipped to one where some of the kids were sitting at their desks building more elaborate planes out of pieces of foam. There was another photo of the class on some sort of field trip, but it was the last photo in the stack that had him sitting up a little taller and taking a closer look.

"Damn."

The kids were all lined up once again, wearing a rainbow of colors, some making silly faces. But his eyes caught on their teacher. On you. Smiling back at him from the photo like you had an amusing secret. Like you wanted to share it with him.

"Fucking gorgeous."

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And, we're off. Oh, he thinks we are cute. Oh, he is about to be charmed even more. Thanks for pushing me out of my comfort zone a little bit with this one, and thank you @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 2

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This Night is Sparkling, Don't You Let it Go ~LA! Shanks Imagine~

Summary: The moment Luffy gets his own bounty poster, Shanks makes the decision to come back to you.

Author’s Note: Not as long as the angst one but at least this is the fluff ending.

Fluff Ending to I Was Enchanted to Meet You

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

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“I’m going to be king of the pirates and I promise that I will find Shanks and you two can live with me in an island or I can get you two your own island so you two can be happy,” Luffy tells you.

“Focus on becoming King of the Pirates first then you can worry about me," you tell him.

"I promise I'll make you proud. I won't forget what you and Shanks taught me," Luffy said.

You watched as Luffy was ready to set off in the world to become king of the pirates. He had told you two days before that he was leaving and that he had gotten a small boat ready. You felt nervous on letting him go off but you knew that he would not change his mind once he had his mind set.

“And I promise to be safe. I’ll send you letters of my adventures!”

“Or you could always come back and visit me,” you tell him.

“I will do that too!”

“Luffy. Please be careful,” you tell him.

“I will. And thank you. For taking care of me for all these years,” Luffy said.

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you again soon! And I’ll bring back some awesome stuff for you!” Luffy said before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He got on his boat and began to sail off.

-

A few weeks later, you saw Luffy’s bounty poster in the newspaper. You stared at his photo as you fiddled with the ring Shanks gave you.

You were alone now. Luffy was off being a pirate and Shanks was God knows where. You leaned your head on your head as you stared down at the photo. You missed your boys and now that you were alone, what was left for you to do?

"You okay, Y/n?" Makino asked you.

"Just missing my boys," you tell her.

"At least you know how Luffy's doing," she said. You smile softly before nodding.

-

“Gents! We are setting sail!” Shanks called out after drinking another pint of beer.

“Where to captain?”

“Windmill Village! I need to pick up someone from there,” Shanks told his crew.

“You mean Y/n?”

“Of course I do. Let’s go get her shall we?”

-

You gathered your vegetables from your garden before walking back to your home. You began to separate them for ones to keep and ones to sell. Now that Luffy was gone, you had more food to sell.

A faint knock at the door was heard making you look over. You walked to the door to find Shanks standing there. Your eyes widen as you stared at him.

“Shanks?”

“You’re just as beautiful as the day I left,” Shanks said before cupping your cheek and leaning in to kiss you.

“Wait! Did you find the one piece? Why are you here? Am I dreaming?” You asked, a million questions ran through your head.

“Haven't found the one piece yet. But I am here to take my fiancée away from here."

“Shanks-“

“I saw Luffy’s bounty poster. And I knew that meant you’re no longer taking care of him. So join me, my love.”

“Shanks. I don’t know.”

“Please. I cannot bare another day without you. Join me and I promise you to give you everything you could ever ask for,” Shanks tells you. You leaned up to kiss him again before pulling him into your home with his shirt. He closed the door behind him, locking it with his one hand.

“I’ll join you Shanks. But first, I need you to touch me again,” you tell him as you began to undo the knot on his cape.

“Of course my love. I'm all yours."

-

“I’ve missed you so much,” you tell him as you cuddled up next to him. There was only one perk of Shanks having one arm. You can lie close to him without worrying about making his arm hurt or fall asleep.

“I’ve missed you too. You’re all that I thought of,” Shanks tells you.

“Same here. I should leave a note for Luffy for when he decides to visit,” you mention as you looked around your home.

“Of course.”

As you packed your bags, you looked around at your home. You began to tear up as you stared at a few pictures of you and Luffy.

“You’ll see him again my love,” Shanks said, kissing your head.

“I know. But I just can’t help but think what would happen if Luffy came home and he needs help?”

“He’s a grown boy now, Y/n. And even then, we can always come back here if you need to,” Shanks told you. You nodded before kissing him once more.

“Though I’d like to marry you before we set sail,” Shanks mentioned as he held your hand.

“I’d love that.”

Once you were packed up, you two headed to the village. You dropped off the vegetables to Makino while one of Shanks’s crew members brought your stuff to Shanks’s room. You wore a white dress as requested by Shanks.

“Shall we get married?” Shanks asked you.

“Who’s going to officiate?”

“My crew got the priest to quickly rush over so we can marry before we set sail.”

“You planned this didn’t you?”

“Darling, I knew I wanted to make you mine forever the moment I decided to come back to you.”

You smiled at Shanks before kissing him once more.

Shanks’s crew and a few of your close friends were your witnesses to your small and quick wedding. But it didn’t matter if it wasn’t a traditional wedding. You had each other and that’s all that mattered.

While the crew celebrated in the village, you and Shanks were enjoying each other’s company in his room on his ship. The two of you didn't wait any time to consummate your marriage together.

Shanks lied awake as you slept soundly next to him. After six rounds, you were knocked out. Shanks smiled as he kissed your forehead, finally being able to relax now that you were in his arms.

“I love you so much my love,” Shanks tells you.

—

“If it isn’t my lovely wife,” Shanks smiled as you waddled over to him.

You were eight months pregnant and Shanks was more than happy for you to be carrying his child. He quickly greeted you in the middle before kissing you on the lips.

“How is my beautiful wife?” Shanks asked you.

“I feel fat,” you tell him honestly.

“Nonsense. You’re still the most gorgeous woman in my eyes,” Shanks said.

“Plus it doesn’t help that the sea is making me sick again,” you tell him as you felt queasy.

“We’ll be docking again back home my love,” Shanks assured you before kissing you once more.

“Are you sure you're okay with staying in the village until the baby is born?" You asked him.

"Of course. I'd do anything for our family," Shanks said before kissing your head.

—

"Daddy! Come on!" Your five year old son called out as he ran towards the ocean.

"Don't go too far or else you'll give your mother a heart attack," Shanks chuckled as he carried his one year old daughter in his arm.

"Why doesn't anyone wait for me?" You complained as you waddled over towards your family.

"I'm here for you," Shanks said as he waited for you. Though you had two kids already, you were expecting one more.

"You did this to me," you joked as you pointed a finger at him.

"I don't recall you complaining about it," Shanks smiled before giving you a quick kiss.

"Mom! Can we have a bonfire later?" Your son asked you.

"Yeah. Of course baby," you nodded.

Shanks and you sat on chairs next to your son as he built a sandcastle. You smiled at Shanks as he smiled down at your daughter.

"I got a letter from Luffy. Said he plans on visiting us next month with his crew," you tell Shanks.

"Oh good. Haven't seen him in a while," Shanks said.

"I know. I'm happy to see him and his pirate crew together. Remember when he always asked for you to take him into your crew?" You asked Shanks.

"Those were the good old days," Shanks laughed a little.

"Yeah. I'm glad you came back to me sooner."

"I'm glad to. I could never imagine a life without," Shanks tells you before leaning in to kiss you.

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Rival II

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Summary: Your parents reaction when you wander off

When Pernille is finally free from her interview, her eyes instantly search for you.

You've been restless all day, full of wiggly energy that she knew she would have to wring out of you if she wanted you to fall asleep tonight.

But she couldn't spot you anywhere.

She found Magda easily enough, taking pictures and signing shirts. But she can't spy you anywhere. Her eyes glance to Jessie and Niamh but you're not with them. She looks to Millie and Sam but you're not with them either.

"Where's y/n?" She asks Magda.

Magda frowns. "Is she not with you?"

"Would I be asking if she was?" Pernille only feels a little bad for snapping but worry is flooding her body and it's the same kind of panic when you wandered off in Germany and appeared with Caro nearly an hour later.

"Is she not with the other girls?"

"No!"

The panic finally settles into Magda's face as she glances around. Her throat bobs. "We'll find her. I'll go and check in with Emma, see if she's with the staff. Why don't you ask the girls where they last saw her?"

Pernille nods and she hurries away. Jessie and Niamh both report last seeing you on the bench, as does Guro, but promise to keep an eye out.

"Whoa, P," Sam says as Pernille approaches," Is there a fire or something? What's got you moving so fast?" Her jovial attitude is warranted, seeing as Chelsea had just won but it rubs Pernille up the wrong way regardless.

"y/n's gone!" She snaps and both Sam and Millie's laughter is wiped off their faces.

"What do you mean she's gone?" Millie asks, looking around as if you'll just appear out of thin air.

"She's gone! Missing! Magda and I haven't seen her since the match ended!" Pernille feels close to tears, likes she's going to have a breakdown on the field in front of all these cameras.

Millie catches her arms, holding them tightly. "We'll find her," She promises," I swear. She's only little and nobody would be able to get onto the pitch to snatch her. She's probably wandered off. You said she likes to do that, right?"

Pernille nods. "Y-Yeah."

"Then she's just wandered off somewhere," Sam says," I'll grab some of the others, tell them that she's disappeared. We'll find her, P."

Pernille nods, albeit shakily and hurries to Magda, hoping that you've appeared at her side by now.

"Any news?"

Magda shakes her head. "Why don't you head back to the locker room? She might have gone back there."

Pernille nods slowly, hurrying off.

Magda watches her go and tries to ignore the guilt swirling in her stomach. She was meant to be watching you. She should have at least held your hand while she was signing things.

"Hey!" Erin jogs up to her," I heard y/n's missing? Any luck?"

Magda shakes her head. "I just sent Pernille to check the locker room but I'm not sure...She shouldn't have been allowed to get this far. It's all my fault."

"She likes to wander," Erin tries to console her," Yeah, you should have kept a closer eye on her but she'd have wandered regardless."

Tears prick in Magda's eyes. "She can't be lost," She says," She's only little. She used to fit in my arms. I can't have lost her."

"You haven't lost her," Erin says firmly," Go to the locker room with Pernille. I'm going to try and catch Jen and Kim, see if any of the Arsenal girls have found her."

Magda nods slightly but relents, slipping off into the tunnel with her head down. By the time she gets to the locker room, she already knows what she's going to find.

Pernille's sitting in her cubby, sobbing her eyes out and Magda breaks instantly. The girls in the locker room try to console them both but they can't.

Pernille curls into Magda's embrace and she's clutching the little blanket they had stuffed into your bag in case you got sleepy. You hadn't touched it since they left the locker room.

Magda doesn't know how long they sit there, sobbing, before Jen Beattie from Arsenal bursts in.

"We found her," She says, panting like she had just run a mile," Your kid, we found her. She's in our locker room. We've got her."

Pernille shoots up instantly, hand wrapped tightly around Magda's as they hurry after Beattie.

And there you are.

Sitting in McCabe's cubby with your swan, settled easily amongst the Arsenal girls.

Pernille's in tears all over again as she holds you tight, tucking you securely into her body before she pulls away, hands fluttering around your face to check for injuries.

Magda finds herself thanking Little profusely before hugging McCabe - a move that shocks before herself and the Arsenal player. She looks down at you fondly when you appear at her side, completely unharmed and happy as Pernille keeps a tight hold on your hand, not willing to let you go for even a moment. Magda smiles back at you.

"I like Arsenal," You say," Can I have an Arsenal jersey for the next match?"

Her smile drops.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Unrequited (NSFW)

AN: this is long so fair warning lol

Synopsis: You feel that there is a disconnect between you and your husband and haven't brought yourself to be able to tell him. He ends up finding out with something that you do or rather don't do instead.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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You let out a huge sigh as you were about to start washing the dishes from the dinner you made for the girls which consisted of fettuccine alfredo with chicken and broccoli which they barely touched after begging you for it all week.

You were exhausted and couldn't wait for your head to hit the pillow all for you to get up and do it all over again tomorrow.

The girls were playing in the living room and you called out to them to put their toys away so that when you were finished, you could get them ready for bed.

"Piper! Penelope! Start putting your toys away! It's almost time for bed."

They didn't even respond to you as you heard a key turn in the front door which led to them frantically screaming and running towards it since this was an indication that daddy was now home.

And you had conflicting feelings about it.

You loved your husband, there was absolutely no denying that and no doubt in your mind. However, it seems as if there was a disconnect between you two for the past few months and you just couldn't get past it. 

At least on your end you thought it was, but probably not to him.

"Daddy!" Was all you heard your twin girls say as they greeted him while you continued your task in the kitchen.

"Hi my sweet girls. I missed seeing you every day."

"And we missed you too." Penelope replied as Jack then handed her a stuffed bunny which she quickly embraced while handing Piper a stuffed pig, they quickly said their thank yous to him as his attention now went to finding his wife. 

"Where's mommy?" Jack asked his two girls and both of them pointed towards the kitchen while Jack simply nodded as he made his way towards you with them hot on his trail. He was confused on why you didn't greet him at the door like you usually did when he was gone for an extended period of time, but brushed it off thinking that you were probably busy and wanted to finish up quickly in order to be able to put the girls to bed.

Because you were at least an hour late.

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist before kissing your cheek and then turning you around to face him, meeting your lips with several kisses.

"Hi." Was all Jack said when you finally broke apart and your foreheads were resting against one anothers.

"Hi." You responded while hugging him tighter.

You definitely missed being in his arms, but couldn’t wrap your mind around how you were feeling and that bothered you to no end.

"Missed you bad."

"Missed you too. Didn't think you would be here until Friday."

It was only Tuesday and you had plans for making his favorite meal on Friday and blocking out time for it to just be the two of you after the both of you spent time with the girls, but now that plan had gone out the window.

"I got done early so I had to come and check on my favorite girls." Jack replied while kissing the tip of your nose as you forced a small smile.

You were doing everything in your power to fix your facial expressions so that Jack wouldn’t catch onto anything being wrong. 

"Daddy, come play with us!" Penelope exclaimed, but you immediately shook your head no.

