#and I worry so much about his wife and kids obviously not my place to do so but god I hope they're coping okay

[soxcietyy]

Temptation

Yuta mafia x reader

Chapter one -> Chapter 2

Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. That’s when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesn’t mean he’s much of a saint.

Mafia, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)

Putting your hands together you say a prayer under your breath. The rosary in your hands hangs and swings side to side. You can hear how the father is talking in the background about different verses.

"Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh."

It was as if the idea of marriage was haunting you. Ever since you’ve turned 23 your parents have been pestering you about getting a husband and having kids. Obviously it was something you wanted but had quite the trouble finding. Everytime you did find a nice gentleman your dad would meet him. It wouldn’t even last a hour before your dad would run him out the house. He has yet to like anyone you’ve brought to him.

So it was settled, he would be the one to find you a suitable husband. You’ve always heard him say that he needs be kind, loving, faithful, passionate about his work and he needed to have money. No daughter if his would end up with a man that held not even a penny to his name.

You prayed to god for your father to choose a man to your liking. One who wasn’t a stuckup or too misogynistic. One that actually looked good and was totally your type. Opening your eyes you sit back and listen to the father go on. When mass ended you turned around and began to shake people’s hands around you. When you turned around you were met with a pair of dark blue eyes. It was a man that looked around your age, he wore some slacks and a dress shirt. You haven’t seen this man before, was he new? He smiled at you and held his hand out. You took it and gave him a firm shake before turning back around to your family to leave.

Walking out your parents decide to go talk to the father. You on the other hand wanted to go to buy a new rosary because your had broken not too long ago. Looking in your purse you bite your lip seeing you only had three dollars on you. You would of asked you dad for money but you couldn’t bring yourself to do such a thing.

Your dad was a business man but it wasn’t going so well. He was currently loosing money and was praying for a miracle to happen. He couldn’t afford to spend money on things that wernt essential.

Maybe the store nearby had some on discount. There was a shop right next to the church that sold things for Catholic Churches. Turning back to look at your parents you could see your dad pouring all of his worries onto the father. You couldn’t help but think you were one too. Maybe if you were already married he wouldn’t have to feel the burden of having to take care of you too.

Walking out you made it the the shop in no time. The door jingled as you came inside to see the place busy. Many people had came by to look at the place. Walking all the way to the back you see a wall full of rosary’s. Your eyes land on a beautiful silver one with clear beads. You fell in love with the design but once you turned it around to look at the price you winced.

11 dollars? Why was it so expensive?! Were they always this much? Letting out a deep sigh you put it back and look at the wooden ones. Obviously Beauty didn’t matter, it was about the meaning and purpose. Turning it around you were overjoyed to see it was in your price range. You happily turned around and was going to walk to the counter until you noticed that someone stood there. Stopping your movements you look up to see the man from mass again.

"Oh hey, your here too? Sorry am I in your way? I was just looking for a rosary form my uncle." He says with a shy smile.

"Oh no! Don’t worry about it, I’m on my way to the counter to but this." You hold up the object in your hand. "Mines broke recently so I came for a new one."

He looked at you and at the rosary for a few seconds before grabbing the one that you were looking at not too long ago. "This one suits you more, plus I saw the way you looked at it." He says as he swaps out the wooden one for the beaded one.

"This if kind of embarrassing to say but I don’t have enough for this one. So I’m taking the wooden one because I just need it so it can get the job done." You laugh as you look down and the glistening beads.

"Then I’ll just buy it for you, eleven is nothing to me." He smiles at you before turning his attention back to the wall. "Now that I see you have a good eye do you mind picking one for my uncle? I’m bad at things like this." He says.

You give him a nod as you look back up and grab a black beaded one with a dark steel color on it. His warm hands touch your as he takes it from you and looks at it. He gives you a pleased look leads you to the counter where he pays for the items. When the shop keeper told him the price you watched how he pulled out his fat wallet and pulled out a 50 dollar bill. Obviously this man was not joking when he said eleven was nothing to him.

He ended up walking you back to church and handed you your rosary.

"Thank you for buying this for me…"

"Yuta, Yuta Okkotsu." He says as he grabs your hand and plants a kiss on it. "May I know yours?" He asks.

His name sounded quite familiar but you brush it off. Your cheeks heat up as you tell him your name.

"Do you think it possible if we could meet again? Maybe for some lunch? I know this really good place by ca-"

"Sorry, my father would probably not like that. He’s currently looking for a man for me. So I don’t really have much of a say with who I go out with." He cut him off so he wouldn’t give his hopes up. You Avery your gaze to your dad who seemed like he was about to end his conversation with the father. Yutas eyes followed your and stayed put on them.

"Your father you say… well then it was great knowing you. Hope we can see eachother again. Maybe you have a wonderful day." He said before leaving.

You watched as he disappeared into the crowed.

"Y/N! We have to go! Your dad has an important meeting!" Your mom grabs your arm causing you to jolt from the sudden action.

The whole week was full of dread. Your could see your mom rubbing your dads back as he rested his head on his hands at the dinning table. You’ve never seen them look so stressed before. Things must be going bad if he was like this.

The house was silent other than the clock that was ticking every second.

You wondered what went wrong with the business. Could it had been that nobody wanted to buy wine anymore? That wouldn’t make much sense though since everyone drinks. Before you could get into deep thought the phone rang. Your dad let out another deep sigh as he wakes into the living room and picked the phone up.

You looked away from him and pretended to not be interested by reading a book.

"Hello? Father what has you call me this late?" You dad says.

"You found a suitable gentleman? That’s great!"

"And he what? Are you serious?!" Your dad said surprised. He turned to look at you and gave you a smile.

You didn’t know weather to from or smile back. This was the first time he was going to pick out a man for you and you didn’t know whether be nervous. Unlike you your dad focused on status. From all you know this could be an old geezer. Not like your dad would care about such a thing.

"Yea Sunday sound great! We’ll be there, have a good night father." You dad said with a big grin on his face.

Setting the phone down your dad called your mom into the living room and gave her a tight hug. "I think we just resolved all of our problems. If y/n marry’s this man then we’ll be set for life! At least that’s what father told me."

You couldn’t recap the last time you’ve seen your dad so happy. He almost looked like a kid receving the best news ever.

The day came fast and your mom made you look extra nice today. She wanted to make sure you caught this man attention. Swoon him so hard that he would not want to let you go. You couldn’t help but fidget in the car as you guys drive to church. You held the rosary in your hands secretly and prayed for this to not be bad. You couldn’t help but overthink about everything that could go wrong.

When you got there you couldn’t help but feel sick. The whole time during mass you had to excuse yourself because you could not get rid on this feeling. You hated feeling anxious. Stepping out the restroom once again you lean into the wall and shut your eyes.

Maybe agreeing with your dad was a horrible idea. You wernt easy for this, marriage and then kids? That’s way too fast for your taste yet your mom had you at nineteen. You didn’t notice how long you were out there until you saw a crowed of people walking out the doors. You gasp and run inside to find your parents before they could scold you. Going through the crowed you make it to see your parents in the front looking at you.

"I’m here!" You say as you run up to them. "Sorry I was just getting some water." You lie.

Your dad nods and turns his attention back to the father.

"Yes this is the gentleman I was talking about over the phone. He’s very dedicated to the church, a loving person, and is very well known around here." He says before waving someone on to come here. When you turn to look at him your jaw almost dropped. It was Yuta, the guy you met last week.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him even when he stood in front of you. He took your hand and kissed it just the way he did last time. "It’s a pleasure to see you again my lady." He smiles.

Your dad looks at you confused. "You guys have met?!" He asks.

"Yes, last week actually." You say nervously.

"My name is Yuta Okkotsu I live in the upper part of New York. You may know me from my uncle, Saturo Gojo."

Your mom lets out a gasp as she held my father’s arm tightly. You looked at your parents panicked. was that a bad thing? Should you be worried?

"Dont worry mam I dont want any trouble. Im just looking for a suitable wife. Father here told me he had the perfect lady, right?" Yuta looks at the father who nodded nervously.

"This is outrageous, you think I’m going to give up my daughter to someone like you?! Over my dead body." You dad shouted.

Yuta looked displeased and walked down the steps. He looked at your dad and pointed at the direction he wanted to go with him using his eyes. Your dad grumbled as he followed him. They didn’t go out of sight but you couldn’t hear them. Yuta put his arm over your dads shoulder and exchanged a few words with him.

"Thank god my debt is over to him." The father mumbles as he held the cross he wore with his hand.

Something didn’t feel right about this at all. This wasn’t just a coincidence right? 

It didn’t take long for your dad and Yuta to come back with smiles plastered on there faces. It was as if they weren’t arguing not too long ago. Like they were long time friends that had just met up after so long. Yuta still had his arm wrapped around your dad’s shoulder.

"I’m so glad you’ve taken interest in my daughter. Hope she can meet your expectations and mines. Go on, take her as you please but I would appreciate it if you had her home before dinner time." Your dad says cheerfully.

Your mom looks at him in disbelief. She was probably as shocked as you were from the sudden change of opinion. Grabbing his arm she pulled him back and said his name in a disapproving tone. Clearly her opinion didn’t matter because he swatted her away and pretended not to hear. He still held a smile and directed you to stand by Yutas side.

"I can’t wait for you to be my son in law and to meeting your family for when that special day comes. You don’t even need to ask for my permission! You already have it." Your dad claps.

What the heck happened during those few minutes? Your dad was talking like an idiot while Yuta held a pleased look as he nodded. Grabbing your hand he walked you out as he waved goodbye to your parents. "I’m so glad the single lady that father recommended for me was you." He said.

You look at him as you guys walk to his car. Chiseled face, perfect skin, pale, dark blue eyes, and a bit of eye bags. He was handsome and you were glad your prayers seemed to have worked. Though you couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t going to be a normal relationship.

Stopping you look straight ahead to see him unlocking his car. Your eyes widen a bit seeing that he owned a 1945 Rolls Royce. You were used to having money but apparently he was rolling in it. Leading you to the passenger seat he opened the car up and you sat in the nice interior. As you got comfortable he got into the drivers side.

You wondered where he would be taking you today. Obviously he’s trying impress so maybe a restaurant? You were pretty hungry after all. Before you could say anything someone spoke before you.

"We’re hungry Don."