"Girls, it's time for bed. I already let you stay up an hour past your bedtime. We have to get up early, remember?"

"Well that was until daddy got here. Please!? Just a little bit longer?"

"Come on, babe. They can stay up a little while longer." Jack suggested and you knew that you had been outvoted and it wasn’t worth putting up a fight.

"Then you're on bedtime duty. They still need to brush their teeth and need a bath and…"

Jack quickly cut you off by kissing you and all you did was look at him.

"I got it, baby. Don't worry yourself."

Easier said than done.

All you did was worry when it came to him and the girls and that had now become heightened over the last few months with no possible end in sight.

"But…"

"Just go ahead and lay down. I'll take care of them."

You then finished up cleaning the kitchen and putting everything away when you heard all three of them in the living room still lively as ever despite it being almost 9:45 at night which quickly had you grow annoyed.

You never wanted to take their time away from Jack or interrupt it since they would often go long stretches without seeing him.

However, that meant that you went long stretches without seeing him too, but when he came home his primary focus was always on the girls and you felt as if you were somewhat of an afterthought even though you knew for a fact that was the last thing that Jack ever wanted to do.

You weren't jealous or despised your twins in any way, shape, or form, and you were thankful that they were yours and made you a mother but you just missed your husband and the time that would be spent together with just the two of you.

This had been going on for a few months with him working on his new album, but that also meant that he would have to promote it as well as go on tour and you were dreading it. Which would be happening within the next two months and this would be the first time that the girls would be old enough to actually remember. They didn’t do well with him being gone for a long period of time and for good reason. That’s their father so they expected for him to be with them often. However, they would quickly forget about it once he showered them with gifts and you honestly thought that Jack didn’t understand how this could be damaging to them in the future, but you didn’t know the best way to approach him about it.

He has gotten better since they have gotten older, since he did miss a few key milestones which of course made him get upset. He wouldn’t be gone as long now, but he would be gone longer than you wanted him to be. 

But, Jack acted as if nothing was wrong between the two of you and you could only blame yourself for that because you won't open up your mouth to tell him. So, what did you do?

Suffer in silence.

As you passed by the living room, you smiled at the sight, but continued upstairs so that you could take a shower and hop in the bed as soon as possible. The girls were going to hate you tomorrow because of how early that you had to wake them up to go to school, but knew that they probably wouldn't care because of the time that they got to spend with him which you honestly couldn’t blame them for.

It was around eleven at night when you finally heard Jack’s footsteps enter your bedroom and couldn't believe that you weren't asleep yet despite how tired you were and have been for the last few days. You had your back towards the door as you were facing the window and taking in the moonlight that was peeking its way through the curtain. 

You heard him hop in the shower as you continued to lay there and stare off into the darkness figuring out how to approach him about what was bothering you, but you were at a loss.

The two of you always communicated with one another and Jack was always considerate of your feelings and wanted for you to come to him if anything was upsetting to you whether it had to do with him or not.

He wasn't in there for very long and you soon felt him slide in next to you and wrap his arms around you while reaching over to kiss your cheek. Your breathing hadn’t slowed, so he knew that you were still awake. 

"You still up, baby?" You heard him softly whisper in your ear and all you did was nod.

"You were waiting for me?" He asked as he began to kiss down your neck and slipped his hand in your panties to slowly massage your clit.

You were in fact not waiting for him by any means it just so happened that you were still awake. You just had insomnia. Even though your body was exhausted. 

But your body had other plans as it quickly responded to his touch, even though your mind wasn’t there.

Your body was currently betraying you and you wanted nothing more but to be able to give your husband the pleasure that he deserved, but something was in the way blocking it and you just couldn’t move past it as much as you wanted to.

“Yes.” You responded as you lied through your teeth to give him an answer that he would be able to be satisfied with. Even if you had told him ‘no’, it wouldn’t have mattered since your body was responding to his every touch.

“Then let me take care of that for you.” He whispered in your ear as he placed you onto your back with him hovering above you. He slipped the t-shirt that you were wearing over your head leaving you in just your pink panties which he wasted no time in taking off and throwing them across the room.

“Hmm, I missed you so much.” He quietly said as he began to kiss down your body as you were staring up at the ceiling waiting for this to be done and over with.

Jack then kissed the inner part of both of your thighs before he took one long lick across your folds which had you bucking your hips forward and quickly made him smirk.

“And I can tell your body missed me too.”

As he continued to pleasure you, your hands found a way into his hair in order to pull him as close as possible to you.

You did miss the feeling of having him all to yourself, but it seems as if this was the only time that it was able to happen, and you weren’t a fan of that at all.

But, he didn't seem to notice. 

Almost twenty minutes had passed, and you couldn’t help but to blurt it out.

“Babe, I’m close.”

You in fact weren’t anywhere near close and only had your mind on one thing.

Making sure Jack was satisfied, even though you weren’t and was lying to him.

He sped up his pace and you quickly let out a series of moans in order for it to seem like you reached your peak before Jack quickly hovered over you as he stroked himself a few times before sliding into you and bottoming out.

“Almost forgot how good it feels to have you around me. Been way too long” 

This needed to be believable and you were ready to put on an oscar worthy winning performance of the century so that he didn’t catch on. 

Because how in the world were you going to explain that?

“Shiiit.” You quietly let out and he now placed your legs on his shoulders and was steadily pounding into you.

“That’s it. You’re taking me so well, pretty girl.”

As he was moving in and out of you, he took this opportunity to lean forward and trap your lips in several kisses as his left hand moved downward and began massaging your clit in a circular motion.

“Mmm, baby… I…..”

“I know, I know. Hold on a little bit longer for me.”

It took everything in you for you not to roll your eyes, but you did as you were told.

He then leaned forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth and slightly sucked as he fingers still remained on your clit and had now increased his pace.

All you did was wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer towards you as you threw your head back.

“Fuck I’m about to cum, you gonna cum with me pretty girl?”

You eagerly nodded your head as your foreheads were now touching and it only took three more thrusts until that warm and familiar feeling filled you up.

You were scratching down Jack’s back as he was placing kisses all over your chest to ride out his high and he assumed that you were riding yours out as well, even though that was as far from the truth as it could get.

Once he recovered, he slid out of you making you wince as you flipped him onto his back and eagerly took him in your mouth making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“Shit, baby.”

“I want to show you how much I missed you.” 

The next morning, you woke up confused seeing as Jack wasn’t next to you. You turned to face the window and grabbed your phone which read 10 AM which made you immediately hop up and run to the girls’ room.

Once there, you found it empty with both of their beds made which left you at a loss.

You then went downstairs to find a note on the counter written in your husband’s handwriting.

Good morning baby,

Took the girls to the zoo and I wanted you to sleep in so I turned your alarm off. You have a hair and nail appointment at 2 and Ariel will meet you there. I also ordered your favorite breakfast from First Watch and it’s in the microwave waiting for you. Wanted you to have a self-care day since I know it’s difficult with me being gone for long periods of time. We’ll see you later and we love you.

Call me if you need me for anything,

Your loving husband 

You had finished reading the note that he had left for you and had conflicting feelings. You didn’t want to seem ungrateful because that was literally the last thing that you were, but, all you wanted was for him to spend time with you. You couldn't even remember the last time the two of you had a date night. It was simply you were at home taking care of the kids while Jack was the breadwinner and provider and when he was home, you felt as if you were an afterthought and almost ignored by your husband in a way. You didn't know when this shift had occurred but it had been weighing heavily on your mind. Why couldn’t he wake you up to go to the zoo with him and the girls? You didn't even dwell on the fact that he let them miss a day of school.

It could be admitted that you loved when he spoiled you and did amazing gestures such as this since he knew you needed a self-care day, but deep down you also needed your husband and best friend. All of the material things were a plus and you were appreciative of everything that he did for you, but you only wanted two simple things…. his time and attention. 

You sighed as you went to warm up your breakfast and ate it in silence at the island in the kitchen. It was still too early for you to get ready and leave for your appointment, so you decided to shop online for a few things that you needed to get for the house in the hopes that they would be here next week in order to pass the time.

Your phone began to go off with incoming pictures of their adventure at the zoo and knew for a fact that they would be most excited to see the elephants since that was their latest obsession.

As you scrolled through the pictures, your phone went off again alerting you that Ariel was texting you.

Ariel- I'm picking you up at 1:30! Go get ready! So excited to see you.

Being able to spend time with your best friend brought a smile to your face and you wondered if she had any advice for the current situation that you were in.

Ariel had been married longer than you had, was a lawyer, had four kids, and still found it in her busy schedule to get some one on one time with her husband and never missed a beat.

You didn't know how she did it while you were over here struggling trying to keep your head above water.

At this point, you were willing to try anything.

After some much needed girl time, Ariel had dropped you back off but you had mentioned to her wanting to talk about something and didn't want to bring it up while you were out, wanting to put your troubles in the back of your mind for a day.

So, she called you on facetime on her way home.

"Y/N, what's going on? I know that something is bothering you. You know better than to hide things from me."

"I just…. Don't know how you do it. Full time job, four kids, loving husband that will go to the ends of the earth for you."

"What are you getting at? Like Jack doesn’t do the exact same for you. Spill it."

"That’s the problem, It is him."

"What about him?"

"I'm not sure, but things aren't the same between us. At least that's how I feel from my end, I don’t know if I’m reading too much into it or what. I literally faked an orgasm last night when I had sex with him."

“Wait a minute, you did WHAT last night?” Ariel asked as she looked at you in disbelief through the facetime call.

“Faked an orgasm or multiple I should say.” You replied while shrugging, but what you didn’t hear was Jack come into the kitchen to greet you. 

“But why? As much as I hear about your wild sex stories, I’m really not understanding.”

“I… just I don’t know, I feel that we’re disconnected and not on the same page and it’s been that way for months. I just made sure that he was satisfied and that was it.”

“Jack is going to be pissed when he finds out with a capital P.”

“Well, he’s not going to find out unless you tell him, now is he?” You asked her and her eyes suddenly went wide while looking behind you and all you could mutter was ‘oh shit’. Knowing that more than likely she was looking at Jack who you knew was going to be upset with you.

So much for him not finding out.

“Too late.” Was all you heard your husband say as you quickly ended the facetime call to turn around to look at him.

He had his arms crossed while staring at you in utter disbelief.

“Babe….. I….” You started to say, but you have never in all your years of marriage seen Jack look at you the way that he was looking at you at this very moment. 

“Are you fucking serious right now? How long has this been going on?”

“Just let me explain! Baby, it’s not what you think!” 

“How do you explain faking your orgasms to your husband?”

You were silent as you stared back at him and suddenly everything you wanted to tell him wouldn't come out your mouth.

"You know what on second thought, I don't even want to hear it right now. Because I already know that it's going to be some bullshit ass excuse."

"No wait!" You exclaimed while grabbing his hand, but he quickly and forcefully pulled away from you.

"Y/N, let me go because I don't even want to look at you right now."

With a defeated sigh, you dropped your hand from his as he left the room and all you could do was sit there in disbelief.

Jack avoided you for the rest of the day as much as possible, but it was a bit difficult when it came to both of you caring for the girls. It wasn't until it was almost midnight when he came into your shared bedroom as you were scrolling through your iPad wanting to read a few chapters in this new book series that you had recently discovered.

You didn't open your mouth to say anything as he moved around the bedroom not knowing what kind of reaction that he was going to have, but when he finally sat down next to you was when you heard his voice.

"Y/N."

Here goes.

"Jackman."

"Do you want to tell me what's going on? At the very least, I deserve an explanation. Do you not want to have sex with me anymore? Are you not attracted to me?"

You sighed and placed your iPad on the dresser before giving him your full attention.

"It's not any of that at all. I just feel pushed to the side by you and when you do show me any type of attention, I feel like I'm an afterthought and it almost feels forced."

"Wait, what? Where is this even coming from?"

"You have literally been working more and more this year leaving me at home with the girls. And when you are home, all of your attention goes to them. Which I understand, they're our children, but you don't do that for me. We don't spend any time together and if we do it feels rushed or all we're doing is having sex. I don't even remember the last time that we had a date night and we spent time with each other. I just want my husband and best friend back and for him to show me that he actually loves and cares about me and that I'm important. The material things don't matter if I can't even have your undivided attention for 45 minutes. Because of the disconnect, I faked it. My mind isn't there."

Jack took a few minutes to take everything in that you had just told him before he responded to you.

"Why didn't you tell me this? So you'd rather suffer in silence than say anything?" Jack asked as he ran a hand through his curly hair.

"I just didn't know how. You're always busy and I didn't want to be another burden. So, I just acted like the good quiet wife who takes care of everything at home while her husband goes out and provides" You quietly confessed as you played with your wedding ring.

"You're my wife, why would you ever think that you were a burden?" Jack asked you, obviously hurt by what you said. The last thing that he would ever want is for you to feel that way about yourself.

All you did was shrug and Jack noticed the tears in the corners of your eyes, and he quickly wiped them away as they started to fall.

"I just… it sounds so selfish and sounds like I don't want to put my kids first, which I do. And I know you have a lot going on and I didn’t want to add more stress on you."

"You don't sound selfish, baby. I completely understand what you're saying and I wish you would have told me sooner. I don't want you to sit here and suffer. You are just as important to me as they are and I should have been showing you that."

"I just miss you and…" You started to say, but now you were full blown crying as Jack slid you onto his lap and you were now crying into his chest.

"I feel like I'm a horrible mother and I look at Ariel and she has her entire life together while I am over here struggling and…"

"Baby, stop. Stop comparing yourself to other people and you are a damn good mother. Don't ever think that you aren't for a second. You are never an afterthought to me and I admit that I have been slacking when it comes to just us spending time together and I apologize for making you feel as if you weren't important to me. We used to always have date night and like you said I can't even remember the last time we had it. This year has been a lot for our family, but it's going to be different from here on out. I'm not going to get these moments back and I need to remember that. I promise to do better going forward." 

You simply nodded as you finished wiping your tears as Jack leaned over to kiss you which made you smile.

You kissed him back before laying your head on his shoulder as he cuddled you closer to him.

"I love you and you are never going to question how important you are to me again." 

The following week on that Friday, you woke up to Jack peppering kisses all over your face which instantly made you laugh. You opened your eyes and saw that he had a tray full of food that he had placed on the bed next to you.

“What’s all this?” You curiously asked as you sat up with your back against the headboard as Jack slid it closer to you so that it was laying across your lap.

“Breakfast in bed for my beautiful wife.”

“And what’s the occasion?”

“No occasion necessary. Just because you’re my wife. That’s it and that’s all.”

“Where are my babies?” You asked as you began eating,  but suddenly had a realization when you didn’t hear anything coming from their room across the hall.

“With my parents…… all weekend.” Jack said as he smiled at you while you had a dumbfounded look on your face.

“Wait…”

“Next three days are all about you and me with no interruptions. I told you from the moment that you told me how you felt that it was going to be different.”

“But…”

“You can take a break from being superwoman for 72 hours. I have the entire weekend planned for us so we can do all of your favorite things, but for now, I want you to eat while I put on your favorite movie… or at least one of them.”

“And which movie might that be?”

"Babe, you know we have to do the Harry Potter marathon. It's only right." 

Throughout Friday and Saturday, the two of you spent quality time together while also discussing the things that would have to change moving forward so that the both of you got to spend quality time with one another while also spending quality time with your girls so that no one would feel neglected.

It was now Sunday morning and you were woken up by Jack being between your thighs which quickly led to you letting out a gasp.

Jack then looked up at you and smirked.

"We aren't leaving this bed for the rest of the day and you are damn sure not about to be faking another orgasm. So spread your legs and let me work."

You let out a yelp as he pulled you by your ankles to the end of the bed and placed your legs behind your head to continue his task of eating you out.

"Oh shiiiit."

Your juices were now running down Jack’s chin as he then inserted two fingers into you. You were trying to grasp the sheet underneath you, but was failing miserably as he continued to pleasure you.

You were about to reach your peak when you suddenly felt Jack move away from you and you glanced up at him confused.

"Babe, come on. I was close." You breathed out, eager for him to continue, but all he did was place kisses along your inner thighs before he decided to answer you.

"I know you were and that's why I stopped." Jack answered you and you couldn’t help but to get a dumbfounded look on your face.

"Wait, what? Isn't that the opposite of what you're supposed to do?" 

"Hmm, usually. But not for you. Didn't I say we weren't leaving this bed?"

"Yes."

"Because I plan on edging you until you can't fucking take it anymore."

"I…." You were at a loss for words and knew that you were about to be in for it.

"That's what happens when your wife wants to fake her orgasms. Now get your ass to the top of the bed."

You did as you were told and was now all the way at the top and Jack was now stroking himself and peering down at you.

He slowly climbed on the bed to hover over top of you as he leaned down to kiss you and you felt him enter you at the same time making both of you let out a collective gasp.

You both got into a comfortable rhythm as he leaned down to kiss you and your arms immediately went around his neck to pull him closer.

Your eyes had closed when you suddenly felt Jack stop and you opened your eyes to see that he was looking at you.

"Who told you to take your eyes off of me?"

"No one."

"Then why'd you do it?"

"I…"

"You've already started out not being a good girl for me so I don't even know if I'm about to let you cum at all." Jack answered you as he slowly and painfully started to move in and out of you again.

"Baby, come onnn." You were already at the point where you needed to release and knowing Jack and what he said, there was no way in the world that he was about to let it happen.

"We just started my pretty baby and I am nowhere near done. Be good and do as I say and I might just let you cum all over this dick."  Jack answered you as he slowly stroked your face before leaning down to kiss you once more. 

At this point, you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into and was deeply regretting ever faking it in the first place.

Jack had now increased his pace and you had leaned down in order to massage your clit to hopefully hit your peak, but he quickly pushed your hand away.

"You're just determined to disobey me aren't you?" He asked as he now placed his hand around your neck and lightly squeezed.

"But…" You started to say, but Jack just simply shook his head at you as he now increased his pace moving in and out of you, but suddenly stopped and you saw a smirk on his face making you whine.

"Babeeee."

"Turn around and get on your knees for me." Jack told you as he slid out of you making you wince.

"Face down, ass up. Hurry up. The longer you take, the longer you go without me letting you cum."

You made sure that your back was facing him before you rolled your eyes because you knew if he would have saw it, he would have said something about it.

"You have the prettiest pussy." Jack said as he started to run his fingers along your folds making you cry out in pleasure wanting nothing more than him to be inside of you again.

"And that pussy needs to be able to cum so my husband needs to hurry up and make it happen." You quietly said not knowing that Jack in fact had heard you.

"Keep getting smart with me and I'll make sure it doesn't." Was the last thing you heard before he slipped into you and started pounding at a rapid pace.

At this point, your face was in your pillow and you were trying your best not to scream out in pleasure, but it was only a matter of time where you wouldn't be able to keep quiet anymore.

"Baby, please let me cum. I can't take it anymoreeee." You weakly said, but all Jack did was let out a laugh and shake his head no although you couldn’t see him.

"No and yes you can. You're taking it just fine and stop moving." He answered you as you felt a light smack to your ass. You wanted to let out an annoyed sigh, but you knew if you did that there would be consequences.

Jack then leaned down to place kisses along your spine as he was still keeping an even pace and could feel yourself start to build up to the point that you were yearning for when he suddenly pulled out and started to eat you out once more.

Since it was unexpected, you abruptly leaned too much a little to the left and lost your balance, but Jack quickly caught you by holding onto both of your legs so that you wouldn’t topple over.

At this point you were now whimpering and begging for some relief, but you had a feeling that no matter how much you begged and pleaded with your husband that the answer was going to be no.

As Jack’s tongue was moving in and out of you, a series of moans escaped your mouth and you were almost in tears because of how much pleasure you were in.

When he began to suck on your clit, you knew you were about to lose it right then and there.

"Ohhhhh shiiiit, baby pleaseeee."

You were confident that he was about to let you cum, but of course he had other plans and abruptly stopped making you pout and grow restless.

Without saying anything to you, he flipped you back onto your back and entered you once more as you wrapped your right leg around his waist.

"How bad do you wanna cum, baby?"

"So bad, so fucking bad." You screamed out at the top of your lungs as Jack smirked while looking down at you.

"You think I should let you? You think you deserve to?"

"YESSSSSS!"

"Hmm, but I don't know if you do."

"BABY, COME ON!"

"Let's not forget our manners either. I thought I told you that only good girls get to cum?"

"I AMMMMM!"

"I'm not convinced you are, so you know what we're going to do? Or rather what I'm going to do?"

"Hmm?"

"Make myself cum with you watching me and you better not touch yourself. Better yet, let's tie you up."

"You cannot be fucking serious right now. I can't touch myself or you?"

"Nope." Jack said as he slid out of you and reached into the bedside table in order to get the handcuffs to attach you to the headboard.

Once he made sure that you were secure, he stood in front of you and slowly started to stroke himself making you squirm and whimper wanting to be able to have him in you.

"Hmm, your mouth would feel so good on me right now."

"Then untie me so I can." You said as you held eye contact with him.

"Now I know you didn't think that it was going to be that easy." He responded as he increased his pace.

You continued to keep a close eye on him as you kept squirming and was doing anything that you could think of to give yourself some type of friction in between your thighs. 

"Babe." You breathed out as he threw his head back in pleasure and you could tell that he was close.

He didn't even bother responding to you, but instead hopped up on the bed and hovered over you and you anticipated him releasing all over your chest, but he quickly surprised you.

"Open your mouth, baby."

You did as you were told and you heard a series of curses as his load shot down your throat and took the opportunity to suck him dry.

"Fuck, babe."

Jack then released himself from your mouth and leaned down to kiss you while also massaging your left nipple and rolling it between his fingers as he reached down with his other hand to insert two fingers into you.

"You ready to cum for me, baby?"

"Yes!"

All Jack did was laugh as he removed his fingers and slid back into you bottoming out. He gave you a second to adjust and then began to pound into you with no mercy making you cry out.

"Fuckkkk! Right there! Don't fucking stoppp!" You pleaded and for the first time that morning, he actually listened to your request.

"Now this time, I didn't plan on it."

Jack leaned down to place several kisses upon your lips before moving down further to take one of your nipples in his mouth and lightly suck.

He continued to do this as he then reached down and massaged small circles along your clit and knew that it was only a matter of time.

Within less than a minute, you were screaming at the top of your lungs as you squirted all over Jack who then slid out of you to suck on your clit making you squirt for a second time before finally coming down from your high.

He watched as your chest rose and fell as you were trying to even your breathing as he kissed up and down your body. 

Once he finally got to the top of your body, he released you from the handcuffs and all you could do was lay there as you felt defeated and had absolutely no energy whatsoever.

"Do not ever and I mean EVER fake an orgasm with me again. You understand?"

It took all of your strength in order to nod, but once you did, all he did was laugh.

"I'm giving you fifteen minutes and then I want you to ride me."

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FNAF Movie / / Vanessa x F!Reader

[Never Been A Fan]

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You've never been a fan of the animatronics. Vanessa tries to show you that they aren't all so bad. Content: Established Relationship, Fluff, Lots of Kisses, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Animatronics being cute af Warnings: Mentions of scars from animatronic wounds, Childhood Trauma(?) WC: 2,775

Vanessa had shown you the animatronics on your second night shift. You were about to quit right there and then, but you remembered that you needed this job. Nobody else was willing to hire you and this was the only way you could scrape by and afford to live.

Vanessa had been concerned at first upon seeing you take a step back and excuse yourself, but she didn't pry.

A few weeks had gone by and she continued to notice how shaky and touchy you had been whenever animatronics were brought up. Even when she made a passing comment regarding them, she noticed you almost freeze.

You had yet to actually go anywhere near the animatronics again since your first 'meeting', and Vanessa was itching to know why. Her curiosity was definitely getting to her, it had been a couple months after all. She would never know how you had managed to avoid them for so long.

Eventually, she decided to talk to you regarding the machines which seemed to have you scared.

"Hey, Y/N," Vanessa greeted you as she entered the office, an annoyed look on her face, "How many times have I told you to lock the door when you're on shift?"

You gave her a shy smile, "Sorry, Nessy."

She couldn't help but smile back, "What am I gonna do with you?" she rolled her eyes before putting her wet coat down onto the nearby desk.

You leaned back into your chair before looking back at the monitors, "You know nobody ever comes around here besides you anyways..."

You weren't wrong. But Vanessa just wanted to make sure you were absolutely safe... Well, as safe as you can be with possessed animatronics in the other room.

The blonde couldn't help but come up behind your chair, she leaned forward to wrap her arms around you - her chin resting on your shoulder, "Missed you..." she admitted.

You rolled your eyes, "You saw me last night, Nessy," you still leaned back into her touch regardless.

"Doesn't mean I can't miss you," she smiled before pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before pulling away.

The two of you had then chatted for the next few hours of your shift, talking about future plans and whatnot. The night was indeed moving slow as, yet again, nothing was happening on any of the monitors.

Vanessa tapped her fingers against the desk, looking over at the monitors. She couldn't help but notice that none of the monitors were showing the animatronics.

She bit her lip before looking back towards you, your eyes had started to flicker shut here and there as sleep started to take over.

"Been meaning to ask you," Vanessa started, causing your eyes to snap open and look over at her, "Would you mind helping me clean the animatronics' stage tomorrow night? It's not lookin' too good. Hasn't been touched in a while."

Your heartbeat immediately increased.

"Y-You want me to help?"

"It would be much quicker with the both of us," she offered you a soft smile, knowing damn well that you wouldn't be able to deny her.

"I-I don't know. Maybe..."

"You haven't been near the animatronics since you first met them," she finally decided to be blunt with you.

You looked away from her, yours eyes focusing on some random screen, "I just haven't had a reason to."

"You don't have to lie to me, baby," her voice was soft, "If you have a problem with them, I wouldn't like to force you to go near them. You can talk to me."

You nervously scratched the back of your neck before searching for her eyes again, "I... I had a bit of a problem with some animatronics when I was younger... Back when Freddy Fazbear's first opened."

"You actually came here when you were a kid?"

Nodding, you stood up from your chair to go and sit next to her at the desk in the centre of the office, "Mhm... I was there for some kid's birthday party."

"Some kid?"

With a sigh, you frowned, "Well... She was my best friend back in school. At least I thought she was," you scooted your chair closer to Vanessa's so you could lean your head on her shoulder, her arm coming to wrap around you, "It was her, me and a bunch of other friends from our class."

Vanessa's hand rubbed your arm in comfort as she held you as closely to her side, "Something tells me you don't speak to these people anymore."

"Nah... Not worth my time. They all decided to play a 'prank' on me. My 'best friend' had organised it apparently," you bit your lip, slowly starting to feel like an idiot, "This is stupid, Nessy. I was young and scared and I shouldn't let it affect me now and-"

"Y/N. It's not stupid if it hurt you like this. It must've been pretty bad if it still affects you now." She waited patiently for you to continue.

You gulped harshly, "A few groups of other kids were there meeting the animatronics on the stage. And we thought it would be a good idea for us to meet them, too. It was my friend's birthday so... I was already scared to begin with, they kind of freaked me out," you let out a nervous laugh before clearing your throat, "Anyways, my friends decided I should go first and get it over with. I wasn't against the idea so I agreed..." you pulled away from Vanessa to roll your sleeve up, revealing a huge scar trailing down from your elbow to your wrist.

"What happened?" Vanessa said, shocked at how big the scarring was as she held your arm gently, tracing her fingers down it.

"I think there was three or four of my friends holding my arm? They were telling me to shake Fredbear's hand... and they wouldn't let go. But they thought it would be funny if they just shoved my arm into his mouth. I'm honestly surprised it didn't rip my arm off, considering I was a kid. All I remember was there was a lot of blood. Some of my friends laughed which just kind of fucked me up, I guess? I know it's stupid, but I've been afraid of animatronics ever since. Especially these ones," you nodded over towards the monitors, "Now that I know they have the ability to move freely..."

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Vanessa frowned before pulling you back into her side, "I understand, don't worry. It's not stupid. They can be scary and dangerous. They're massive robots after all."

"If you want me to help you clean the stage tomorrow night, I will," you nodded, "I don't mind."