You quickly turn around to see two men sitting in the back with rifles. Your heart dropped realizing that maybe you felt uneasy because Yuta was a murderer. You didn’t realize you let out a gasp until everyone turned to look at you. Quickly you covered your mouth. Yuta realizes how frightened you were and tried to grab your hand but your quicker and move it away. Your hand flew onto the door handle but your shaking hand made it hard from you to open it. When you did you ran out but end up falling because your stupid heel got caught in a crack from the broken concrete. Pushing yourself up you were ready to scream for help until someone covered your mouth. Tears threatened to spill down your face.

"Shhh, your okay, we’re not going to hurt you! Those are just my friends who wanted a ride. Sorry I didn’t tell you, I must of forgotten." Yuta lifts you up by putting his hands under your arms. When you were on your feet you couldn’t help but shake.

He brought you into a hug making you rest your head on him as he held you. "I told you guys to take another car. You knew what I came to church for." Yuta sighs at the men. "You frightened the poor girl just look at her!"

"Sorry Don, but with the recent situation we can let you out of our si-" the man stops speaking "we’ll call someone to bring us another car.."

Yuta helps you back into your seat and closes the door shut before turning to look at his friends. "Great, remain out of sight."

AN: This has been in the draft for some time

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[crushedsweets]

Do you have any headcanons of Lyra and Toby’s relationship?

this has been in my inbox for like over a week by now because this is a big task in my head. i will focus more on the family itself, but obviously the siblings r there.

ROGERS FAMILY HCS UNDER THE CUT... tw for abuse and addiction, of course

ok. WE'RE GETTING PERSONAL HERE. im the eldest daughter of 3 so the way in which i project into older siblings is insane. ive also had an addict father(no where near like frank though let me clarify) so in general . . the story.. makes me feel very...... basically their relationship is very personal to me.

lyra is about 2-3 years older than toby.

frank's dad was in the vietnam war, his grandparents were in wwii, his grandparents in wwi, etc. so he went into military service right after marrying connie. for a long while, he was SUPER military strict. those kids were up, made their bed, and down for chores by 6am everyday. he made them do military time rather than civilian time. he was incredibly traditional, expected a perfectly clean household, a polite soft daughter, a strong bold son, perfect wife. he wanted the 1950s nuclear family model. so toby and lyra grew up in a very clean, strict, traditional household.

in my au, frank wasnt outright abusive until the kids were around 8-11. it was after he developed his addictions and lost his job. the kids really didnt understand what was changing at first, and legitimately were like 'omg dad isnt making us wake up at 5am everyday..... this is so cool'.

theyd start having sleepovers in eachothers room, slacking a bit on chores, going to sleep late, sleeping in. toby didnt develop his tourettes until he was around 7, so lyra and toby would walk home from their elementary school together. sometimes, theyd walk another friend home first, stop at convenience stores to get candy, pet a cat, etc. frank didnt say a thing for the first few months, just drunken grumbles along connies worried 'WHERE HAVE U BEEN'. if they weren't walking around the area, they were in the backyard playing soccer.

eventually the abuse began, and all of those little freedoms were quickly stripped from the kids.

toby developing tourrettes around this time was a painful coincidence, because not only did he experience abuse at home, but awful bullying at school. he was promptly pulled out after completing 3rd grade. he was only 8.

lyra would practically run home from school everyday, as fast as a 12 year old girl with a backpack could manage, just because she spent all 7 hours in school worrying about toby at home. connie had to start working to pay bills, so..

when toby was around 11 and lyra was around 13, toby started kinda just. being more distant. he was kind of a dick to lyra for a period of time, half because of everything he was going through, half because puberty is rough. his room started getting messy, lyra had to start picking up chores he was slacking on , etc. lyra isnt perfect and began to resent toby for this, and eventually, the two were kinda at eachothers throats for like 6 months. which isnt a lot, but for kids, its an eternity.

when franks abuse evolved from ''just'' verbal abuse, to shoves, to slaps, to full on beatings, toby started egging frank on. just to get him off of lyra and connie. obviously he couldnt feel it, and while it sure took a fucking mental toll, it was so much easier to just wait it out rather than listen to the girls cry.

lyra didnt even realize toby was doing this for a while, she just thought it was all part of him going through his little hormonal asshole phase, until one day frank made a fucked up comment about 'youre lucky that boy is always causing trouble. was supposed to be you'. then it kinda clicked and she very quickly tried to fix their relationship back to what it was.

frank eventually scared connie so badly that there'd be periods of time where she'd take the kids in the middle of the night, and run off to either her parents place, or even a random hotel in another city. she'd use cash, force the kids to keep their phones at home, leave literally everything behind and often make the kids pick out new toothbrushes at a random walmart. etc. it would only last a few days each time, and lyra fought so hard to stay strong while her mom cried and toby closed himself off.

she'd try to get toby to come to the hotel pools with her, try to get him to watch tv with her, try to get him to just fucking talk to her. he was often catatonic during these little runaways, once the confusion adrenaline and fear wore off

it wasnt until they went around a month without seeing their father, and frank had some weird fucking. 'those are MY kids too' thing and went to connie's parents house while all the adults were out, and forced the kids back home. this was the first time lyra was full on sobbing and begging and pleading in years. that was what shifted something in toby, too.

now tobys 13, lyras 15, and theyre on better footing. theyre starting to understand eachother. tobys back on keeping up with chores, knowing that either him lyra or connie was going to get beat if they were missed. sometimes he'd just silently come into lyras room and lay down and watch tv with her. they'd talk about books, about school, their trust was built right back up and toby ended up being the first to know about lyras school drama, gossip, boys, etc.

toby wasn't really socialized properly, since he's been homeschooled for 6 years by now. all the time, he'd hear lyras stories, and wish he could go to school. his mom would be horrified anytime toby asked, because all she could remember was her sweet boy coming home and crying into her arms after a day of being mocked and pushed around by peers.

so he began to live through lyra, in a sense ? he almost became a diary for lyra, and he kinda loved it. she was like a sitcom to him.

frank wasnt a good father by any means during this period, he was still awful, but he wasn't constantly looking for trouble. the kids kept to themselves, connie did everything she was expected to, he didnt give a shit about their grades or social lives. he couldn't even recgonize when lyra was coming home late.

lyra got her license the second she turned 16. the house had two cars, and its not like frank was ever going anywhere, so she was always going everywhere. she adored the freedom, and took toby wherever he'd let her. he only really left the house if he was going grocery shopping with his mom or something, so it was kinda weird now that he was just. going to malls. going to restaurants. going to parks. just Hanging Out. every now and again he'd stick around when Lyra was with her friends, but he didn't like them so it was rare.

sometimes theyd just drive together for a long time. at night, she was the one to take him to every hospital visit, she even got him to volunteer at a pet shelter she worked at for a bit. 3 years and they become so close again, and lyra is tobys best friend. she's his entire world because who else does he have ? he loves his mom, but she's married to the man he hates more than anything

toby was 16 and lyra was 18 when frank strangled toby till he passed out. thats finally when connie kicked frank out, forcing frank to go live on his moms couch. lyra was mortified and started spending an absurd amount of time with toby. she took online community college courses just so she could spend even more time with toby, and it didnt hurt to do so since frank wasnt there anymore. things were getting better for the family, frank was gone, lyra was in college, connie was working, toby was volunteering at shelters and even had a few acquaintances he'd talk to now and again.

lyra picked toby up from the shelter he volunteered at when the accident happened.

lyra and connie had matching silver necklaces with a circle pendant that had their initials. toby didnt cuz frank would get pissed if toby tried wearing jewelry, but when lyra died, toby immediately clung to it. he wears it religiously. the only time he takes it off is if he knows he's going to kill someone that day. otherwise, its always on him.

lyra died and was buried in colorado. toby lives in alabama now. so he really doesnt visit her grave often. only on her birthday, he'll scramble together some money and get brian, tim, and kate to agree to cover his uh. 'shifts' with slenderman, and take a few loooonnnggg train rides over to colorado.

he'll leave two bouquets of flowers. one for lyra, one for connie.

connie just feels in her heart that its toby. she has no reason to believe it, they've never bumped into eachother (toby's visiting at like 2am and falls asleep near the grave for a few hours), but she knows nobody else whos visiting lyras grave and leaving two sets of the same flowers.

toby and lyras childhood home was put on sale shortly after it was reconstructed from the fire, and connie moved in with her sister. lyras bedroom door was the only one that was shut and left unscathed after the fire (legitimately keep your doors shut if you ever have a housefire it can save entire bedrooms and even lives). the rest of the house was ruined, but not lyras room. connie kept every single one of her belongings, but she's put some photos out on the grave. tobys taken them, and connie believes it was him. again, she has no reason to believe it other than the flowers and 'why would someone take a photo of my dead daughter.'

anyway hi. in tears. i love them. sorry. i just retell their story over and over and get sad everytime

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[tender-rosiey]

How would gojo act when his mother loving son DOES grow up, or even better if gojo over here’s his teenaged son telling his mom that he doesn’t think Toni’s good enough for her💀(in a wholesome platonic way obviously)

old man — gojo satoru x f!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: it’s either writer’s block or i am just too busy; I hate it here

gojo doesn’t know whether to be thankful his son turned out this way or whether to despise it.

on one hand, he is now sure there will be someone to protect you when he isn’t around, even if he knows that you are capable and most badass and hot woman his eyes have seen, but who can stop a man from worrying about his wife?

plus it’s amazing to play pranks on everybody with your son.

but, on the other hand, he lives in constant competition with his son for your attention. not a moment can pass without his son trying to butt in.

gojo just came back from a mission and wants a welcome back kiss? no, his son wants to cuddle with his mom right now.

gojo would like to go on a date with you, his beautiful wife, and spend sometime alone? too bad, your son is tagging along. what a nice family outing it has become.

the moments the both of you shared alone were rare, but you enjoyed them to the fullest nonetheless. your son’s clinginess has been more tamed as he grew but he no doubt adores you and he makes sure you know that.

today was yet another where gojo was on a mission overseas, and you had your precious and lovely son to keep you company until he came home.

although he was quite the cheeky and sassy kid, but he had an undeniable soft spot for you and he loved being in your presence, better yet having his hair stroked by you.

something his father also enjoys.

“mom.”

you hum, “yes, honey?”

“why is dad such a loser?” he asks and your hand stops its movement.

noticing that you’re still caught in your initial shock he continues, “he is an old man with white hair and even his students are embarrassed by him; why are you with him?”

“you know your father is just 37, right?”

your son shrugs, “that’s old by my standards.”

“so I am old?” you ask and he shakes his head instantly.

“no, you look younger than him and are a million times prettier than him,” he assures and you smile teasingly.

“picking favorites, aren’t you?”

“I love him too, but it’s just that I am obviously better anyways so that leaves him to be in last place,” but he continues before speak up, “first place being you then second place being me.”

a laugh leaves your lips while your son closes his eyes in concentration for a moment before announcing something, “dad, i know you are there.”

you hear a grunt of pain before someone falls on the ground and you assume it’s your husband, “satoru, is that you?!”

happily, you make your way to him and give him a hug which he gladly returns despite his pain from the box your son threw at him using his energy, “hey honey,” he softly says with his face buried in your shoulder.

your son watches from the couch with a pout but lets you guys greet each other nonetheless.

“I missed you so much,” satoru says before pressing a big kiss to your cheek and you giggle in return and pat his head which makes him grin.

“me too, ‘toru,” you smile, “but how long have you been here?”

his grin immediately turns into a pout at that and you can see his eyebrows furrow, “long enough to hear the words of my ruthless son,” he half-heartedly glares at him.

the boy rolls his eyes before walking to his dad and looking up at him, “hey old man.”

“I am not old, you sassy teenager!” your husband argues and your son smirks but it drops as soon as he sees his dad smirk as well, who puts a hand on his son’s head to ruffle his hair, “speaking of which, I don’t think you want your mom to know about—“

“ALRIGHT!” the boy covers satoru’s mouth and looks at him with a nervous smile, “D-DAD YOU MUST BE TIRED; GO CHANGE!”

“what did you not want me to know about?” you ask and your son looks horrified.

satoru pats his son’s head one last time before going upstairs but not without giving you a kiss on the lips.

“N-NOTHING!” he hears his son scream and satoru smirks, the evil one has fallen.

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[galaxycunt]

You Turned Me Inside Out

4k ish fluff and angst

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You’ve sent the divorce papers with a news coo until they became tired of you. Still, you persisted. You figured Buggy wasn’t dead yet, you would’ve been told right?

Your think back on that quick courthouse wedding, you were seven months pregnant, Buggy even bribed a clerk to keep quiet. Wouldn’t do a husband any good to be arrested on his wedding day.

You thought it was romantic at the time, even if your first marriage was officiated by your first mate. Less complicated that way. Maybe that was a bad omen, he was good for awhile. He left you both, even a guy with a bad childhood didn’t see anything wrong with giving it to his own. Even left your daughter with his nose.

You kept your bar, plenty of sailors talked shit about marrying you. The townsfolk pitied you, you decide awhile ago to say you were widowed. Less humiliating that way. Even if he was dead, Buggy never was letting you go anyway. Your baby had your smile, so she smiled for the both of you these days.

The baker’s daughter watched her awhile you ran the bar. It was an easy enough arrangement, you always adjusted to new plans on the fly.

And that’s when you see him.

“Cabaji,” you yell across the crowded bar, “unless you’re waving a white flag, get the fuck out!”

Your loyal patrons readied themselves for a fight, who needed a ship when you had drunks?

”Look! Sorry! The captain wanted me to check the place out!”

You hop over the bar, marching straight to him, “where is he?”

He obviously didn’t enjoy this task, you always liked Cabaji.

”On the ship.”

”Folks, I’ll be right back. I got kids upstairs, don’t start a riot. Alright?”

A rousing ‘aye, aye!’ surrounds you both, you may have never had a high bounty like your husband, but you had that.

Cabaji leads you to the Big Top, your nerves gnawing at you. You’re worried you’ll kill him, his crew then turning to kill you. Leaving your daughter all alone.

You shook those thoughts out, settling in the pit of your stomach.

Buggy was waiting for news in his cabin, and Cabaji reluctantly leaves you to knock on his door alone.

He swung the door open, like he was waiting for that knock. Only to be faced with you.

”You…it’s really you.”

“You have a fucking wife, remember?”

His shoulders drop, “I…I know.”

You slap him, and he takes it with grace. You decide one isn’t good enough, slapping him a few more times.

”Glad that wasn’t a punch,” he tries to joke.

”I’m a better person now, for my daughter.”

”How is she?”

”You don’t get to ask that.”

He gives a nod, “how are you?”

”Sign those papers, I’ll be much better.”

”I can’t do that.”

You search his face, Buggy looking like a kicked puppy pissed you off more than anything else.

”You left us, just let me go.”

”I have plenty of excuses, none you wanna hear.”

You stare into his eyes, hoping he would combust. You damn your heart, because you want to hear it all. You spit on the floor turning to leave, Buggy following you back to your bar. You’ll feel better once it was on your turf.

The patrons watch him over their mugs, you motion Buggy to sit on an empty stool. You ignore him for most of the night, thinking if you should go get your baby. Buggy looked pathetic, staring at his beer. You had a soft spot, begging to be acknowledged.

With a sigh, you go upstairs to let your sitter go home. Your baby looks too much like him, especially when she cries. You love your kid, you do, you just wish she wasn’t his.

”Here,” you say, “you run off with her I will kill you.”

She’s a lot bigger than he remembers, it had been 4 months since he held her last. Buggy knits his brows and frowns, holding her tight. The man sitting next to him coos at your child, making him beam with pride.

You should’ve known that’s all it would take, Buggy loved the spotlight. At least the little red nose was cuter on her, he kissed it enough to make her giggle. Being a dad was easy, he just got to sit there and make her happy.

You hate him for this. You consider killing him now anyway.

“Out with it then, another fucking bird try to eat you?”

”Do we gotta talk here?”

You look around, a few people are pretending to not eavesdrop. It gives you some courage, that you’re totally in the right here.

”Yup.”

He sighs, “damn it. Fuck, okay fine. I was nervous. I was tired. I needed a fucking break.”

”Oh, this is incredible. Please keep going.”

He groans, “I was gonna only be gone a few days. Retire on a high note.”

”Captain Buggy retiring? I liked the bird story better.”

He looks down at your daughter, his finger being gummed to death. He lets her have the whole hand, rubbing his face with a forearm.

”Okay, so not a permanent one. But long enough! You’ve done it, you know the deal.”

“I didn’t have a kid yet.”

He whispers your name, “I love you. I love her. I’m here now, that’s gotta count for something.”

”Do you even remember her god damn name?”

He looks down at her, “Marcela. She has my heart on a string, you both do.”

You should’ve known better, pirates didn’t get tied down. You both knew a baby’s place wasn’t a ship, and his wasn’t a nursery.

”Well, you saw her, guess you’ll see her again when she’s 18.”

“Oh come on, barkeep, I haven’t seen my own kids in years. Man’s gotta work.”

”Shut the fuck up, Benny. Your wife hates it and so do I. All wives do!”

You point at Buggy, “not all husbands have detachable dicks. Should’ve cut that off while I had the chance.”

”You’re a real bitch, you know that?”

You smile, “you married this bitch. Guess you’re gonna have to sign those papers.”

He grumbled, reattaching his hand so he could hold the baby better before slamming his beer. Buggy continued to glare at you the whole night, to his credit, he would stumble upstairs occasionally to change her and hand her off to you to get fed.

At closing time, you found them both asleep in the corner. You could cry, seeing her peacefully in his arms. He should’ve stayed, he was cruel and nothing would let you forget.

You whisper in his ear, “Buggy. Let me take her up.”

He yawns, gently passing Marcela to you. She only stirs a little bit, and you hope she’s at the point where she’s finally sleeping through the night.

Buggy notices how tired you are, “permission to come aboard?”

You shake your head, “no.”

”I’m your husband.”

”You didn’t care about that detail until now.”

He balls his fist, “I never forgot.”

You shush him, shooing him away as you take her upstairs. He follows you anyway, and you remember the rifle above your bed. You’ll use it if you have to.

You put Marcela to bed, Buggy right beside you, regarding her like she was made of glass. He let out a breath you didn’t know he was holding. A shy smile you could see in the dim light.

”I’ll walk you out,” you urge.

He doesn’t put up a fight, only lingering at the front door.

“Goodnight, Buggy.”

”Wait, can I come back?”

”Why would I want that?”

“Oh, come on! I’m not the first fucking pirate having to go do their thing! Not like she’s too old to even remember me!”

”Fuck off Buggy. You made a fool of me more than once.”

He frowns, “baby I’m sorry.”

You shove him outside, slamming the door and locking it tight. He bangs on the door a few times, shouting and cursing.

“Don’t wake up the baby!”

He stops, storming off in a huff. You figure this was going to be a yearly occurrence, more if you were lucky. You wonder briefly if you should take up one of those regulars on their offer of marriage, if only to make Buggy pissed off.

Buggy was persistent, showing up early the next day. You had stepped outside with your baby to walk around only to be surprised by him, a punch to his gut for his trouble.

”God! Morning to you too.”

”Buggy, I’m surprised you’re still in town.”

You can’t stand the sight of him, but he does look good without his make up. The morning sun bathes him in a heavenly light, picking up stray strands of hair like a halo. He looks at you like he was thinking the same thing. He smiled the way he always did with you, his gaze soft as he stepped in your personal space.

Buggy knew how to turn on the charm like a switch. You didn’t want this Buggy, you married the real one.

”How’d you sleep?”

”Fine, been doing fine for months I’ll have you know.”

He grazes your shoulder with his as you kept walking, “where you headed?”

”The beach. She likes waves.”

A futile attempt to shake him off, he spent time on the ocean even with his weakness. Buggy didn’t show any hesitation in following you, eyes glued to the carriage in front of you. You figure it’s an ego thing, she looks like his little clone.

He helps set down a blanket with all her toys, laying on his belly with her as he she coos. You couldn’t fold this easy, turning away to count the ships docked in the distance. It was easier when it was just you and him, sleeping together before he took off for who knows how long. You really should’ve married someone else, he knew how to sell himself too well.

“Does she get, uh well, do people,” he motions to his nose.

”Oh no, I think it’s cute on her. Don’t think anyone really wants to insult a baby in front of me.”

He smiles, “glad to hear it. You let me know if I need to knock some heads. Both of you.”

He lays on his back, dangling Marcela above him.

”Stop that.”

”Oh, she’s fine. She’s laughing, I got her.”

”No,” you're on the brink of tears, “stop acting like you give a shit. Just get outta here. I’ll marry the baker, he’s bonafide.”