"I'm not pressuring you, Y/N. If it's too much for you, then it's okay. I'd never want to bring up any past trauma. I'm sorry for prying."

"I was bound to tell you eventually," you shrugged, reassuring her, "It's okay, V... Maybe it's about time I faced them." You weren't entirely sure of yourself, but you knew you had to try.

A smile graced Vanessa's face, "They're big ol' softies. You'll love them. We can take it slow, and if you start to feel uneasy we can stop."

You nodded before kissing her on the cheek, "I'd like that."

"Okay. Remember the rules, yes?" Vanessa folded her arms, eyeing the animatronics up and down.

All of them simply stared at her, cocking their heads.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes."

Vanessa had arrived the pizza place an hour before your shift, deciding to chat with the animatronics before you showed up. She had established some rules, simple things like not to go near you or touch you or do anything without your prior permission. No loud noises or sudden moves were allowed either. Foxy had stomped his foot in outrage at first, but he soon calmed down. Chica was to also make sure that her cupcake was kept in check.

"We're gonna have fun tonight, guys," she promised, "I've got a couple blankets and pillows all ready to go if we manage to get to the main event without spooking Y/N."

They were all indeed excited. Vanessa had come to them during the day a few times to make sure they were okay. She had talked about you nonstop to them and they were desperate to get to know you. They trusted Vanessa when she said that you were amazing. A friend of Vanessa's was a friend of theirs.

Eventually, you had arrived at the pizza place. You stopped in your tracks upon seeing the animatronics standing in front of the main stage.

"Hey, Y/N," a huge smile was on Vanessa's face as she walked over to you, "I hope this is okay? We've gone over some rules and I promise you they won't come anywhere near you unless you say so."

You felt your hands shake in slight fear, but you took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay..."

Vanessa leaned down to peck you sweetly on the lips, "They're just gonna hang around whilst we clean the stage."

You couldn't help but smile at the kiss.

The stage was looking spotless after an hour or so. It would've been done a lot sooner but you couldn't help but stop and look at the animatronics every so often, just double checking that they weren't doing anything they weren't supposed to.

You were indeed surprised when they actually did stay still, simply observing you and Vanessa.

"Good job, Y/N," Vanessa said, proud of you for sticking it through, "I think that about does it," she nodded looked around the stage. She leaned her mop against a nearby wall. She hopped off the stage and walked towards the animatronics, "Thanks for letting us do that," she smiled at them. They all nodded in response. She turned towards you, you were still standing on the stage shifting nervously, "You wanna come say hi?" she wondered.

You placed your mop next to Vanessa's before stepping off the stage. Your hand instinctively started to rub your sleeve, above your scar.

"I-I don't know," you stopped a few feet away.

"They've been wanting to get to know you for a while. I've been talking their ears off about you and they want to see what all the fuss is about," she winked.

"There's not much to talk about when it comes to me," you muttered.

Vanessa rolled her eyes, walking over to you, "Don't be silly. You're incredible. They already love you, just give them a chance."

Vanessa lead you over towards them, stopping a few metres in front. Freddy slowly lifted a hand to wave at you, it almost seemed like he was smiling. You couldn't help but smile back, despite the nerves flowing within you.

"I'm sure you know their names, but it's still nice to do introductions," she wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled in you in close to her side, "Y/N. This is Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy. Guys... This is Y/N. The gorgeous girl of my dreams," she teased. You couldn't help but blush at her comment.

They all remained still, cocking their heads - clearly interested.

They didn't seem so bad...

"Hi..." you managed to squeak out, "It's nice to finally meet you."

Vanessa was proud of you for taking this step. It may have seemed to easy to others, but for you it was difficult. She would never judge you for something like this and she was prepared to help you every step of the way.

"Now that the stage is clean... How about we get to the main event?"

"The main event?" you wondered.

She smirked before moving away from you, she grabbed a blanket off of the table, "Did you know that they love to build forts?" she grinned happily.

"F-Forts?" you raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?"

Turns out, she was being serious.

You stood off to the side as the animatronics moved around the room, carefully making sure not to spook you. Bonnie and Foxy had dropped a table causing a loud bang which had indeed made you jump. The two of them had looked towards you and nodded their heads, you took it as their way of saying sorry. You couldn't stop the small smile from appearing on your face.

An involuntary giggle had escaped you as Chica hit Freddy in the leg with a chair, Freddy had glared at her before bopping her on the head.

Vanessa smiled, watching you.

"Almost there, guys," Vanessa encouraged.

Eventually, the tables and chairs were all piled up in the centre of the room creating a suitable outside to a fort. Vanessa gave them a thumbs up, "Good job." Moments later, the animatronics had all made their way to the fort and lay down on the floor. Vanessa used the blankets to create a roof over them, "Lookin' cozy down there, guys. Mind if I join?" her eyes found yours, "You wanna lay down with me?" she asked, praying you would say yes.

You bit your lip, looking down at the fort, "I don't think so..."

Vanessa frowned, "Oh... That's okay, Y/N." She still lay down next to Bonnie despite the ache in her heart, she really wanted you to be a part of this. She loved being around the animatronics, she loved to give them company. This wasn't a new thing for her to do. The blankets and pillows on the floor were warm, she just wished you were there too.

You looked down at them all. This was quite a scene.

You rocked on your feet, contemplating on whether or not you should face your fears.

"It's nice and warm down here, Y/N. You're missing out."

You then noticed that Bonnie was giving you a thumbs up. You couldn't deny that they were adorable... They were just kids after all.

Deciding to trust Vanessa, you slowly walked over. There was big enough space between Vanessa and Freddy for you to comfortably slip into. Freddy noticed your approach and carefully moved as far away as he could, giving you the space you needed.

Your heartbeat had slowed, really appreciating how the animatronics had been careful around you.

Vanessa couldn't stop the huge smile on her face as she saw you sit next to her.

She quickly wrapped her arms around you and pulled you down into a tight hug.

"Look at you," she laughed, squeezing you softly, "I'm so proud of you, Y/N."

You smiled before wrapping your own arms around the blonde, your head happily resting against her, "Thank you, Nessy," you whispered.

"I love you," she had muttered before manoeuvring the two of you so you were both comfortable in amongst the pillows, blankets... and animatronics. She brought you in for a soft and deep kiss, happy to finally have you in her arms.

Your arms tightened around her as you reciprocated the kiss.

The two of you hadn't really intended for the kiss to go on as long as it did, Vanessa's hands had slowly started to rub your sides.

A loud bang caused you to break away, however.

You both looked over towards the cause and noticed that a part of the fort had fallen, a blanket covered Foxy's head. You were sure the other animatronics would be laughing if they could.

Vanessa giggled before kissing you for a final time, "Looks like the fort needs some work," she sighed before untangling herself from you to go and save Foxy, she couldn't help but giggle again as Foxy's arms flailed about trying to free himself.

You slowly turned your head to face Freddy. Your body froze as you saw him looking back at you. Fear was definitely still there... But another ray of emotions and feelings were flooding in. One of them being trust. You were starting to trust the animatronics, thanks to Vanessa's help.

You simply smiled at Freddy.

And he seemed to smile back.

Taglist: @marvelwomen-simp ; @emiliaisdead ; @natashas-whore

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Charlie: (folded up and hunched over with chin in hands) (brooding)

Vaggie: "Someone's got a lovely long face today."

Charlie: (sighs) "Sorry..."

Vaggie: "Don't be, sweetie." (sits and hunches over too, hands clasped) "What's got you down?"

Charlie: "You, kinda."

Vaggie: "Me?" (terrified) "What did-"

Charlie: "And all this." (waves at vaggie next to her) "Specifically."

Vaggie: (edges away) "Is it the 'sweetie' thing? 'Cause I'll stop-"

Charlie: "No. No, I like it." (sighs again) "Vaggie, in the wonderful, amazing, dream-like over a YEAR we've known each other now, have you ever, like..."

Vaggie: (edging closer again) "...have I ever...?"

Charlie: "Killed anyone?"

Vaggie: "Wh- No!"

Charlie: "Not even a little?"

Vaggie: "What would 'killed them a little' even look like..? I mean, sure I've thought about maiming people, and probably would've a few times if you hadn't been there, but-"

Charlie: "What about when I wasn't looking? No... sneaking out for some midnight murder sprees?"

Vaggie: "Charlie- I can't even get up to use the bathroom without you tearing up half the bed with your claws looking for me. We've had to get new sheets three times this month. And last time I took a midnight shower, I found you curled up on the floor just outside the door afterwards. I almost STEPPED on you!"

Charlie: (pouting) "You were gone when I woke up."

Vaggie: "I was gone maybe ten minutes."

Charlie: "And I was missing you."

Vaggie: "Yeah. I figured." (smiles) "So how the fuck am I supposed to be sneaking out to kill people, when I'm best friends with the biggest cuddle bug in all creation?"

Charlie: "I don't know!" (frustrated) "NONE of this makes any SENSE!"

Vaggie: ".... now I feel like I'm missing something."

Charlie: "You're not though! That's why-" (GROWLS) (yanks at hair)

Vaggie: "Okay, hey- Charlie?" (takes her hand) "Talk to me?"

Charlie: "....."

Charlie: "...why're you still here?"

Vaggie: "Do you... want me to move out?"

Charlie: "NO! Never! I, you- I don't even know how I'd-"

Vaggie: "So that's not the problem here. What is?"

Charlie: "The PROBLEM is- I want you here, but you shouldn't BE here! You're not a bad person! Whatever you did or used to do- you haven't been for a whole YEAR, and I'm just- just being stupid and selfish wanting you to stay, but you-"

Vaggie: "You're not-"

Charlie: "-aren’t doing anything bad! So WHY-"

Vaggie: "Charlie, hold on- no- you're not stupid or selfish. You've been alone, and that's not something you did anything to deserve, okay?"

Charlie: "...."

Vaggie: "You can be sad without apologizing for it too, you know."

Charlie: (slumping) "Why are you still in hell, Vaggie?"

Vaggie: (wryly) "Not like I've got wings to flutter off with."

Charlie: "You deserve them."

Vaggie: "..... thanks for saying so, sweetie."

Charlie: "It's true."

Vaggie: “Pretty sure it’s not, since I don’t have them.”

Charlie: “You should. You should have them.”

Vaggie: “I’d rather have this.”

Vaggie: (lifts their hands)

Vaggie: “Who needs wings, when you’ve got the best cuddle bug ever. Right?”

Charlie: (holds tight) “…heaven’s probably better. Full of people you wouldn’t want to even maim. That’s where you belong, not down here in hell…”

Vaggie: “…with you?”

Charlie: “Oh I’d be fine!”

Vaggie: (lifts brow)

Charlie: “Really!” (looks away) “It’d be good. Knowing you’re up there in heaven, and, happy.”

Vaggie: “I wouldn’t be happy.”

Charlie: “Sure you would.” (miserable) “It’s heaven.”

Vaggie: “Hell’s better. It’s where you are.”

Charlie: “Vaggie…”

Vaggie: “Charlie.”

Charlie: “Be serious? Please?”

Vaggie: “I am. But it's not gonna work if you don’t listen to it.”

Charlie: “Fine.”

Charlie: (deep breath) (looks vaggie in the eye)

Charlie: “Vaggie. Do you want me to try getting you into heaven?”

Vaggie: “No.”

Charlie: (voice crack) “Are you SURE?”

Vaggie: “I’m not going anywhere. I’d miss you too much.”

Charlie: “...okay.”

Charlie: (laughs wetly) “Okay. I’d. Same.”

Vaggie: “Yeah.”

Vaggie: (dabs away charlie’s tears)

Vaggie: “You’ve been feeling extra lonely haven' you, thinking about all that on your own.”

Charlie: “Maybe. A little.”

Vaggie: “…sorry I didn’t, you know. Make sure you knew sooner. ”

Charile: (laughs for real) “Don’t be. Not like I asked.”

Vaggie: (smiles) “Sorry for making you feel like you even had to ask.”

Charlie: “Um. Uh.” (clears throat) “You’re forgiven?”

Vaggie: (chuckles)

Charlie: “…and, you’ll tell me, if you change your mind? About the whole heaven thing?”

Vaggie: “I won’t change my mind, Charlie.”

Charlie: “But if you do, you’ll say so?”

Vaggie: “Mmm, kinda feels like you’re saying it like you think I will.”

Charlie: “No. I mean you can, I just… don’t wanna worry about it like this again.”

Vaggie: “Oh. Then I promise-”

Charlie: “Thank you.”

Vaggie: “-if you promise me you’ll let me know what’s going on in that brilliant head of yours.”

Charlie: “Pfft- More silly than brilliant. Didn’t wanna bother you.”

Vaggie: “Bother me? Now you're really sounding silly. You’re not the only one who’s been lonely.”

Charlie: “Huh? You? Why were you- Ohhh…”

Vaggie: “You’ve been a million miles away lately. Welcome back.”

Charlie: “Aww Vaggie! Were you missing me, even when I was right in front of you???”

Vaggie: “Don’t even.”

Charlie: “That’s so cuuuute~”

Vaggie: “Don't. You've been worse. You were impersonating a rug- You clung on so hard after I picked you up I couldn’t even get the blankets over us again.”

Charlie: “Lucky I make a good blanket!”

Vaggie: “The best. But you still gotta stop sleeping in front of the bathroom door.”

Charlie: “I can, try?”

Vaggie: “Is it really that hard to stay in a warm soft bed?”

Charlie: “It is when you’re not there!”

Vaggie: “Sweetie, please. I’ll be coming right back.”

Charlie: “…then I can wait.”

Vaggie: “Good.”

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: “Probably. I think I can probably wait.”

Vaggie: “Ugghh...”

Vaggie: (playfully bumps shoulders) (leans in as charlie hugs her instead)

[ssahotchnerr]

A soft little Aaron thought<33

Aaron waking you up with kisses all over your face and neck. No sexual motivation behind it. Just lovey little kisses to you. He's so smiley when you open your eyes sleepily. He says "Good morning<3:)" and kisses your lips and brushes his nose against yours<3333. It's his favourite SOFT way to wake you up 🤭🤭.