”Bonafide? Ain’t I bonafide?”

You shake your head and he huffs.

”I give a shit. I actually take my vows seriously.”

”You left, couldn’t be fucked to be a real husband and father.”

Buggy sets the baby back down, turning to look at you. You swat his hands away, regretting that you been humoring him this long.

”If I knew letting you keep my balls would settle things, I would’ve,” he grumbles.

”Yeah, it would actually! I need a new stress ball!”

Buggy grits his teeth, “you’re the only one in the East Blue who’d even think about saying those things to Buggy The Clown.”

It was getting childish, kicking sand at him, “I’m not your god damn fan. I say whatever the fuck I want.”

”At least I’m not a fucking baker.”

”Yeah, if your baking is like your cooking, you’d be lousy at it!”

He laughs, a long hearty one. He picks up your baby, walking her to the edge of the shore, letting her toes dip into the warm waters. You’re hiding a smile, fatherhood looks good on him. And he knows it, laughing in your face like that. You suppose you couldn’t blame the guy, Roger was the last person you’d expect to teach a kid manners.

”Hey,” he calls out, “you pack a lunch?”

You nod, and he gives a thumbs down, “I’m taking my girls out. Get some good grub.”

You really should decline, “there’s a cafe on the pier. Great pancakes.”

”Let’s go then!”

So you spend the day with him, Buggy was mostly hush about what he was out doing. Out of shame or boredom, you couldn’t tell. Buggy even helps you stock the bar, shooing away your extra help when she arrived. You let it happen, and you’re not sure why.

Maybe if he wants to spend the night, you’ll lock his hands and feet away so he can’t escape this time. You look at his hands, thinking about the last time you let him hold you.

God, are you that weak? Are you really falling for your husband again?

Funny joke, he should hire you as a writer.

”What’s up, baby?”

”I think you should stay the night.”

His face lights up, “great. That’s so great.”

He detaches from his legs, letting his torso twirl around with you and Marcela in his arms. You let out a gasp as he did it, holding onto him tighter.

The first time he did this to you, you felt like a fairy.

“You’re so cute when you blush.”

”I’m not blushing.”

He tilts your chin up, “you are.”

You shake your head, finishing up your tasks. It had been hell since you saw Buggy last, your heart yearned for him every day. Pirates aren’t used to being so open with their feelings, you wonder if he meant it when he wanted to keep your hair in a locket. You sent it with a letter, he only thanked you.

”Buggy, did you even miss me?”

He was changing a diaper, nearly dropping the pin, “of course I did.”

”Are you lying?”

His hand flies to you for a moment, stroking your hair. You shove it away, and he recalled it back to pop into place.

”I could never lie to you.”

”You just leave out the truth.”

He looks as heartbroken as you, “I’m not a good man, I’m sorry I gave you that impression. But I love you, I love our family.”

You only nod, ignoring him the rest of the night. The patrons don’t flirt with you, now that your daughter was being held by her father in the corner of the bar. Someone puts on the record player, a romantic song wafting in the air. Didn’t fit for a sailor bar, catchy enough that they sing anyway.

”May I have this dance?”

”They'll have my head if drinks ain’t poured fast enough.”

”Let ‘em,” he whispers in your ear.

Two hands are still holding Marcela in her seat, his forearms wrap around you as he swings you around. You always loved a man who can dance, and as expected Buggy was a showy dancer. Even without fingers he dipped and twirled you, lifting you up and over.

You collapse into his chest once the song was over, you’re guided back to the bar so you could pour drinks. A smile doesn’t leave either of your faces.

”Sir, your girl is the best thing that could ever happen to us salty dogs!”

”Don’t I fucking know it,” he beams.

There’s a twinkle in his eye as he returns with your baby, hopping on the counter he gives a sharp whistle.

”Alright listen up, today’s my little girl’s half birthday. A round on me!”

The loud commotion doesn’t bother her too much, Buggy still making sure to cover her ears as he grins at you. In this moment, you’re completely charmed. You’re too afraid to kiss him, you know you shouldn’t kiss him. But he grins and your daughter laughs and maybe, just maybe it’s okay.

He offers to close the bar, and you insist to count the money. He didn’t leave you high and dry last time, but you weren’t that stupid.

Soon he trudges upstairs, kicking his boots off. He sits on the bed only a moment, before shaking his head.

”Do you want me here? Or should I sleep on the couch?”

”Couch.”

”Okay. Hey uh, can I kiss you?”

”What?”

”Just the cheek? The nose? A hand?”

You must be tired, “kiss me like a man, Buggy.”

He kisses you slowly, treading carefully until you push him away. He clears his throat, and sleeps on the couch as promised.

You wake up before him, realizing he let you sleep the whole night. You always liked watching him, it was rare that you were up before him. Buggy was like some strange version of an angel, those long lashes fluttering, chiseled jaw and lovely lips.

You crawl closer to him, his breath hot on your face. You kiss his nose, if you could even call that. It’s so light, there was no way he could feel it.

His eyes flutter open anyway, “well, hello.”

”Thanks for letting me sleep.”

”Go back to bed, she’s still sleeping too.”

Your heart goes soft, come with me, you want to say. Instead, you let sleep overtake you again.

You aren’t sure of the time it is now, and you notice Buggy was gone. You strain to listen to your baby, you didn’t hear anything either. In a panic, you shoot up.

”Buggy?”

”In here!”

Oh thank fuck.

He’s on the floor, playing with your daughter. You ease your heartbeat, standing there a little awkwardly.

“C’mere.”

He drapes an arm over you, “can that kid watch Marcie today? I wanna take you out, just us.”

”I’m not a cheap date.”

”Oh, I know.”

You haven’t dressed up in ages, nervously fussing with your hair until he knocks on the bathroom door.

“Be out in a minute.”

What were you even doing? How many women do you know with husbands like him? The loneliness, the worry. It was easier when you were younger, Buggy was made for the sea. He couldn’t stand being on land for long.

So why did you marry him? Because he was funny? Because he was cute? He loved you the only way he knew how; a captive audience, an adoring fan.

But that’s not really true, is it? It never was for you, he loves you honestly. A rare thing from a pirate.

Buggy whistles at the sight of you, “gorgeous.”

“Thanks, Bug.”

”Only stating the obvious, I could go on but, we got plans tonight don’t we?”

He doesn’t fit in amongst the diners surrounding you. If not his best outfit being a striped shirt and dirty pants, it’s his leg on the chair arm with a drink in his hand. People gawk at his nose when he’s not looking, thankfully focused on you.

If you were honest, you didn’t belong in this place either.

“Why are we here Buggy?”

”You deserve it, had a pretty good haul awhile ago.”

”That why you left?”

He grimaces, “yeah. Found a map.”

You look at your plate, chewing slowly. Buggy drinks more than he eats.

”We were arguing more, you seemed so unhappy. I uh, figured it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”

Your vision blurs, “you should’ve told me.”

”I know honey, I know. I never…I never sat still long. As much as I’d like to.”

He insisted it could work at the time, claiming that pirating would be a side gig. Pirates weren’t built for that, as much as Buggy loved his circus you know he loved treasure more.

”So now what? When’s the next time you’re just gonna run?”

Buggy wouldn’t face you, “I-I don’t know. I do know…I won’t leave you stranded. Not again. Ever.”

You lose your appetite, running out on him. You aren’t sure where you were going, running towards the ships docked in the pier. He’s right behind you, shouting your name. You ignore it, reaching his ship.

You wish you kept a bottle, you’d burn the damn thing down. You laugh bitterly, the sea really is his mistress.

“Baby, hey. Let’s talk.”

”If I didn’t send that letter, would you even come back? When I was pregnant?”

Buggy holds your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. His jaw is tense, his fingers tremble. You never seen him so undone.

”I never left. Not really. I married you because I love you.”

”Don’t bullshit.”

”I’m not.”

You slap him, “don’t lie to me.”

”I’m not.”

You shove him, “don’t lie to me!”

“Baby stop! I’m sorry okay! God damn.”

You attempt to knock his head off his shoulders. He grabs your hand before you do, “come on. Let me show you something.”

He leads you to his cabin, among the mess and clutter he digs for something. He hands you a box, all your letters, photos, even an old wanted poster. He even kept a onesie and one of the footprints you thought was thrown away.

“I did it for us, I always do it for us.”

You’re on the verge of tears, “You’re going to Grand Line soon, aren’t you?”

He nods, “I had to square away my affairs, I had to see you again.”

You swallow hard, “how long?”

You never sailed that far, your own crew wasn’t ready for that. If he lived, you knew how long he could be gone.

”I don’t know. I do know one thing, I’ll be back.”

You let him hold you as you cry, you could feel droplets on the top of your head. You both stand there crying for who knows how long. Eventually Buggy kisses your eyes, and you tug on his shirt to pull his lips to yours.

It’s a good sign, you feel fireworks even now. He lifts up your skirt, fingers grazing the waistband of your underwear.

”I love you,” he whispers, “my North Star.”

Buggy stays with you for several weeks, and a small part of you wants to pretend he’s going to stay. When your first love died, you promised to remain by the sea. They’d protect you, even in spirit. You hope that promise extended to Buggy, they would’ve like each other.

You help him ready the ship, Buggy stalling in every way he knew how. Not enough costumes, a spotlight was out, you both knew how this was going to end.

He doesn’t let go of your daughter, showing her every single part of his ship. The crew adores her, promising to make her a cabin girl once she’s old enough. It kind of sounds nice, Buggy plans to bring you along too when the time comes. That sounds pretty good to you too.

Eventually, the Big Top sets sail. You teach Marcela to wave to her daddy, you blow kisses as you shout farewells. You promise to tell her about him, and he promises his damnedest to write every day.

It wasn’t going to be easy, it was going to be lonelier this time around. But you are a beacon, an angel of the sea to guide him home.