Hope this is okay bestie<3. First thing I thought of when you asked for soft!Hotch<3

closer

that's so so sweet 🥹 cw; bau!reader, established relationship, minor aaron angst about him not sleeping :( but so so much fluff

despite how soft aaron's lips were, their gentleness never failed to arouse you. it was the most serene way possible to slowly pull you from sleep, lightly bringing you back to the awareness of the world but not all at once.

pepper-light kisses started at your temple, before trailing down to your cheek, then to your jawline, and moving even lower to find home at your neck. from there, even more kisses were scattered along the surface of your skin before the route restarted at your cheek, but not before stopping momentarily at your lips.

there was a time in your life where an alarm clock signaled the start of your day.

this was better.

your hand moved upwards, your fingers weaving into aaron's dark hair, scratching your nails against his scalp softly to indicate you were awake.

"good morning." aaron's voice was clad with sleep, a bit hoarse from the disuse.

"hmph." you hummed in response, a small smile taking form on your face as you stretched. as you opened your eyes to find your favorite person, his hair was tousled, the comforter pulled up past his shoulders- he looked adorably comfortable. his own eyes were lined with an eagerness, full of content now that you were awake. with the relaxed expression adorned on his face, it appeared almost as if a younger aaron was staring right back at you.

you would never forget; when you first had first joined the bau, aaron would enter the roundtable room, exit his office, with the heaviest eye bags you've ever seen. it wasn't an every-once-in-a-while thing either, it was a daily occurrence.

it appeared as if he never slept, which you almost believed to be true at one point. almost nightly, he would remain in his office as everyone else left, scribbling away at paperwork, rifling through case file after case file, a fresh cup of coffee on the side.

and when you arrived back in the morning, the same visual was there. pen working furiously, a stack of never ending files, another steaming mug of caffeine nearby. his shoulders were tense as he held his posture while sitting, but it was seemingly forced, as if he disguising or refraining from letting them slouch with his exhaustion.

and now, his previous dark circles under his eyes were almost nonexistent. they almost never appeared, except for the instance a case took a heavy toll, and you had a lot to do with the result. in addition, the obvious change was what indicated to the team he was seeing someone, and soon afterwards that someone was revealed to be you.

he was well rested, relaxed, happy.

it also gave you a feeling you couldn't quite put into words- knowing you contributed in giving him a sense of peace; peace he never thought he was capable of experiencing again. night, for him, no longer served the purpose of overworking, or overthinking, but rather a time where rigid shoulders didn't have authority.

"always waking me up, aren't you hotchner?"

a sweet laugh escaped him, his eyes simply glowing as he gazed at you lovingly. unable to help himself, he lazily pressed his lips to yours once more, brushing his nose to yours and staying close. "i missed you."

you rolled over slightly, draping an arm around him, and then doing the same with one of your legs, hooking him strictly to you. "haven't gone anywhere, my love."

and never planning on it.

his face easily found the crook of your neck, where he once again began littering it with kisses. his breath was warm against your skin as he spoke, scooting himself even closer to you if it were possible. "doesn't matter."

the two of you remained like that, unwilling to part, not ready to begin the day just yet. moments like these were your favorite, whether in the morning or at night as you both fell into the depths of sleep, where the two of you could just be together. or rather, just be. nothing else required your attention, no other responsibilities, not needing anything else in the world but each other.

as aaron had the most comfortable, soft yet solid torso, you nearly began dozing off again. but he spoke up, his mumbled voice vibrating against your neck.

"i think i'll always miss you. no matter how close you happen to be."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I CAME AND I SAW THAT U WERE ALSO INFECTED WITH THE SILLY PUPPET THING,WELCOME..TO THE COMMUNITY! (Get it?)

May I request some headcanons of Barnaby,Sally and Wally meeting a Very Old Goose Puppet Y/n? Just this worn out,Raggedy and Intimidating Goose Grandparent who then absolutely babies them and teaches them self defense tricks,making them soup,maybe they worked as some sort of guard or security! Just pepaw/granny goose caring over these silly puppets.also like they could be going round the forest and a feral bear pops up,Pepaw Goose just turns around and hiss at it and the bear scampers off while Pepaw is like “Anyways-“ (Thoight would be funny because Geese are used as Guard animals)

Have a nice day! ^^ or night if it’s late!

Yeah!! I was genuinely surprised at the amount of Wally x Reader stuff here but I'm all for it!

Also ngl I've been playing a lot of Untitled Goose Game recently so,,, this ask couldn't have come at a better time /pos

........

Barnaby

Honestly, when this lad first saw you emerge from the woods...he was about to run back home with his tail tucked between his legs. You gave him quite a fright!

You were a goose who was about Poppy's height--if not taller--with ragged greyed feathers and [e/c] eyes that look nearly bloodshot, your legs and bill having stitches, and some loose stuffing falling out of your main body.

All in all...you had a very intimidating disposition.

But when you approach Barnaby, it turns out you're just returning one of his juggling pins that he accidentally flung out into the forest.

"You best keep an eye on your juggling kits, dear." You speak in a gentle, raspy voice.

"Th-Thanks...are you from the barn too?"

"A different one. I used to be a guard for the little gooselings and other farm animals in my prime years but---oh..how about we walk and talk, hm? Do you live close by?"

And that's how Barnaby got to know you! He felt bad for judging you by your appearance, as while you look scary..you're just a sweet ol' geeser (yes he's made that pun a few times and you love it) whose kind heart and soul haven't gone anywhere.

You've come to care for everybody in the neighborhood, especially the big blue dog who sometimes gets into accidents while performing stunts.

In those cases, you always know how to nurse him back to health.

At some point, he and everybody else start to see you as a grandparent, calling you [Pa/Ma]...which makes you especially happy.

Sally

When you were younger, you saw her descend to earth, thinking it was just an ordinary shooting star.

You made a wish that you'll be able to find some good friends to spend the rest of your days with. Being a geese guard was a lonely job sometimes..

Many years later, you see that same star--now one who walked and talked--strolling through the forest near your barn. And you were ecstatic, wanting to introduce yourself!

Even though Sally's never met you till now, she's flattered to learn you wished upon her....and even happier to know she made that wish come true!

Your initial appearance surprised her, but she's eager to run back to town and introduce you to everyone!

So that's where you two head to, though as you're both talking (which is mostly her rambling about the next play she's performing tonight), an aggressive bear suddenly leaps out and roars, frightening her-

Until you hiss at it, extending your wings in a threatening manner, which immediately drove the beast back into the woods.

Then you turn back to the gawking star with the sweetest, most apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about that, dearie..do continue."

And she does for a little while, but you end up using that bear encounter as a teaching moment, showing her (and the others once you meet them) how to best defend themselves against possible bear attacks (or any wild animal attack in general). You made it your mission to keep these young folks safe.

Sally would definitely incorporate these lessons into her plays, which you grew to adore, refusing to miss a single one.

Wally

It was actually Poppy who introduced you to the gang, since you've watched over the barn she's lived in since she was a little baby bird. She basically considers you her parent.

You helped her out with her anxiety issues and baking mishaps over the years, so everybody warms up to you quick after learning your ties to each other.

Wally's no different. He's not too intimidated by your height nor raggedy feathers (man knows to respect his elders).

If anything, he's impressed that your felt and stuffing are still keeping you together, but offers to help you get patched up.

"Oh thank you, sweetie!" You croon. "You know..this town is blessed to have such a kind and handsome gentleman like yourself here."

Hearing that instantly melted his heart.

Soon enough, you get acquainted with the others and take care of them if they need help with anything.

Within the neighborhood, you ensure no wildlife breaks into the grocery store and makes off with any food (especially apples), always keeping watch.

Wally admires your nurturing and protective nature, knowing you're a very wise bird who offers the best advice..

Whenever he's lost on inspiration for art projects or just...feeling stressed over whatever, you're there to help him how ever you can.

When he got caught out in a rainstorm and got sick one day, you made him some delicious soup that helped him feel better within hours.

And of course, Home's happy to see you taking care of their owner. So you're always welcomed inside.

[sheriffgrimes-archerdixon]

OMG CAN YOU PLEASE DO DARYL AS A PARENT FIGURE???!!!?!! 😭😭😭

I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY LIKE THAT 😭

A/N: thank you so much for the idea!!! I hope this is okay!!! I was tempted to go full out and have him be an actual dad, but this’ll do for now. If you’d all like an actual story where Daryl’s a dad of the reader then please do lmk!! Also there are other Daryl father figure stories on my page so feel free to have a scroll!!<3

Synopsis: reader lost her family at the beginning of the apocalypse, she finally breaks and Daryl is there to comfort her.

Female! Reader x father figure! Daryl.

You were upset. Clearly. Like a ticking time bomb. You were staring down at the ground, the group had gone through a hell of a lot of shit to get to this point and the pain of losing people and seeing such blood shed welcomed in a new emotion for you. Pure agony. Agony that you hadn’t felt in a long time. The last time you felt it was when your family had been killed and turned into walkers. And losing all parental figures in one night was devastating.

“You good?” A voice came from the side and you glanced up seeing Daryl resting his shoulder against a tree crossbow hung over his other shoulder as he stared at you worriedly “I’m fine.” You murmured looking away from him, hearing him make a slight laughing sound as if he didn’t believe you “talk to me y/n…” he wasn’t one to ever push but he saw you were struggling. You remained quiet for a while just staring before you slowly looked at him before standing up “I lost my family… to the dead at the beginning of this shit show. They were ripped from me in an instant… sure my family wasn’t perfect but they all loved me and I loved them.” Daryl’s face contorted with sadness as he stared at you sadly. Oh how he wished he had a supportive family… he only really had Merle and the man was toxic as hell.

“I- I- seeing everything today it just brought back all the memories. Hearing my parents scream for mercy… seeing their blood… seeing how the dead ripped their faces off.” Tears were now streaming down your cheeks without you even realising as you let out a shaky breath. Daryl slowly got closer to you “I wanted to save them. I hated that I couldn’t save them… I- I- I needed to save them and it fucking kills me that I can’t go back and rescue them.. I should’ve done more… I- I needed to do more they needed me and I just stood there too scared and then I ran off and—“ your sobbing suddenly grew louder as then and there you broke in front of Daryl. He was the type you could trust. You wouldn’t of opened up like this to anyone else, maybe Rick, but Daryl was like a father to you. At the worst of times he kept you stable.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly “easy y/n.” He soothed holding you close to his chest. He rubbed up and down your back delicately “blaming yourself doesn’t get you anywhere.” He blamed himself over a lot of things so he understood but he knew it wouldn’t help anything. “Not your fault.” He spoke to you quietly as you sobbed into his chest, his grip on you was light at first before eventually he secured his grip on you tightening it as he pulled you impossibly closer “it’s okay…” You couldn’t focus though, only crying more as your hands weakly pushed against his chest, angry at yourself as weak cries continued leaving your lips Daryl keeping a protective hold on you, your hands continued hitting at his chest and he only held you closer to him “easy… breathe…” he soothed as softly as he could.

He dropped his free arm down momentarily so he could drop his crossbow down onto the floor before he pulled you closer to him again holding you tight “I miss my dad…. I miss my dad… I miss him so much.” Daryl’s heart broke for you and he held you closer, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head, his hand soon coming up to caress against the back of your head. “It’s okay.. it’s all going to be okay.. I’m here for you.” He didn’t dare let you go. You continued crying about missing your dad and he didn’t let go, he just held you, and as your sobbing eventually calmed down he pulled back slightly only to see you now clawing at his shirt to keep him there and he knew you needed him so he leaned in closer to you again.

“Your family would be so proud of you for how far you’ve come.” He murmured to you gently. “For killing people?” You murmured with a soft cry. “No.” He pulled back resting his hands against your shoulders “for surviving. We’ve all got to just survive somehow. Right? And you did just that…” he smiled warmly and you sniffled, before his hand came up to wipe against your cheek getting rid of the tears that lingered against your skin. “Look up.” He nodded up and you slowly glanced up at the dark night sky, twinkling stars shining down on you both. Daryl wasn’t the sentimental type to believe stars were lost loved ones but he could pretend for you… “they’re shining down on you always… proud and happy. Supporting you.” A small smile broke out on your face and you leaned into him, holding onto him tightly, “yeah…. Thank you… love you.” You murmured quietly without even thinking and he leaned down kissing your forehead. “Love you too sunshine.”

[divine-misfortune]

Hello! For the smut prompts:

“I need to be inside you/you to be inside me“

„In the bath“

With Dewther please?

So....I got....Carried away. This is 2.2k words of Dewther being gross and in love and also really fucking horny about finally being together again.

Mild cw for talk of knotting and the slightest mention of cumflation towards the end, and a bit of weirdly possessive Aether for spice.

Read on ao3 or below!

The atmosphere in the bathroom was heavy, made thick by the rich scents of lavender and geranium. It made his lungs feel warm. Each breath was close to intoxicating, something floral and sweet mingling with the familiar spice that was so unapologetically Dewdrop. To say it was going to his head would be an understatement, almost high off the air of intimacy alone. 

Aether drew in another greedy, full-bodied breath and the little ghoul plastered against his chest stirred. Dew's tail draped over the edge of the tub flicked with a minor annoyance and he carefully wrapped both arms around his midsection, kissing the top of his head with a sympathetic sound.

Safe in the quintessence ghoul's strong embrace Dew mirrored his sigh. Content, finally.

Months of travel took its toll, Aether knew that and couldn't say he missed that part of touring. Too small bunks on a swaying tour bus, lumpy hotel beds with starchy sheets, the entire god awful experience of airports and airplanes in general - Hell, in short. Dew had always struggled with the inconsistent and uncomfortable travel, Aether's own absence surely only added to the distress. The fire ghoul hadn't let him out of arm's reach since they'd reunited that morning. Not that he was complaining, or that he himself hadn’t been equally as bad.

Clingy was one word to describe his behavior but territorial was a better, more accurate one. 

He drew Dew closer, as much closer as he could manage which wasn't much. Bare skin to bare skin, back to chest, the only thing between them was the literal atoms that made them but even that wasn't close enough for Aether. It was almost enough to ease irksome yearning trying to carve itself into his bones. All those months without his pack - without Dew - had started to physically hurt and he never wanted to let him go now that they were together again. The idea was sort of nauseating. 