#buggy the clown #one piece #buggy x reader #buggy x you

[gamblersdoll]

PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER 8

cw: mainly fluff, talks of sex, happy ending.

authors note: the grand finale! or what our baby daddy calls it.. “jackpot.” thank you to those who read this little short story of mine, definitely not the last of hakari. thank you, and enjoy.

you never really heard from sinji again. at least you hope not, not ever since hakari blew your back out in front of your now ex boyfriend. and put him in the hospital.

after all of that, it was quiet– peaceful even. no noise, no stress, nothing. not with hakari, which was different. your first shot at dating him was always chaos, either dealing with the fact he was suspended for a good little bit, fighting the staff at school, or other kids. and his minor gambling problem.

but it was different, this time. this time he was sending you roses every day, and the little edible arrangements that you only had to mention once and he was sending them to you every friday. oh, not to mention, dates on every monday and friday.

gojo was like a wingwoman, trying to catch up on boy drama you had or being nosey in general. maki had grown.. decent with hakari, having the mindset of “as long as he treats you right and makes you happy, we’ll be cool.. i guess he aint that bad.” and yuuta just being there.

you were content, at last. you didnt have to be so uptight and tense, you could finally be soft and delicate. thats what hakari did, he subconsciously forced you into your ‘soft girl era’ and you didnt have to worry about a damn thing. because why? hakari would take of it, he would take care of his babydoll.

you sat your head in hakari’s lap only a few minutes ago, staring at the tv as two grown men fight and hakari was leaned back into his couch, chewing on a toothpick in nothing but a wife beater and sweats. his hand on your hip, ever so slightly massaging the fat that endowed the hip bone. he also rubbed his hand up and down your side, sometimes sneaking a glance to your frame and leaning down to kiss your jaw.

he had felt more than warm, feeling like he had won the biggest gamble of the century: you. you were what he wanted, no, needed in his life. someone to tell him when hes at fault, to set him straight when he fucks up, someone he can be comfortable with, everything he needed and wanted, all over again.

his attention was drawn back to the screen, seeing that the fighter he placed a bet on had obviously won, and he chuckled. “that five hundred dollars goes to you, babydoll.” he whispers, taking his hand and entangling them in your hair to scratch your scalp. although he barely had nails, damn could he give good head scratches.

“wha- why me? thats your money..” you had said, still looking at the tv. you didnt think much of it, never arguing with what he said. always just sitting there and looking so pretty for him.

“because i love you.” he had said, feeling the world be lifted off of his shoulders, a weight lifting off his chest and he sucks in a breath. he waits for your response, but you feel butterflies clogging up your chest, and you sit up to look at him.

“you what?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“i love you.” he repeats, looking at you dead in the eye and leaning in close to you, putting his hands on your thighs. “i love you, within everything that i ever had to me.”

it had taken him some years to come around and say that, previously not wanting to say it. why? because he was a dumbass when you first met. now? he was grown, matured. you felt the waterworks start to come, but you shielded your eyes before he could even get the chance. he knew you were such a sucker for sentimental things.

“my babydoll is such a crybaby.” he snickers, dodging at the small hit that you tried to land on him. he chuckled, kissing your cheek and wiping whatever tears you had spilled on your cheeks and kissing them again. “ i love you, babydoll.”

“i love you, too.” you say, bubbled. you chuckled when he snatched you up into his lap, placing pepper kisses all over your face and body as you giggled and laughed.

“lets not repeat the last time we dated, huh?” hakari stated, and you nodded in agreement. he took his left hand and put his pinky up, waiting for you to do it back in return.

you took your left hand and placed your pinky up, interlocking your pinkies together and smiled he kisses your lips, biting on your bottom lip.

“jackpot.” he said to you, his forehead pressed against yours.

“jackpot.”

777

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[dellalyra]

Family Formation - Part Eight

Summary: Yuuta joins the family, and the events of JJK0 are explored.

CW: sexual references, swearing, suggestive themes, canon typical violence, mentions of blood and wounds.

A/N: sorry this took so long guys I’m working on my 1.5k followers celebration too so this took a back burner but I gotta say thank u all so much for such amazing support ily all <3 don’t forget requests for this series are always open and so are requests for my 1.5k celebration!!

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Your husband comes through the front door of your cottage, strangely quietly – which is your first indication of something being amiss, your peaceful house when you come home is usually sounds of music and the occasional meow of a cat and whistle of a kettle, and soft chatter between you and Megumi, but it’s always broken by a “Wifey! I’m home! ‘Gumi, come see your darling papa and welcome him home!”, so the silence was disconcerting.

Hearing footsteps from behind you, you spin from your place at the stove, freezing at the sight of a slightly uncharacteristically serious Satoru.

“What’s up?” You say.

“Where’s Megumi?” You reply.

“Studying at the library, he’ll be home by 8 pm. What’s wrong, Satoru?” You put your hands on his shoulders and see them loosen under your touch.

“Remember that I was visiting the cursed kid today? After the school thing?”

“Yeah? Okkotsu, right? Poor kid.”

“Yeah. Well, he’s in the hall.”

“Hm?”

“He’s in the hall, the kid. Like – in there.” He says pointing to the entryway of your house.

“Well, I’m glad I made extra food. It’s like I have a sixth sense. Now we can’t leave him out there, bring him in. We’ll talk later.” You say, kissing your husband on his cheek. Contrary to what many people think, your husband never does anything without thinking it through – and you trust him implicitly. Details could be dealt with later.

He kisses the top of your head and leans into the hall.

“C’mere Yuuta, it’s your turn to meet the world’s most beautiful woman!” He shouts and you roll your eyes, smiling.

In the doorway appears a boy, thin and slightly gaunt in the face – he looks so tired you almost worry he’ll keel straight over. You think he’s a little older than Megumi, maybe 2 years his senior. He’s tall enough, probably the same height as your son. His eyes dart from the ground up to you, then around the room. You can just feel the nerves rolling from him.

“You must be Yuuta! It’s so nice to have you here, I’m Y/N, Gojo’s wife. I hope you’re hungry, we’ve lots of food, I made spaghetti tonight.”

“Thank you for having me, ma’am. I’m very sorry to be imposing on you like this.” Such a polite boy, you think, with wonderful manners.

“Oh don’t be silly you’re not doing anything of the sort! I’m just sorry if my husband dragged you here. Want me to take your coat?” You lean toward him, and he flinches and shies away, eyes looking to Satoru. You look between them.

“Rika… she’s a bit, eh, protective.” He says.

“Ha! Don’t worry about Y/N, Yuuta. She’s special grade too, like me and Rika.” Satoru laughs ruffling your hair, passing by into the kitchen.

“We’re all safe here, Yuuta, don’t worry.” You softly say, nodding toward the dining room.

You serve up some food for Satoru and Yuuta, who both eat like they hadn’t in days. You don’t eat yet, saying you’ll eat with Megumi when he gets home.

“Our sons about your age Yuuta, how old are you?”

“16. How do you guys have a son my age?” He asks, obviously curious about how two people in their mid-twenties could have a teen.

“Ah, well, he’s adopted. We took in Megumi and Tsumiki when they were little, Tsumiki’s your age. But she’s… she’s not here.” You say, still unsure of what to say about where your daughter is.

“Tsumiki was cursed. She’s in the hospital, sleeping, she has been for a while now.” Satoru fills in when he finds you faltering, squeezing your hand.

“Cursed, like Rika?” He asks.

“Kinda. We don’t know what happened to either of them or why they’re both cursed. But Tsumiki is alive – and human.” Satoru says.

“Would you mind telling me about Rika, Yuuta?” You ask him.

He looks at Gojo, who nods and smiles.

“She was my friend when we were small. She told me we’d be together forever and she loved me and gave me this ring. But, she died. She was hit by a car. She stays with me now. She’s, really protective of me. That’s … what happened at the school.” He says head bowed, fiddling with his ring.

“Well, you can tell Rika she and you are both safe here.” You knew that wasn’t a promise you could keep, if Rika threatened your family - you’d have to take action.

Yuuta smiles, and you stand up from the table.

“Yuuta, the TV is on if you want to relax for a while. Satoru, will you help me set up the guest room?” You ask, hoping he’ll tag along and fill you in on what happened.

He follows along, and in the room, changing the bedsheets so a boy harbouring a special grade cursed spirit can stay the night, he tells you all about the higher-ups, the execution order, Rika’s sheer power and the rest of the story.

“He’s enrolled at the school. I just don’t trust the higher-ups enough yet to let him stay there. It’s why I brought him home. He can stay until I can be sure.” He nods resolutely.

“Sounds good. I’ll come into school early tomorrow, I’ll speak to the higher-ups too. Pressure from us both should have them back off somewhat. I’ll look at his dorm too, see what seals I can put on it, for extra peace of mind.” You wrap your arms around his torso, and he reciprocates.

“Thank you, Princess. What a team we make, huh? It’s like we were born to torment the elders together. If you’re going to shout at the old men though, I’m coming too. I will never miss a chance to see that, you’re just so damn sexy when you fight them. Might have to sneak you off to an empty classroom after.” He winks, lightly slapping the rounds of your ass.

“Like I’ll ever say no to that, ‘Toru. Time honoured tradition since 2008.” You nip his neck and he groans at the steamy memories through the years, but you saunter off, with a little extra swing in your hips. Biting his lip, and smiling at the view, he follows you – as always.

The next few weeks slipped by, Megumi was not even slightly phased (as always) by the situation, he knew you guys well enough by now to never be shocked. Yuuta settling into school, netting the first years and attending classes with both you and Satoru. He was getting more and more comfortable with you both, and relaxing too. You were quickly discovering that Yuuta was a truly sweet boy, he was kind, caring and so thoughtful, with quite the sense of humour to boot. You were sitting in the living room one night when you noticed Yuuta repeatedly pushing his hair from his eyes.

“You want me to trim your hair, honey?” You say to him.

“Would you? That would be awesome. I’ve been worried to go to the barber because I didn’t think Rika would react too well to a stranger coming at me with scissors.” He huffs out a tiny laugh.

“Do you think she’d mind if I did it?” You say you had started to approach Rika through Yuuta, hoping he could feel safer if she felt safer. You treated her always like a toddler who was desperately protecting her toy, and it seemed to be working. Satoru always smiled at you when you included her in something, the sheer expanse of your heart would never fail to amaze him, along with your emotional intelligence – he saw how you approached the situation calmly and softly and was amazed at the progress you’d made. He may have been in charge of teaching Yuuta to handle Rika’s powers, but you were teaching him how to handle Rika.

He nods, smiling that adorable smile.

You set him on a stool, hair scissors in hand and a towel on the ground. With a soft comb to boot. You both chit-chat about school while you work, he asks about your cursed technique and you realise how much you like spending time with this kid. He was just so warm and personable, it was impossible to not grow attached – you felt you understood Rika a bit more.

As you finish up, Yuuta grows a little stiff – and quiet.

“What’s up, Yu?” You say, hand on his shoulder.

“It’s, it’s Rika. She – I told her no, please don’t worry, but she asked if you’d comb her hair and I told her no she’s not like that anymore-” he begins to ramble, and through your shock, you realise that this curse – the Queen of Curses - isn’t just that, she’s also just a little girl. A little girl stuck in a terrible fate, all because she loved a boy.

“Yuuta, tell her yes.”

“What?”

“I’ll comb her hair, but tell her she has to be a good girl, okay?” You say, smiling gently. He stands in shock, but he trusts you. And for some reason, he’s started to trust Rika.

Behind Yuuta, emerges a shape – taller and bigger than him - there’s a resemblance to a human, faint but - it’s there. A small giggle – a giggle, comes from the mouth of the curse. You step toward her, as you would a wild cat. You are sure to soften your gaze and your voice.

“Hello, Rika. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Y/N. I’m a friend of Yuuta’s too. I’ve been excited to meet you.” You say, waving your hand.

To your shock, which you hide, a childish girly voice says ‘Hello pretty lady. Yuuta said you will comb my hair.’

You nod and softly beckon Yuuta to the side, he follows your lead and you turn to Rika, you notice she has no hair, not anymore, but tendrils instead – you figure you’ll make do.

“Of course Rika. Do you want to sit down so I can do it?” You pat the cushion on the ground and Rika makes herself a bit smaller and moves and curls her lower half, almost snake-like, onto the floor.

You move behind the curse, and for a moment you shake your head – how the hell did you get yourself into these situations? You’re combing the head tendrils of a curse on your living room floor. You guess Satoru was right – you do have to be a bit crazy in this life. You also enjoy the thought of the heart attacks the scene would give the higher-ups. That feels good.

You reach your hand out and stroke her head, up and down, separating the tendrils to mimic the motions of brushing long hair.

“My momma used to sing to me when she combed my hair when I was little, would you like that to Rika?” You say.

An affirmative hum of ‘Yes songs please, Rika and Yuuta-like songs’ comes from the strange voice of the curse.

You begin to hum the soft song your mother did as a child as you continue to comb through her tendrils. You used to do this for Tsumiki too, and you think that maybe you just have an affinity for cursed young girls.

Yuuta just stands in shock.

You spend about 20 minutes doing this, and Rika just sits and holds Yuuta’s hand.

You tell her you’re done, and her hair looks wonderful. Yuuta tells her to thank you and before she retreats to wherever she goes, she does thank you, and she also says.

“You are nice to my Yuuta. Thank you, pretty lady. We both keep him safe.” And with that, she’s gone.

Tears flood to your eyes and you pull Yuuta into him. Wishing you could absorb some of the sadness he feels.

That night, you and Yuuta grew so much closer. Yuuta told Megumi when he got home, and Megumi just shrugged,

“Mom’s equally as nuts as Dad, but she knows what she’s doing.”

As you told the story to Satoru in bed that night, he just smiles at you.

“God you’re something else Princess was made for me, you’re crazy and I love it.” He says tickling your sides as you both laugh.

Months pass quietly enough as you eventually move Yuuta into his dorm. You have some classes with the first years, so you get to see the blossoming friendships.

Things are peaceful.

Until they aren’t.

Everything happens in a whirlwind and then in front of you stood the man who was once your brother.

You tensed, standing beside Nanami – as you take in the man after so many years of his absence. His clothes have changed, and his hair is down – like you used to tell him to wear it. He still has the gauges and the smile, he still smiles that same smile reserved only for Satoru.

You then notice he has his arm around Yuuta, you move to push forward but Satoru tells him to step away from the kids. You study the form of your husband - he’s radiating strength, power and energy but only you can see the slight line of hardness in his neck, he’s scared. Not scared of losing, he knows he’d win, scared of the inevitability of him having to kill his only best friend.

Suguru releases Yuuta and you push the boy behind you. You think of the last time you saw him. It was the day he left for the mission in the village, he was up early, as usual, and you stumbled half asleep into the kitchen of the dorm, Satoru’s sweatshirt long and comfy. You chatted about the missions you both had that day and as per your daily routine – he poured your coffee just how you liked it and you made toast for you both. You knew he wasn’t himself lately, you’d been there for him, doing what you could. So before he left he pulled you into a hug, patting your hair.

“See you tomorrow, oniisan. Don’t forget bar at 8 pm, okay?”

“Sure, I won’t forget.”

And with that, he was gone.

And now, he looked at you – older, hair longer, more refined, more sure in your stance, but that same glint of passionate determination in your eyes.

A declaration of war was made that day, and a date was set. A party to which none of you wanted an invite but attendance was mandatory.

And then he was gone.

That night, Satoru collapsed into you, breathing harshly and ragged. It was rare to see the strongest so unravelled but he was safe with you. He knew what would happen. He knew what he’d be forced to do. After all, he was society’s greatest weapon.

You let him heave into your chest. You stroked his hair, during bubbling in you like an unholy soup of loathing and hatred. You hated the world, the higher ups, the hierarchy, for driving Suguru to this – but also hating Suguru, for doing this to Satoru. You’d be okay, both of you. But right now, you needed each other.

The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

That’s what it had been called. Battle plans were drawn up. Yuuta and Maki stayed at school, everyone else to Shinjuku. You were grateful for Suguru’s advance notice, it gave you time to send Megumi to your mom’s house. You guessed he had someone minding the twins too. Parenthood can interfere with war.

Through the fight your main objective was offence, sure you were strong. Incredibly so. You were capable of causing unrivalled destruction. Ironic, you always thought, given it was also the technique capable of causing unrivalled beauty.

You vaguely caught glimpses of Nanami and Mei Mei through the fight, but soon enough your husband caught up to you.

“He’s not here.”

“I thought he’d go straight for you.”

Something clicked in his head.

“He’s going for something more valuable to him.”

The school. Yuuta. Rika.

Fuck.

“You stay, Satoru. They need you here. I’ll go. Finish up here, then come.”

He was about to fight you on it when an explosion echoed loudly. He hadn’t doubted your judgment or abilities in 9 years – and he wouldn’t start now.

“Take Inumaki, and Panda.”

“Can you send us there?”

And with that you and the two students were in a circle, being warped by your husband back to high school.

And in front of you was chaos.

Maki was unconscious, you checked her pulse quickly – confirming she was alive and moved to find Yuuta.

But in a way, you had been too late. Rika stood gloriously behind Yuuta. A deal was struck between them. You couldn’t get close enough in time, flashes of light blinded you for a second and then you somehow found yourself following a trail of blood.

Suguru was leaning his head against a wall.

He was dying. You could tell that much.

Your Yuuta had saved so many people.

Wordlessly, you slid down the opposite wall, sitting facing him. Blood and ash caked your body, the smell of destruction and iron filled the narrow alley. You knew Satoru would be here soon. Suguru did too.

“Fancy meeting you here.” You say.

He lets out a laugh.

“Come here often?” He replies.

“To sit with my dying friend who just tried to kill the boy I see as my son and waged war on the love of my life in an alley? Yeah, most weekends.” You smirk at him, lowering your daggers to you sides.

“Nice ring.” He says, pointing to the wedding ring on your finger.

You hum in agreement.

“The wedding looked beautiful. You did too, you made a model bride and groom.” He said.

“You got the photos we sent?” You and Satoru had secretly sent photos of the wedding in an unmarked envelope 2 years ago. Something soothing for you both.

He nodded.

“How drunk was Shoko and Utahime?” He laughs.

“Very. They also got together that night.” You laugh.

Silence for a moment, a smile on his bloodied lips.

Some people would think this suicide, sitting with a terrorist catching up on old times. But he was no threat to you, not now, he was dying and he knew that. He would put up no fight. You think he always knew that.

“You should have been his best man.” Your eyes droop, looking across the gravel.

“Nanami did a good job.” He replies.

“But he wasn’t you.”

“Any mini Satoru’s yet?” He asks.

“Not yet. Two kids though. Adopted.” You smile. “The twins, are they still with you?”

“Nanako and Mimiko.” He smiles fondly.

There’s silence for a few moments.

“Don’t make this harder for him, Suguru. Please, he doesn’t deserve it.” He will know what you mean.

“I won’t. None of us deserved it.”

“No, we didn’t.”

A figure appears in the alley, you lock eyes with blue crystals. No words need saying. You smile sadly at Satoru. He looks between you and the man on the ground. You stand up, and walk to Suguru. You kiss the top of his head.

“See you later, oniisan.”

You stop beside Satoru, you grab his hand and squeeze.

“I love you, ‘Toru.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

He squeezes back, you walk back to the school – you need to check on your kids. One last look behind you and Satoru is crouching beside him.

He needed to do this alone. This was not something you were part of. It was between them. Blood brothers and the strongest. Best friends. You would pick up your husband’s pieces and glue them back with love and care, but this action was his alone. Destiny wasn’t something to be toyed with.

In the school, you embrace Yuuta, tears on his face – he told you about Rika. The curse was broken. You held him and whispered softness to him.

You help Maki to Shoko, Inumaki too. Panda is fretting over them all.

You think of the boys in the alley. You think of the tragedy that was forced upon your love – he didn’t deserve this. But he deserved love. So that’s what you’d provide.

Several months later.

“Okay, that should be everything. Now remember, sunscreen – no matter how busy you are, okay?”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t forget.” A slightly taller Yuuta agrees. You had helped him pack for his overseas trip with Miguel. You and Satoru were about to send him off.

“She’s going to text you to remind you everyday anyway.” Satoru smirks patting the boys head. You glare at him playfully.

You both lead him to the school gates and hand him off to Miguel. Like sending a boy to summer camp and not a special grade sorcerer on a long overseas mission.

You kiss him on the cheek and tearfully tell him goodbye and stay in touch. You hand him one of your silver daggers, 4 had been given to you when you started Jujutsu High by your family, they were heirlooms. A cursed tool, strong and imbued with power.

“This will keep you safe.”

“Thank you, Y/N. Really, for everything.”

“Our boy! Moving away! They grow up too fast!” Satoru is whining beside you.

“Miguel, he’s allergic to shellfish so be careful okay.” You warn the tall man beside Yuuta who nods, staring bewilderingly at the man who beat him to a pulp months ago whining over a boy going on a trip.

And then he’s off.

“One leaves the nest.” Satoru says and you hum, grabbing his hand and leading him to the school.

“What do you think about refilling the house? With Gojo’s maybe?” You say. Hoping he’ll pick it up.