But he tucked Dew's hair behind his ear. A gesture to prove this moment real, an act of tenderness that was as self serving as it was self soothing. Dew chirped curiously, soft enough Aether suspected he had started to nod off.

“You still with me droplet?” 

“Mm…” He nods, or tries to. It proves to be too much effort for him to commit to, “haven't gone anywhere.” 

There’s a sleepy, floaty quality about his voice that just about makes his heart flutter. 

Aether chuffed out a laugh against his neck and Dew's ear twitched as he tried to shy away from the ticklish breath. He settled quickly though. All it took was Aether petting the flat of his hand over his belly, drawing another shallow sigh out of him. Content as he should be, as he deserved to be. 

“Missed you y'know,” he mumbled into the curve of his shoulder, against the warmth of his skin. It wasn't the first time he'd said it since their reunion and it certainly wouldn't be the last but the words carried the same weight. He hoped they'd stick and linger on Dew with all the permanency of scar tissue. 

“Course you missed your favorite fire ghoul.” 

“Ifrit didn't go anywhere though.”

“Wh-” Dew’s tail slapped against the surface of the water as he sat upright, ears pinning back as he threw a glare over his shoulder. His eyes were still a touch foggy with exhaustion. “We were having a nice moment, asshole. Don't make me boil you in this tub.” 

His pointed nose scrunched up with a feigned distaste as he folded his arms and Aether laughed again. Full bellied and genuine. Contempt was a mask he wore with ease but that was all it was, a mask that Aether saw clear beneath. He'd long since wormed his way under that rough exterior  and made a home in his carefully guarded affections, and since then Dew couldn’t hide a thing from him. 

“Oh you wouldn't,” Aether hummed with a confidence Dew scoffed at. He kissed the space under his ear, and once more under his jaw “I know my sweet boy better than that….” Wandering from his belly, his hand settled to pet over his hip, fingers dipping into the cut of it. Far enough to get Dew squirming a little, “know you missed me too baby.” 

“Nn…Maybe a little bit.” His pulse jumped under the brush of lips, more truthful than the fire ghoul intended to be that's for sure. An open mouthed kiss to the side of his neck was all it took to elicit honesty in a shudder. His knees poking above the water almost knocked together, a few kisses and Aether knew he had that cute little cock starting to fatten up. “...Missed you too Aeth,” he finally confessed, much like prayer. 

As much as Dew appeared to prefer a more silent variety of affection, he was impossibly weak to being loved on. Adoring whispers of I love you was all Aether needed to bring some pink to those high cheekbones. Chaste kisses and casual displays alone could get his dick twitching with interest and Aether loved that about him. Loved how sweet of a weakness it was, and how easily he could exploit such a proclivity nearly as much. 

“Say it again” Aether instructed, teasing his nails through the cornsilk hair just above where Dew needed him. He'd barely brushed the base of his cock and Dew was starting to blush a proper, more fitting of a fire ghoul, red. 

Somehow Dew melted further, like he was trying to meld himself entirely with his mate. His knees fell apart against either side of the tub. More than invitation. 

“Missed you, fuck, Aeth I missed you every fucking second.” He choked out, head falling back against his shoulder, “need you to touch it. Touch me, remind me.”

The flowery air turns spiced, clove just starting to be exposed to heat. Faint yet growing. Aether couldn't get enough. 

Still partially soft, his cock was almost engulfed in his palm. Dew exhaled shakily, he was sure his eyes fluttered but Aether wasn't looking - though he should have been - his attention was fixed below the surface of the water. Watching Dew slowly stiffen up was his favorite part. He wanted to watch the head flush to match his cheeks, enjoying the sight almost as much as the physical sensation of him filling out and twitching for him. It made it feel real, made Dew feel real. 

It's not fast but it certainly wasn't slow. Teasing was the last thing on his mind, but he refused to rush. Not when they'd both gone so long without each other. He mouthed lazily at his pulse and caught himself grinning against his throat, already imagining the messy purple splotches he planned to litter his skin with. Truthfully they had nothing but time. 

“Did it miss me too?” Aether purred, squeezing his cock just enough to wring a semi pained and entirely pleasured groan out of Dew. 

“Uh-huh…” Dew noddled, a little dumbly. Something that happened often when he was left in Aether's hands. 

Aether reveled in every twitch, every hitched breath. He wanted to commit it to memory. He kept an arm tight around his middle while twisting his free hand up and down his length. With his eyes screwed shut Dew reached blindly for him, overlapping with his unoccupied hand before naturally lacing their fingers together. It was sweet if you ignored the slight death grip Dew had on his other arm. 

It was getting increasingly harder to ignore his own ache. 

He thumbed over his slit a few times and Dew keened enough he nearly peeked over the water but Aether drew him back with a little hum. Shamelessly taking the opportunity to slide his cock against the cleft of his ass, Dew kicking hard in his fist. 

“Easy baby boy…Don't tell me I've got you close already.” 

Dew shook his head but all Aether had to do was sneak that hand down to squeeze at his overly tight balls. His jaw went slack and his thighs shook. 

“Can't cum for me yet,” Dew whined sadly, a little wounded “need to be inside you.” 

“Aeth…” His breath trembled, a quiver throughout his entire little body as those thick fingers moved further. Over the seam of his sack to rub the pads of two against his taint, grazing his hole. 

“Shh” He knew the pleading was close behind. The pathetic breathless babbling that would usually drive him wild would only drive a sad stake into his already yearning heart. He didn't want that version of Dew tonight, he wanted him blissed and spoiled to the point of overwhelm. An entire tour worth of love and desire to pour into the space of a single bath, months of time to make up for. “You've got me, you've got all of me.”

Unwilling to waste another precious second he pressed his middle finger past the fluttering ring of muscle, the two of them groaning in unison. Always so fucking tight - something that hadn't left his thoughts since their last night together. The promise of Dew wrapped so snug around him made him lightheaded.

“Belial, you still get all slick for me like you used to.” He nosed into his pale hair, wanting to bury himself in the smoky scent. “Always gonna be my little water ghoul, aren't you?” 

Squirming slightly, his flush crept damn near all the way down his chest. Despite that fidgeting Dew still moaned and tried to roll his hips. Aether gave him a second digit without warning and the biddable fire ghoul was nearly trying to fuck himself on both fingers. Doing most of the work for him, all Aether had to do was scissor him open and listen to hot puffs of breath that Dew panted out. He swore the room was getting warmer with every sigh. 

“Could smell it on you all fucking day,” Aether rumbled lowly, lips grazing a particular birthmark on his shoulder blade and Dew’s body clenched around him. “My needy boy, couldn't get my cock off your mind.” 

“Couldn't stop thinking about it, haven't stopped since the last show ended. Been waiting to come home to you.” 

Aether nearly growled, proprietorial desire burning like a supernova at his core. It made his neglected cock throb against the small of Dew's back, fat and heavy. He licked over his fangs and withdrew from the desperate clutch of his body. Dew deflated, sagging uselessly into him. 

Limp and pliable, it was almost like sliding into a doll. Easy with only the slightest bit of his resistance despite the proper lack of prep. Dew's breath caught as he nudged the head of his cock against his winking hole, unaccustomed to his girth but desperate for it, he tried to sink down onto him. Aether swore the whole bathroom tilted, maybe the entire world went sideways when the flushed red tip popped inside of him. It punched a guttural sound from him, and a high reedy cry from Dew. He grabbed a handful of his barely there ass to still him, already breathing heavily. 

His body was heavenly, or hellish in how sinfully good it was. Aether should have been dubbed a saint with the sheer restraint he exhibited not throwing Dew over the edge of the tub then and there. Hot and tight hardly described it, a vise set to draw him in and never let him go. Only having taken an inch Dew was already trying to milk him for all he was worth. 

“Ha - shit.” Aether swallowed thickly, dizzy. “Oh, oh you want it bad.”

“Fucking fill me.” A touch more demanding than Aether would typically allow, he chose to let it go. After so many months he couldn't fault Dew for forgetting his place or the rules. 

Taking his bony hips in both hands, he was reminded of just how small the fire ghoul was - just how perfectly he fit in his palms - Aether finally gave it to him. In one less than gentle movement he sheathed himself into the unholy embrace of his velvety walls. Dew's mouth fell open in a silent cry, breath ripped from his lungs. He hadn't fared much better, Aether swore the edges of his vision went fuzzy and dark. 

“Yes, yeah, Lucifer - You just fucking take it don't you?” 

“So…S’big.” 

“It is, huh darling?” He lifted him up an inch and immediately let him drop back down quick and unguided. Aether was sure Dew’s eyes crossed. “Been waiting for you. Saving it for you.” 

“Y - You,” 

“Mhm…” The quintessence ghoul licked a fat stripe up the side of his throat, reveling in the salt of his sweat on his tongue. “You wanna be filled, gonna fucking fill you.” 

Dew's head tipped forward, chin to his chest, as Aether guided his hips in a slow circle. 

“Gonna make you so full” he grabbed a shaking hand and guided Dew's palm to his belly, pressing. “Nn…Feel me? You feel me in there?” 

The fire ghoul could barely gurgle a semblance of response.

“Here, I'm gonna cum right here and then you'll really fucking feel it. Bet I can make that belly swell with it, then ‘m gonna force you on my knot where you belong.” His head was swimming. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub. “Might never let you off, keep you, claim you.” 

“O-Oh fuh-” 

“Hells below, you're oh - my good boy.” Aether reached for Dew's little dick, fingers curling snug around it. “Mine.”

[lovelybrooke]

Platonic yandere good omens with a darling who loves to read and is teased for it by others, maybe she’s a customer at the bookshop

I've changed this a little bit so I hope you still like it. Based on these headcanons. You don't have to read the to understand this though. Also I think that I overestimated how big the bookshop is, but just use your imagination, it'll be okay.

tw: Bullying (nothing too serious but just making sure)

Masterlist

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Working at Mr. Fell's bookshop was great. 

Granted, the store was very slow, no one barely ever showed up, and when they did you were strictly prohibited from selling books. So, you spent most of your time cleaning up and organizing books, which meant that most days were pretty relaxing. 

Except for today. 

"Hey kid, you're late." You barely spare a glance at Crowley, who's leaning lazily on one of the many comfy chairs in the shop. Huffing, you rush over to Mr. Fell's desk, placing your bag down next to it. 

"You're not my boss, Mr. Crowley." You remind him with a blank tone. It doesn't seem to bother him, not like you can tell, with his glasses basically glued to his face and everything. Even so, you can feel his eyes on you, following you as you walk through the store. "Where is he anyway?" You ask, not seeing your boss anywhere. Crowley shifts in his seat just a bit, perhaps looking around for said man, but you couldn't tell as you hurry to put your school supplies away, Mr. Fell nice enough to let you put your bag near his personal desk so that others wouldn't mess with it. 

"I'm not sure--not here either way." Crowley responds when enter back into the front of the shop. You sigh, it's weird for one of them not to know where the other was, but it's fine, everything will be okay. 

Working the shop while Mr. Fell wasn't around always made you nervous. He wasn't very strict about most things, but when it came to his books he was always very straight forward on not finalizing any purchases without his permission. It's hard to explain that to potential customers, and with school being--a lot lately, it's been difficult to pay attention and stay on track. 

The chime of the bell above the door broke you out of your worries. You were really hoping Mr. Crowley had left, but instead he was still reclining on his chair, eyes focused on one of the many books in this establishment. Instead, it was a group of three students, giggling as they walked into the store. This was your worst nightmare, the giggling, the whispers, the clear teasing that they thought was the funniest thing in the world. 

You scurry behind a bookshelf, hoping that they didn't see you, or hear you for that matter. You tried your best to be invisible, busing yourself with task after task as you try to avoid the group of bullies. "Oh my god, (Y/n)? I didn't know you worked here." But eventually, you were found out. The main girl, dressed with a coy smile, stares you down, she definitely knew you worked here. 

"Yeah..." You mumble out, looking at her nervously. She snickers towards the two others behind her, before looking back at you. 

"Why haven't you told us?" She laughs, calling you a teasing nickname in the process. "We could've gotten so many free books from here--y'know like a friend discount." 

"I didn't know we were friends." You answered, backing away when her look turned cold. "And either way, I can't authorize purchases when my boss isn't here." 

She crosses her arms, any look of false kindness gone. "Well come on--if he's not here then what's the harm of a few books going missing." She says it's no big deal. You laugh in disbelief at her arrogance.

"I'm not going to give you free books just because we happen to know each other." You stand your ground, moving to put the book back on the shelf. Right when you were about to, however, she reaches over, grabbing the book right out of your hand, yanking it away from you. 

"Why are you being so annoying?!" She scoffs. "It's just a stupid book, ugh--this is why nobody likes you--you take everything so seriously!" Her and her friend laugh at your dumb founded face, giggling as you rub your arm lightly. 

Your brow furrows in frustration as you try to move to grab the book, groaning as she passes it to one of the others behind her. "Look--give it back--If you want it so bad just wait 'till my boss is back!" You whisper yell. You didn't want Mr. Crowley to hear you, hoping you were far enough into the back of the store to be out of earshot. 

The book finally lands back into the main girl's hands, tightly gripping it so there was no possibility that you could get it from her. "If you want it so bad--" She mocks your previous voice of distress "--then take it!" She pushes the book into your chest roughly, causing you to gasp and fall down. The three laugh loudly as tears burn in your eyes, but at least you got the book back, that's all that matters. You waited to get up until you were sure they were away from you, sighing as you wiped your face and placed the book back on the shelf. 

You were embarrassed, you didn't want to go back to the front and face Mr. Crowley, not having the capability to deal with his teasing right now. Leaning back on the bookshelf, you sigh once again, closing your eyes as you attempt to steady your breathing. It was quiet, but you could hear shuffling from the other side of the store. They must still be here, and at this point, you wanted them to leave, before Mr. Fell got back.

"--and don't come back!" You heard the voice of Mr. Crowley, accompanied by the slamming of a door. Eyes wide, you didn't know what to say when he turned back to look at you, huffing and puffing clearly annoyed. 

He motions towards the sitting area, wanting for you to sit down. "Ugh--the audacity of some--some--teenagers!" He dramatically sits back down onto his seat across from you. "No offense by the way." He adds on. 