“With my clan elders? God no, why would you even suggest having those wrinkly ballsacks in our home. They’ll taint it!” He shivers comically.

“No, Toru, I mean little ones. Very little ones. Small Y/L/N Gojo’s.”

He stops in his tracks and stares at you.

“Then I’d say let’s get to work straight away.” You laugh joyfully and squeal as he throws you over his shoulder.

Safe to say, saying your child was conceived in the empty classroom which was you and your husband’s designated sex classroom was sweet, after all, it was tradition.

TAGLIST: @vesta-ro @lilithlunas @mialexandruh @sassy-cat-in-town @madam-ri @cjm-cookiethief

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #jjk #anime #dad!gojo #gojo smut #geto suguru #pixie writes: family formations

[romanarose]

Will Miller

Valentine's Day

Go!

You are getting WOO'd

mentions of sexy time and insecurity

Will knows how to romance a woman, having had a fiancé before. With that having broken apart with his PTSD ruining everything good in his life, Will is always worried he's gonna mess it up or he's not doing enough. He overcompensates.

You wake to flowers, the smell of breakfast being made for you and already, you are determined to give your husband special treatment.

You had a cute gift, one of those matching couples keychains with your song on it, but that wasn't going to be enough. No, Will deserved more.

You let him do his breakfast for you, giving him a quick blowjob just to start his work day *right*

Will had an edible arrangement delivered to your work a few hours in, just as you were about to reach for a snack in your purse. fucker knows you like snacks. Goddammit, he's got ahead of you. You call around on your break, trying to see if you can get flowers or chocolate delivered but of course everyone is booked. You tried to see if you could leave early, wanting to get home before Will and start dinner knowing that was his move too but your boss said no. Dammit.

You said him a few lovey texts throughout the day, and it seems everything you say, Will out does you. You needed to fucking up your game. Will deserved so much, he deserved everything and all you got was a stupid keychain.

The store you stopped at in a rush was sold out of everything good and all you find is a cheesy kids Valentines Day box with dinosaurs on it. He told you him and Ben liked playing dinosaurs as kids right? That was one of his favorite games, right? no. Stupid. Between that and the keychain you looked like you were half assing something Will obviously planned.

You come home defeated, only to find a candlelit dinner there for you and Will dressed up. You were not looking your best after a long day of work.

You start crying.

Will's smile dropped, rushing over to take him in your arms. "Princess what's wrong?"

Embarrassed, you have the gift and the chocolate, sniffling and waiting for a disappointed face.

Instead, you see Will light up. "Baby!" He exclaims. "I love it! Thank you!"

"No." You whimper, shaking your head. "This is all I got..." You explain that you feel like your efforts were pathetic compared to his and you worried you weren't showing him how much you loved him. Will listened, his blue eyes bright on you and when you were done he pulled you in again, kissing your forehead.

"Princess, you are my Valentine." Will says earnestly. "And these gifts? They are so thoughtful. You remembered how much me and Benny loved playing dinosaurs, and you gave me a reminder to take everywhere of you and our song, a reminder how much you love me."

"But... You do so much for me, look at all this!" You gesture to the nice dinner.

"It's not a competition. You show your love for me daily. You pack me lunch with cute love notes in them." He kissed into your hair. "You massage my back." He kisses your nose. "You are always careful closing doors and cabinets and drawers to not startle me." He kisses your lips and pulls away to allow you to look at him.

"But that's not anything special" You concede. "I do that because I love you, and you do stuff for me, all the time."

"Yeah." He chuckles with good nature. "Because I love you too. We're in love, we're a married couple. A team. Some days I give more, some days you give more. This year, I happened to want to go all out, but last year you booked us a whole weekend getaway, remember?"

Oh. Yeah. That. "Well... yeah okay."

Will hugs you close, his strong arms comforting you. "I love you, and I love your gifts. I love being at a place in life where I can sit down and eat a homemade dinner with my beautiful wife."

You relax, taking a big wife of the food he made. For a white man with English blood, he sure knew how to cook. "Can I shower before we eat?"

"Of course, princess. you feel better?"

"Yeah." You smile at him, but you still had another idea to treat him, and that's why you wanted to shower. before you dressed up nice for the lovely dinner, you slip on your best lingerie.

***************

Love you doll sorry its late!

#will miller #will miller x reader #William miller x reader #William miller #valentines day #triple frontier #triple frontier drabble #William miller drabbles

[dontbesoweirdkira]

For a cunty request can I have a time traveler reader with any of mafia? Maybe Vico or Tommy?

A/N: oh this is going to be hilarious! Thank you for requesting…stay cunty😘✨ (hopefully I did your idea some justice. I didn’t entirely know what scenario you wanted so just some general thoughts)

Warnings: ⚠️a little bit of Joe Barbaro ⚠️

Masterlist

Requests: open 24/7

I’ve chosen Vito because have you ever seen those memes where it’s like, “a victorian child would probably have an aneurysm over this”, yeah…that would be Tommy if you appeared in his timeline

Like that man is stressed the hell out enough! Don’t go ruining his life further with your shenanigans.

Besides Vito would definitely take this far better than anyone else with the exception of the characters from mafia iii. My brother has been to prison, shipped out to war, and now suddenly in the mob…he’s definitely seen some unspeakable shit..

Every soldier has at least one paranormal experience…for him it just happened to be your dumb ass.

He’s not amused by you in the slightest at first..what the fuck is an iPhone and why are you dressed like an idiot? Are you high on something or just unwell?????

“Look Lady, I really don’t have time for this shit and I have places to be. If you need something there’s a Salvation Army right down the block..”

Of course you keep persisting that you’re perfectly fine and that you’re actually from the future. I can just imagine Vito speed walking away with an exasperated expression plastered across his face; you're just continuing to spew nonsense as you follow him.

“I-I don’t want to hear you talk about your fucking bullshit future! Please just go away.”

This man’s blood pressure is through the roof at this point. He’s even trying to physically shoo you away, if it wasn’t for his background he would’ve taken you to the police department.

“Okay do you want a dollar? Huh, will that make you finally stop yapping?? Actually, here take 20 and go away.”

Eventually he just gives up. You’re the most hard headed individual he’s ever encountered and he let’s you follow him. You’re obviously not giving this up.

Partly thinks this is some kind of prank Joe set up to get back at him.

So naturally his first instinct is go go find Joe because if he has to hear the crazy shit you’re spewing, so does he.

Worst. Mistake. Ever.

At first Joe is also trying to get you to leave his buddy alone. Even offering you money just like Vito did earlier but then a light bulb goes off!

Joe’s main mission in life is to piss off Vito and for him…golden opportunity right here for free.

“Sooo…Y/N was it? Tell me, if you are from the future, will Vito always be this fugly?”

“Oh shut the hell up for once would ya? This is a serious situation we have on our hands and you think this is the time to be making jokes??”

“Maybe not fugly but he will end up being a grumpy old man with no wife or kids.”

Joe absolutely loves you and you’re now besties

“Oohhhh no. You two will not be in cahoots!! Joe stop fucking around.”

Don’t worry, Vito eventually comes around to you. He kind of has to now that Joe is riding this thing so hard.

Neither one of them truly believes you though. At least not at first. It’s kind of difficult to prove until the event you’re warning them about actually comes to pass.

You are able to tell them extremely detailed facts and information about themselves and the mafia. You warn them about Henry and give tips about different tasks.

This made them suspicious of you and blew you off as some kind of narc for knowing so damn much. It wasn’t until things started becoming true, they came running right back to you.

They’re both feeling a mixture of excitement, concern and confusion.

Joe doesn’t understand that you only know main historical events and wants you to give him the winning numbers to the lottery.

Vito on the other hand thinks you’re some sort of crazy psychic or maybe one of them aliens from the film he had just seen.

Either way you’re definitely not from here.

Ultimately Vito doesn’t entirely know how to handle all of this. I don’t think anyone would ever be able to fully process this happening. After all you’ve predicted and protected him from, he just accepts that you’re who you say you are.

You’re not a threat to him and Joe seems to really enjoy having you around so I guess he doesn’t really mind you either. He lets you stay at his place too. It’s the least he could do after all your help and the shit he gave.

At least you’re not as bad as that kid, Marty.

#vito scaletta #joe barbaro #mafia headcanon #mafia ii #mafia 2 #headcanon #vito scaletta x reader #mafia trilogy #mafia definitive edition #mafia 3 #tommy angelo

[elgascreamslikehell]

Something Something Sunday!

Should I apologise in advance? I mean I wasn't technically tagged by any means, it's just voices in my head

I'm in a bad place now if it could count as an excuse.

I like Chris

I like Buck but still he's an idiot sometimes

The character I came up with is a jerk but technically he has a point!

It's still buddie fic))

I'm still aiming to the happy ending

‘Hey. You're thinking too much again, what's wrong?’ They lying on the beach and waves are quietly rustling around ‘Chris does like lakes. He likes swimming…’, - Sam smiles: ‘Well, I'm not sure if you are aware of that, but there's an ocean in LA’ Buck slightly breathes out: ‘He… do you remember the tsunami several years ago? We were there. Chris was there. He's not a fan of the ocean, lakes are safer’ Pause ‘You were…. You mean you three?’,-’No. I mean yes but… Eddie was working. Chris and I just had a day together so we decided to spend it at the coast and… it was a disaster, I thought I lost him. You know, Chris has CP. So…’, - ‘No, wait a second. You two were at the coast when there was the tsunami, you and your co-worker's..’-’My best friend!’, - ‘Okay. You and your best friend’s son who has CP… and now you’re asking why he didn't go with us here. I'm positive his father is an idiot if he even thought it could possibly be a good idea. If it were my son - I would never let him go anywhere with y.. without me. And where's this boy's mother? I'm quite close to report him to social workers’ That's unexpected. Buck sits on the sand and turns to Sam ‘What do you… Eddie trusts me. And what do social workers have to do with that?!’ ‘Buck, listen. You know I'm a lawyer, right? Your ‘friend’ seems to be… okay. If he fails his son it's their problem of course but I don't think it's fair that you are so worried about it.  I mean… he obviously tries to transfer his parental responsibility to you. And as I understand his wife is not in the picture so most probably she wasn't a good parent either. Or…’, - Buck interrupts him a little rudely: ‘His wife died. On his hands to be exact, we were on that call. She might not have been a perfect mother but you can't just judge people’, - ‘I'm a lawyer. That's basically my job, to judge people. But ok, I'm sorry, maybe I stepped in too hard. Anyway, all I want to say is - stop thinking about it. It's not your son. It's not your problem. It's sweet you're so kind to this kid but… stop. You have your own life.’