"None taken..." You respond, slightly confused. "...what did you do?" 

"Told 'em off is what I did!" He groans, snarling slightly "can't just come in here and start demanding things!" He mumbled out a bit more, a "rude" and "annoying" quietly leaving his lips. 

"Please don't tell Mr. Fell about this." You interrupt his grumbling, causing him to raise a brow. You didn't to lose your job, Mr. Fell was great, but you didn't know what would happen if he learned about today. You looked down at your hands, nervous, "I--" 

"Don't tell Mr. Fell what?" You jumped at the sound of a new voice, looking up to see the infamous face of your boss, and your heart dropped. "Does this have anything to do with the students that just rushed out of here?" 

"No!" You shoot up, awkward. "--I'm going to get back to get back to work." You rush away from the two men, back towards the back of the store. 

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"(Y/n)" It was Mr. Fell, his voice soft as always. "Crowley told me what happened. I'm so sorry I wasn’t here." 

You shake your head, trying to push your emotions down. "It's fine. It's not that big of a deal anyway." You say, rambling. "I'm sorry if any of the books were damaged, I'll pay for it if it was, but I'm pretty sure it was--" 

"(Y/N)" He interrupts. "It's fine, please don't worry." He smiles, making you a little less nervous. 

"I'll try." A small smile decorates your face. "So...I'm not going to lose my job."

He gasps. "Oh--of course not, sweetheart." He reassures you, lifting a weight from your shoulders. You felt like you could finally breathe again. 

"Thank you." 

He pats you on the back, "There's no need for that--but if that ever happens again please don't hide it from me." 

You nod, getting through the rest of your work day without any problem. 

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It was a slow day at school. You honestly forgot most of what happened back at work, but that was probably because you tried your best to forget it. 

"(Y/n)--" You look up from the paper on your desk, coming face to face with said girl you tried so hard to forget. But this time, there was no coy smile, no posey behind her, no giggling. Instead, she was shaking, not being able to lock eyes with you. It was a stark contrast to the girl you saw yesterday. 

"Um--I'm sorry..." She mumbled, barely loud enough to hear "...for what happened, yesterday." She stuttered, clearly afraid of something, but you didn't have enough time to respond as she rushed away. 

That was strange, but you chose not to focus on it, shrugging your shoulders. 

At least she won't be bothering you again.

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A/N: I had to get this out of my drafts, sorry if this sucks.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Boys Day Out

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: First Lady sends her favorite boys Jack, Axel, and Urban to the Chelsea game

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

Requested by: 1/3 of hot chips and bad decisions @hoodharlow 😘

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Hearing the doorbell ring,  you checked the security cameras to see that it was Blanca and Jessica and quickly went to open the door from your spot on the couch that you had been sitting on.

Once they stepped into the house, they took notice of how quiet it was and looked at you confused.

“Where is everyone? Because I don't think I have ever heard your house this quiet.” Jessica whispered, ultimately waiting for her nieces and nephew to tackle her. Because she knew that it was only a matter of time.

“I was thinking the exact same thing.” Blanca added as the two of them followed you into the kitchen as you poured all three of you a glass of red wine.

“Umm, Y/N? It's 9 in the morning.” Blanca called out to you once you had slid her glass in front of her seeing as you still haven't said anything.

“I'm fine, just taking it all in and it's 5 o'clock somewhere.” You said while sighing and immediately downing your glass and opting now to drink straight from the bottle.

“I-......” Jessica started to say as she and Blanca exchanged a look.

“Do we….”

“No, you do NOT need to call him.” You blurted out immediately knowing she was talking about Jack.

“We're going to have to disagree with you there.”

“I sent him, Ax, and Urb to London for the Chelsea game because they were getting on my last nerve. Not Axel, but the other two. I love them to pieces, but got damn. I needed a breather. Jack has been up my ass lately.”

“Uh? When is he not? That's your husband?” Blanca asked you not understanding because there was never a time that you didn't want to be around him.

“I'm trying to plan something for him that's really special and I can't do that when he is breathing down my neck. Now add three little people into that equation. I can't even pee by myself anymore without one of my four children, yes, I said four but I should have said five because Urban is my oldest banging on the door. Last night I was this close to sleeping in the bathroom with the door locked.”

“And Jack would have still broken down the door to get to you.”

“Correct.” You sighed while continuing to sip from the wine bottle.

“But where are your other two?”

“With my parents. I called my mom this morning and I was like you begged for grandchildren so come and get them.”

“I literally CANNOT.” Blanca exclaimed while laughing.

“I put Ivy and Autumn on the doorstep with their backpacks with clothes and toys for the entire weekend and I was like see you next week. I really wanted to say see you when you're 18, but that wouldn't have gone over well so now I have been sitting in silence and I am not complaining one bit.”

Meanwhile, Jack, Urban, and Axel had just landed in London and on the way to the hotel, Ax asked Jack for his phone.

“Daddy, can I see your phone?”

“What do you need it for, bubs?” Jack asked as he stuck his hand in his pocket to get it out.

“I need to talk to mommy.” Ax answered without missing a beat and Jack knew that it was only a matter of time. 

“Hold on, let me facetime her.”

You answered on the second ring and all you saw was a fluffy head of brown curls.

“Mommy!”

“Hi my baby boy. Move the phone from your face a little. All I can see is your hair!”

Jack helped him adjust it so now you could see both of them.

“There's my two handsome boys. Well three because I know Urban is there somewhere too.”

“I still haven't forgiven the two of you for leaving me at wing stop.” Urban said while leaning over so that you could see him too.

“Urby! That was ONE time!”

“One time too many!”

“Wifey, what are you up to?” Jack asked as he saw you nursing a bottle of red wine. Little did he know, this was your second.

“Enjoying sitting in complete silence besides B and Jess.”

“I…. Not hot chips and bad decisions!”

“Yes, hot chips and bad decisions! Leave us alone!”

“Jack, stop getting on your wife’s nerves!” Jack heard Jessica say as he saw her walk past in the background.

“Jessica! And don't eat all my snacks either!”

“Well I have to because we came to watch the game with wifey and keep her company!”

“Baby? Since when do you watch soccer?” Jack asked while looking at you confused.

“Since today. And I always used to watch you play anyway.”

“Mommy, I miss you.” Ax piped up and you could feel the tugging of your heart strings.

“Ax… we literally just got here.” Jack said while shaking his head and Urban stifled a laugh.

“Daddy, you just said that you missed mommy before we called her.”

“I…. it be your own kids.”

“I miss you too bubs!” You said and saw him crack a small smile.

“But you don't miss your husband?!”

“Yes of course I miss my baby daddy, but you and Urby have been getting on my LAST nerve this past week.”

“Wait! NOW WHY AM I IN IT!?” Urban exclaimed while leaning back over into the camera and looking confused.

“Urban Henry… don't go there with me. You and your best friend act more like toddlers than my actual toddlers.”

“I… I'm going to get you for that when I get back.”

“Mm hmm, sure. Anyway, I love all three of you very much, but especially Axel Wyatt. And have fun at the game. And Axel?”

“Yes, mommy?”

“Be on your absolute best behavior for daddy and Uncle Urby. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Listen to everything that they say, okay?”

He eagerly nodded his head as you then focused your attention on Jack.

“I love you, smush.”

“I love you too, baby girl. Promise to call you later.”

The three of you were in the kitchen making snacks for the game when a picture suddenly came through on your phone from Jack.

Smush- I thought the shirt was fitting so I had to buy it. We're eating and then going to the game. Hot chips still got you in one piece over there?

You- I'm about to yell and you know why I'm about to yell but I'll give you a chance to fix it first. Send me a pic of Ax in five minutes and what I see will determine if I kick you and Urban’s ass. And yes I am in one piece, but you and Urby won't be if you don't fix what's wrong

Urban was sitting across from Jack and saw how his face got a confused expression and immediately asked what was wrong.

“Do you see anything wrong with the pic of Ax I took?”

“No. It looks fine.”

“Then why did she send me this?” Jack asked as he shoved his phone towards Urban who instantly rolled his eyes.

“Why am I ALWAYS in it!? And what in the world are we supposed to fix in five minutes!?”

“Your guess is as good as mine! Even though there's an entire ocean between us, I take her threats seriously.”

“Only a matter of time before she shows up if we don't fix it.”

Jack quickly sent you another text telling you how confused he was.

Smush- Baby, I'm not understanding 😕 

You- You have three minutes

“URB! HELP!” Jack yelled while shoving his phone towards him.

“WHAT YOU YELLING FOR?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON EITHER?!”

“This is just as bad as when I thought I lost my wedding ring.”

“Had us both stressed out but she had it the whole time.”

“Bubs, finish up your food so we can get to the stadium and put on your coat.”

“But I'm not cold, daddy.”

“Ax, if we go home and you end up getting sick, your mother will not be happy with me so put it on. And put your hat on too.”

“So, you want me to be hot?”

“Axel, put them on and put them on now before I call her.”

“Fine.”

It was the middle of the game when the three of you were watching in your living room when the camera suddenly cut to Jack, Urban, and Axel and your eyes instantly went wide as you grabbed your phone. Jack still didn't figure out what was wrong with the picture of Axel that he had sent you earlier, but seeing him at the game without his coat on while Jack and Urban was wearing theirs had you instantly annoyed. The last thing you wanted to deal with was a sick Axel because he is literally Jack in a little kid's body and acted exactly how he did when he got sick.

“Why doesn't Axel have on his coat?” Jessica asked as your fingers were flying across your  phone screen asking your husband the exact same thing.

“That's what I'm asking him right now.”

You- Jackman Thomas Harlow

Smush- 👀

Smush- Whatever it is, I didn't do it and neither did Urban because I know you’re about to throw him in there too

You- If our child comes back to Louisville sick, I will not be happy

Smush- Why would he come back sick?

You- He doesn't have on his coat!

Jack then turned to Axel who had once again taken off his coat after he had told him numerous times to keep it on.

“Bubs!”

“Yes, daddy?”

“Put your coat on! Why do you keep taking it off!?!? It is 40 degrees out here and your mother will kill me if you have so much as a sniffle when we get back. And where is your hat!?”

“In my pocket.”

“Axel Wyatt….”

“Yes?”

“You have five seconds to get your hat and coat on.”

This continued on and off for the rest of the game and Axel only kept his coat and hat on for a total of thirty minutes between Jack and Urban telling him to put it on.

The three of them were now flying back and Jack was praying the entire time that Axel wouldn't start sneezing or spike a temperature. He was currently laid out on Jack when he felt his forehead and it was slightly warmer than usual and he immediately groaned. 

“She's going to have a damn fit.” He muttered to himself, but Urban heard him.

“Not your fault that he kept taking it off.” Urban responded while shrugging.

“Hmm, tell my wife that and tell me how it goes.” Jack replied as Axel shifted his position on his lap and cuddled closer to Jack.

Jack and Axel had been back for a few days when you heard several sneezes in a row from your husband and all you did was sigh as you walked in the direction that he was in which was your bedroom meaning that he was awake.

When he spotted you, he looked up at you with his eyes red as well as his nose.

“No. Don't you dare say it.”

“Say what, baby?” You asked him while coming up to hug him and reaching up to give him a small kiss which he gladly accepted.

Your immune system could handle it and typically while everyone in the house was sick, you weren't.

“Your son got me sick.”

“Oh, so now he's my son? Since when is he not yours too?”

“He's the one who didn't wear a coat for the majority of the time and I'm the one who gets sick. How does that work?!”

“Because kids are literally walking germs. That's why.”

Axel peeked his head into your bedroom and you motioned for him to come all the way in.

“Yes, bubs?” Jack asked and Axel sighed before letting out a fit of coughs.

“Daddy, you got me sick. I don't feel good.” He said as he reached up towards Jack so that he could pick him up.

“I did WHAT NOW?” Jack asked as he picked him up.

Axel didn't have time to answer, but instead sneezed on Jack who had a look of disbelief on his face.

“Seriously Ax? Bless you.”

“Sorry, daddy.” Ax answered as he did his best to cough into his arm.

“And mommy, I was so cold when we were at the game.”

“I….” Jack started to say but then turned back to look at Axel.

“That's what happens when you don't listen to daddy and you got me sick. Not the other way around.”

“I didn't start coughing until you did.”

“Okay, enough you two. Get in the bed, NOW.”

“Do we get cuddles from you?” Axel asked looking up at you hopeful as Jack climbed into the bed with him in his arms.

“For now, you're cuddling daddy because you are not getting mommy sick. I'll bring meds and food soon.”

Axel sighed as he looked up at Jack.

“You aren't mommy, but I guess you’ll have to do.” He said as he climbed on Jack’s chest and laid down while trying to get comfortable.

“Really, Ax?”

“Daddy, just try not to snore. I'm taking a nap, wake me up when the food is done.”

“As long as you don't kick me like you usually do we shouldn't have a problem.” 

“Not my fault you take up all the space.”

“You little…”

“OKAY! Both of you lay down right now.” 

Without another word, both of them did as they were told and you simply placed kisses on both the tops of their heads.

“Not another word out of either of you and Ax, the next time daddy says for you to put on your coat and hat in 40 degree weather, you do it.”

“But.. “

“Not another word, remember?”

This led to Axel getting a pout on his face and cuddling closer to Jack who simply laughed.

“So much for boys day out. Now the both of you are sick.”

Suddenly your phone went off in your hand indicating a text from Urban.

Urby Baby- Your son got me sick

You- Well according to him his father got him sick

Urby Baby- Can you bring me soup? PLEASE

You- I do something nice for the three of you and this is what I get in return? I have to take care of all three of you now that yall are sick!?! Do I have to do everything!?!?

Urby Baby- Come on Lil Bit, I said please!

You- Be over here in fifteen minutes 🙄

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urbanwyatt: and it was at that moment, jackharlow knew he fucked up lmaoooo

lilnasx: who was he texting? urbanwyatt: lilnasx as Axel likes to call her, the boss lol jackharlow: I was fighting for my damn life in those text messages. wifey going off and me not having any idea what she's talking about y/ninsta: and now all three of you got me sick smh jackharlow: y/ninsta that leads to ultimate cuddles from me and Ax y/ninsta: jackharlow so he can sneeze in my face like he did you? jessicakelce: now you do something nice for them and this is how they repay you? outta pocket y/ninsta: jessicakelce same thing I said smh urbanwyatt: y/ninsta my soup was good bestie. thank you 🥰 y/ninsta: jackharlow babeeeee my throat hurts jackharlow: y/ninsta I got a cure for that 😏😏😏😏 jackharlow: y/ninsta wait, baby why'd you lock the bedroom door?! not you leaving me and Ax outside y/ninsta: jackharlow when you say stupid shit like that, this is the result lilnasx: jackharlow what the boss says goes jackharlow: lilnasx not you too 🙄

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[atarathegreat]

ZombieLand Tokyo Revengers

ft: Takemichi Hanagaki, Ken Ryuguji, Izana Kurokawa, Manjiro Sano

Because when the end of the world takes your lover from you, what else can you do but search for her endlessly?

"I just need help!" Takemichi yelled at the men on top of the makeshift gates. Cars, trucks, even porches were used to create the effective barrier. "Look!" He held up a photo, "I just need help finding this woman!"

The men laughed at him and told him they weren't some search and rescue team. Of course they'd say that, Takemichi thought, why should they risk their lives to help solve my problem? He'd never been in lower spirits and it made him want to curl up and die. His wife, his beautiful wife, was gone. Taken and never returned by the stupid circumstances they found themselves in. The end of the world seems so impossible until you're staring down the maw of another human who's brainless and wants to eat yours.

Months passed, the cold weather setting in and making his hope of finding you shrivel up. Japan was huge, but maybe word could still get around, maybe you'd still come back to him. Or at the very least he could find your corpse wandering around searching for an arm to gnaw on. Hell, maybe he'd even let you take him out. That didn't sound like such a bad way to go. Lost in his thoughts, Takemichi didn't notice the group of survivors circling him in the department store. Or maybe he had? He couldn't tell anymore, all he wanted was his wife.

"Hey." He jolted at the sudden hand on his chest, "Our boss wants you."

Takemichi scoffed out a laugh, walking around they guy while saying something about minding his own business and not pissing anyone off. "Seriously?" Another person came from the shadows, gun to his face, "You're coming with us."

"I've had more guns pointed at me than I care for." Takemichi slumped and let his body hit the floor, "If your boss wants me that badly, drag me."

He hadn't expected them to, but they grabbed his arms and legs and carried him through the infested city. For once, Hanagaki was able to rest and sleep. He dreamed of finally finding her and holding her, crying into her lap as he always had before when it got to be too much. He missed her gentle hold and the way she just knew how to comfort him. As the two struggled to carry him up the stairs into another building, he heard snickering.

"Michi, get up! Stop making them carry you!" There she was, sitting amongst a bigger group of people and children. He didn't care who he fell over, screaming apologies as he crashed into her. She laughed as he stumbled, holding him close as he wrapped around her like a child, crying into her oversized coat. "A winter coat, anyone." She called, her hands rubbing at him to heat up his body, "It's getting colder, Michi. Haven't you tried to keep warm?"

Group after group, camp after camp, and yet Kenny couldn't find her anywhere. He kept his search to himself, he didn't need people feeling bad for him if it turned up that she was dead. Mitsuya knew, of course, because Kenny couldn't just let his brother deal with this shit alone, especially when his sisters were with him.

"She's around somewhere." Kenny sighed, downing a beer they'd managed to scavenge. He hadn't wanted to search the liquor store, but they were running out of options anymore. "If she's alive, she's searching for us, right?" He looked to his friend for assurance. Kenny needed for her to be looking for him, too. He needed to know that she was trying to get back to him. Mitsuya patted him on the back, but said nothing. Last time he tried to comfort his friend it ended in them fist fighting and attracting the attention of a local camp. A camp that, from what they heard, was ruthless and wouldn't hesitate to use them as walker bait.

Kenny looked around the small, four person squad he was leading around. Two women and Mitsuya, all depending on him and he was more worried about finding someone that might be dead. He sighed again, his chest feeling tighter as he cracked open another lukewarm beer.

"Hands!"

Luna and Mana hit the ground as Mitsuya and Kenny stood to aim their own weapons at the intruders. A feeling of pride filled Kenny as he realized the cohesion of his miniscule legion. "Who's there?" Mitsuya called, his eyes trained on the shadows.

"Guns down!" Another yell came from behind them, "I said weapons down! I won't have any qualms shooting any of you!"

Kenny's wife stepped from the shadows and around them all with a gun trained ahead, a gun that was definitely too big for her, "Down, damn it! Lower them!"

"Captain-"

"Down!" She screamed and the sound of many, many weapons hitting the ground followed before she turned to them again, "I found you."

Izana was an unbothered man on the surface, but Kakucho knew his friend was slowly losing it. He was more reckless, less attentive, and overall a danger to the survival of their group as a whole. More than once had the Haitani brothers debated Izana's ability to lead them safely. It wasn't something Kakucho was proud of, but he was also second guessing it. How were they to survive in this hell if the one leading them didn't seem to care anymore?

He didn't know, but he wouldn't stop following.

"She's been here, Kakucho." Izana smiled, his sharp canines showing dangerously in the dim fire light, "I know it sounds stupid, but she's been here. Don't you see how everything is wiped clean? Nothing of use left? She's resourceful."

"Or it's a busy area and other survivors have stripped this bitch clean." Shion scoffed, "Are you really staking our survival on the idea of finding a woman when she's probably dead?"

Kakucho should've broken up the fight, he should've helped Izana and kept him from injuring Shion. Should've, could've, would've. "Izana," He started, "maybe we should focus on ourselves for a while?"

That was almost two weeks ago. None of them had seen Izana since. Until there was a commotion too close to their current shelter and they all hurried to help Izana. Forty against one wasn't fair and they weren't gong to let their friend get killed. Izana was holding his own well enough, but not good enough to beat off the whole town that was surrounding him. And Kakucho was great at using his gun as a club.

"Easy, Kaku!" That voice, could it be. It was! She was blocking his hit, glaring at him as if he had started this fight, "Help me calm Iza down!"

"Just go to him and he'll be fine!" Kakucho yelled, pointing to where Izana was laughing like a mad man and gaining the attention of walkers, "Do it fast or we're all puppy chow!"

How could he have lost her? How had she managed to get so far away from him that he couldn't even whistle and her whistle back? It was getting to Manjiro that he didn't have her at his side while he walked. He stayed holed up in his brothers old shop, waiting for her to come back. That was the deal if they ever got separated, they would meet back at S.S. Motors. It wasn't hard, not by a long shot, but it had been forever and she still wasn't back.

He'd never thought he could miss the nagging and the way she clung to him, but he did. Manjiro would give anything for her to be running up to him after a decent race, her hug suffocating him in his racing jumper even if he was far too sweaty underneath. God, he'd let her smother him to death if only she was right there with him.

"Don't you dare!" Manjiro remembered yelling at her as she went to open a door, "There's a bell on the door, you'll wake anything up that's in there!"

He'd take all that aggravation and fear if only it meant she was with him. Manjiro missed her so damn much. Every little sound was her coming back to him, so he stopped responding to them. He didn't move when his mind created the sound of the door opening, but he jerked around when a body pressed up against his.

"S'just me, Manji." Her voice was tired, hoarse, "Rest, yeah? We'll eat in the morning."

[sugamii]

⤷ voicemail

⭒ gn!reader x tsukishima kei

⭒ summary: tsukishima has been avoiding you for months now and you don't think you can keep trying with him | wc. 1.4k

⭒ warnings: angsty? | notes: mostly between yamaguchi and tsukishima as tsukki's ignoring you,, a little ooc but it's not too bad-

Tsukishima's known you for quite some time and you would say that he's adjusted pretty well. You had already been friends with Yamaguchi when you met Tsukki at Karasuno - you’re almost 100% sure he paved the way for you. Though, you can't give Tadashi all the credit. You clawed your way to the top with that man and no one can take that from you. Becoming friends with him was like climbing a mountain with no gear. Difficult, infuriating, terrifying - but definitely possible if you stuck to it!

Despite his attitude and the rough ride to friendship, you're glad you spent so much time chasing him. It was easy to see the kindness through all of his sarcasm, he never went too far with his insults and he made sure no one was actually hurt. You got used to it, and he slowly adjusted to your needs too. He had even started using new insults on you to avoid calling you stupid - he saw how discouraged you got when he would say those things and he really did want you to like him. He's taken to pointing out how short you are in comparison to him, but it's objectively much better than being called stupid.

The point is, he had accepted that you were part of his life. Or you thought he had anyways.

You had been trying to reach Tsukishima for a while now, hoping he would eventually break and admit that he missed you. Clearly you weren't getting anywhere, but you couldn't just give up.

You put the phone on the table next to you as you called him again, you couldn't stand having the phone against your ear anymore, listening to the same message over and over again had started to wear on you. You wished he would answer so you could hear him say something else. Even a goodbye would be okay.

The ringing stopped and you held your breath, waiting to hear his voice. Only to be disappointed as you listened to his voicemail again, his voice repeating the same lines they had an hour ago. You don't usually mind hearing Tsukishima’s voice, but hearing him repeat the fact that he was busy made you sick. You knew he wasn't.

Unable to reach him, you decided that the next best thing would be calling Tadashi. Surely he wouldn't ignore his best friend. Fortunately, Tadashi picked up the phone after a few rings. At least one of them had manners.

“Hello?”

“Hey Tadashi, have you-”

“Is this who I think it is? I haven't heard from you in months.” You laughed softly at his sulky tone, although you couldn't really make fun of him. When Kei had started avoiding you, you thought he just needed space. And with him and Yamaguchi being connected at the hip, it was hard to make time for your other friend. The space didn't work as he had barely noticed your absence and you couldn't really get that time back.

“Listen, about that,” you started, pausing to collect your thoughts. You didn't need to see Tadashi to know that he was anxious about whatever you were about to say. On the other side of the call, he could hear your heavy sigh, “Does he hate me, ‘dashi?”

“Who?”

“Tsukki! He hasn't been answering my calls. I haven’t talked to him in months.” Your voice cracked as your throat started to burn, tears building in your eyes. The worst part was you didn't really know if you were being dramatic or not. He was your best friend and he was refusing to speak to you. “I'm starting to think he doesn't want me around anymore.”

“Hate is a strong word. It's Tsukki. He doesn't communicate well.”

You took a deep breath in hopes of soothing your throat, “I know.”

“Have you gone to see him? You know how he throws himself into work, maybe he’s been busy.” You thought about what Yamaguchi was saying, what would happen if you went to his apartment. The last time you had visited Tsukishima he had completely shut you out. He really would hate you if you kept trying so hard.

“Or maybe I could go. He needs more Tadashi time anyways.” Tadashi suggested, pulling you out of your thoughts. You agreed, thanking him. You have no idea what you would do without him sometimes.

After the two of you had finished talking, Yamaguchi made his way to the apartment. He knocked once or twice to let Tsukki know he was there before walking into his friend's home. The blonde looked up from his phone in surprise only to give his guest a sour look when he realized who it was.

“Sure, make yourself at home,” he muttered under his breath.

“Kei,” Yamaguchi kept his voice monotone as he stared at the other. Tsukishima rolled his eyes and adjusted his position on the couch. “Remember that one person we used to hang out with? You know, the one we’ve been friends with since Karasuno. The one you're ignoring right now.”

Tsukishima knew why Yamaguchi was upset. He knew that he was hurting you by pushing you away, but he didn't really see what the big deal was. You would get over this eventually. No one understood that Tsukishima was the one in pain, that he was cutting contact so both of you could be happier. This was the best way to protect himself, it was quick and clean. In theory. It had seemed like such a good idea a few weeks ago.

It broke his heart to watch your name pop up on his screen, he had to remove your picture a while ago to avoid feeling too much guilt. Honestly, he was surprised he had made it so long. But Tadashi knew, or he had to at least be somewhat aware. “You know why I'm doing this. I can't have any distractions, we’re adults now. I can't throw my life away for someone from high school.”

“You know damn well that they're not just ‘someone from high school.’ And who asked you to throw your life away for them? You're friends with me and it doesn't ruin your life. Why are they any different?” If this had been under different circumstances, Tadashi might've giggled about that. He knew the difference, but he needed Tsukishima to realize what he was throwing away.

Closing his eyes and removing his glasses, Tsukishima sighed in exhaustion, “You're not seeing my side of this. You're acting like I'm doing this because I'm a dick, but I have my reasons.”

“Most people think you're a dick, Kei. This has nothing to do with my opinion of you,” Tadashi offered, making his best friend glare at him. He shrugged it off. It's not like he was lying. Tsukishima wasn't answering any of his questions, and he had always been a bit of a dick.

“There's no point. They hate me, that’s what I wanted.” He felt less guilty pretending you thought he was being an asshole for no reason. At least you wouldn't have to cling to the what ifs.

“That’s just sad, man. You're not gonna try?” Tadashi was shocked by his friend's resignation, it didn't seem like Tsukki at all. “You're worse than I thought. After all this time, I still don't know you.”

Tsukishima could feel the regret building in his stomach as he spoke, “I can't go back now! I can't apologize, it won't change anything. This is the best possible outcome.”

“You didn't even try,” Tadashi’s voice was soft, even from across the room. He had never seen his best friend so defeated, looking down at his phone and seeing it light up with another call from you.

“At least think about what I'm saying, about what they've been saying.” With that, he walked back through the door. This time Kei really did need space. He needed to think about what he was doing. Now that he was alone, he reached down to look at the most recent missed call, deciding he needed to listen to you this time.

“Hey Tsukki, or um, Tsukishima. Tadashi said he was gonna come talk to you today. I know you're busy and you don't wanna hear from me, I just needed to make sure you were okay before I said goodbye. I don't know what went wrong with us, but I want you to know that I'll always care for you. I'll stop calling, I won't come around, no more texts or indirect check-ins. I'm done.” Kei froze as he heard your voice coming through the phone, he had never heard you sound so drained. He finally understood just how wrong he had been. How could he have let you go through all of this alone? “I love you, Tsukishima Kei. Take care of yourself.”