Well, tagging.

If you don't want to be in that list and still are - raise a hand!

If you somehow want to be here and you're not - raise another hand!

@pirrusstuff @steadfastsaturnsrings @idealuk @duncley @angryangeldreamsalad @blackberry-l @aspecbuddie @teayourtea @springeden7 @charleyk @lilypads-and-dragonflies @virtualstudent16 @princehattric @dantesrebellion1776

#eddie diaz #buddie #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #911 fandom #911 buddie #911 eddie #911 fic #ryu is writing stuff #ryu is eating glass

[theteasetwrites]

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 96: There's No Place Like Home

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 11 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: language, violence ❧ Word Count: 5.6k

❧ In This Chapter: You've finally returned to Alexandria, but it isn't all sunshine and rainbows. The Commonwealth has taken over, and it will take some sweat, blood, and tears to get it back. Emphasis on the blood.

❧ A/N: Happy New Year! And man, we don't have very many chapters of this series left... I am hoping it will end at Chapter 100 (nice, satisfying number), but we will see how well that works out. I am hoping to also include some sm*t before the end... Just for old time's sake. Lots of exciting stuff coming up. By the way, please ignore the fact that in the show, it is snowing during the windmill scene. Idk what the writers were thinking, but they clearly fucked up the timeline because in the show, there is a Halloween event (which is obviously in October), and then it cuts to 6 months later, so there's a six month time jump, and that means that all this should technically be happening in APRIL, and it doesn't snow in April so I am just imagining it's April for my own sanity ok? And because I want Wes to be an Aries thanks.

You had watched through Daryl’s binoculars, sitting idly by as Negan struggled against the Commonwealth soldiers that tackled him. You were home now, on the outskirts of Alexandria, but security was high, and brutal. 

You didn’t much care for Negan getting beaten, you had to admit. Some old wounds would never heal, and as much as you tried to reserve sympathy for him, it was difficult. What worried you, however, was Ezekiel, Nabila, Princess, Kelly, Connie, Magna, even Negan’s wife, Annie. What worried you most, of course, were the children. 

The town had been turned into what you could only describe as a labor camp, with a redheaded man in a dark grey coat barking orders to exhausted workers as soldiers stood by menacingly with their rifles in hand. You didn’t see the children. Wherever they were, it couldn’t be much better than this. 

You and Daryl met back up with the others, further outside the walls, where you couldn’t be seen by the guards. 

Maggie was disturbed by the news, and even more disturbed to hear that the children were nowhere to be seen from yours and Daryl’s vantage point. “But they have to be there, right?” 

You met her gaze, releasing a heavy sigh. You were about to speak before Rosita spoke for you. “Okay, we need to go in now.”

“We can’t,” replied Daryl. “There’s too many guards. We’ll never make it.”

“So, she turned our home into a prison,” said Gabriel. “After promising to give it back.”

“She never planned to give it back,” said Maggie. 

“Wait,” you said, an idea suddenly coming to you. “The sewers, we can go in through the sewers, right?” You lifted your gaze to meet Daryl’s, who seemed to follow your line of thinking. “Like before, when the Saviors attacked. You escaped through the sewers.”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “Good idea. You and me, down shit tunnel.”

How romantic. 

The group split, with Maggie and Carol taking the south sewer, you and Daryl taking the north. Gabriel and Rosita stayed on lookout outside the walls, much to Rosita’s dismay. You understood that—she wanted to get to her baby as soon as possible, so did you. 

So you told her that if you got to the kids first, you’d be sure to check in on Coco, to make sure she was safe and healthy. It wasn’t much, but it was all you could do. 

Daryl climbed down first, shining his flashlight down on the tunnel floor. It always made you nervous, watching him go first into dangerous situations. Still, he always insisted.

“Be careful!” you whisper-yelled down to him, yourself shining your own light on his hands as they moved down the rungs of the ladder. “Watch out for walkers.” As much as you trusted Daryl to be smart, you were always going to worry about him a little too much. 

“Shh!” He held his finger over his pursed lips, then let go of the last rung to drop feet first on the ground. He held up his hands to beckon you. “C’mon!” he whisper-yelled back. “Ain’t got all day.”

You rolled your eyes as you turned to climb down. “What’s it like down there?”

“Smells like shit.”

You stepped on the fifth rung down, now catching a whiff of said shit. “Besides that.”

“Dark and wet.”

You gave up asking by the time you got down, but now you could see it for yourself. Indeed, it was dark, wet, and it did smell like shit. 

“This way,” said Daryl, pointing towards the beam of the flashlight that illuminated the tunnel. l. “I’ll go first, stay behind me.” 

You ignored him, walking alongside him instead. 

He huffed, shining his light just below your face. “You never listen ta me,” he said. 

You tilted your head and made a sour face. “And you always baby me.”

“Pfft…” Well, he wasn’t going to deny it. He did baby you, but it was for a good cause. “Jus’ be careful.”

The two of you silently stalked the length of the tunnel for a while, until you stumbled upon an overgrown maze of leafy vines hanging from the sewer grate just overhead. Entangled in those vines was a walker, flailing its arms and growling as the two of you approached with your flashlights trained on its rotting face. 

“How the hell did it get down here?” you asked. 

Daryl spared no time, bending over to begin clearing out the overgrowth with a series of grunts. You followed his lead to help make a path. “Musta found its way in ‘ere somehow. Got all tangled up.”

The walker’s sounds got louder the closer Daryl got, until his knife plunged into its head, ending its growling and flailing. He shined his light further, making sure that was the only one. “S’all clear now,” he said. “Come on, this way.”

You trudged through the brush, grabbing Daryl’s hand when he lent it to you. The path was still not quite stable, though, and a wrong step between the branches caught the toe of your boot, causing you to stumble. 

Daryl’s grasp tightened, with his other hand grabbing your other wrist to keep you steady. You didn’t fall, but you stumbled enough for a flash of white to cascade from your coat pocket. All you had in there was your photo, as you always kept at least one with you. 

“Oh, no.” 

You turned to frantically search through the leaves, while Daryl looked on in confusion as he held his flashlight with the beam concentrated on your hands. “What is it?”

“Nothing, just…” You found the polaroid nestled among a few leaves, and you sighed in relief. “Thank God.”

You turned the photograph over in your hands, revealing the face of your daughter. She smiled wide, with Dog posed beside her as her arm wrapped around his neck. That photo was an older one, taken a few summers ago. Robin wore her favorite white linen overalls, decorated with daisies lovingly embroidered by you, and her floppy brown gardening hat. Even Dog sported a yellow bandana tied loosely around his neck, with his tongue hanging out to the side as his mouth humorously curled into a wide grin. 

Robin’s eyes looked so blue here, like two little sapphires shining between caramel colored bangs that hung a little too low on her forehead. You remembered trimming them not too long after you took that photo. 

You slathered her exposed skin in sunblock that day, making sure she didn’t get any burns. Her skin was sensitive, like yours. She burnt easily, but when she rubbed her eyes that day, the sunblock seeped in, irritating her. She came up to Daryl crying, her fists balled up in her eyes as she rubbed them in an attempt to get the sunblock out. You were bringing out the lemonade, and Daryl dropped his hot dogs to see what was wrong with the little girl. The poor thing sobbed so much she couldn’t make out any words, and you came out onto the front porch to see Daryl in a parental panic, Robin bawling her eyes out, and Dog feasting on sausages. 

At least you had gotten that photograph before all Hell broke loose. You had managed to get your two children to sit upon the porch of your home in Alexandria, taking a break from playing in the unforgiving midsummer heat of Virginia. It was nothing compared to Georgia, Daryl always reminded you, but it was all Robin had ever known, until you left. 

We never should’ve left. 

“Hon?”

You sniffled, holding back a few tears. After all these years, you still couldn’t stop yourself from crying. Everyone else had gotten so good at it, it seemed. Sometimes, you wondered if you had gotten even more sensitive. 

“It’s… I forgot I put this in my pocket.” You chuckled slightly under your breath, just now noticing how filthy Dog’s paws were from digging holes and trying to catch gophers. “Sorry.”

You reached down to return the photograph to its home, but Daryl’s hand stopped you, gently holding your wrist. “Let me see.”

With another sniffle, you held it out to him, and he took it in his own hands. “She was so little,” he said, his lips quirking into the slightest crooked smile. “Even Dog looks younger.”

“They’re precious,” you said, your voice beginning to falter. “I wish… I wish I’d taken one of Wes before we left.”

He looked up to study your face, now with one tear running down your cheek. You quickly brushed it away, sniffling again. 

“We should keep going,” you said. 

“Wait a sec.”

Odd. Daryl was usually the impatient one of the two of you, and though neither of you wanted to spend more time in this stinking hole, Daryl couldn’t go on with you like this. He didn’t have to ask. He knew what it was.

“We’ll find ‘em,” he said. “We will.” As he held out the photograph to hand it back to you, he cupped your hand over his, as if Robin’s portrait was protected by both of you. Well, it was. She was, so was Wes. 

“H-how do you know?”

His eyes softened in the way they only could for you, his angel. “I just do.” He let your hand go, so you tucked your photo back into your pocket. When your eyes looked back up at him, he rested a hand on the spot where your neck met your shoulder. His thumb reached up to rub your cheek, where his touch warmed you. 

“Dad instincts,” he added with a smile, much to your amusement. A small chuckle erupted from you, but it was bittersweet. 

“You’re such a good dad.”

He could feel himself beginning to choke up, your emotions and your words overwhelming him, too. The empathy link between you and him was always strong, to the point that your hurt was his hurt, and vice versa. Not only that, but he was terrified, too. Still, one of you had to be strong for the other now. 

“And you’re a great mom.”

“No,” you said, though you leaned into his touch. “I tried… I tried not to let them take them away.” Guilt washed over you then, and he could feel it, like it was flowing from your body into his from the point where his hand touched your cheek. 

He pulled you in, against his body. His arms formed a protective barrier around you, as they always did. His pride was in keeping you safe, like you were entrusted to him forever. It was a great responsibility to protect the most precious thing in the world, to love her and make her happy as much as he could, but he was never one to give up easily. Besides, loving you was easy. It came naturally to him. 

“I know.” He let his chin rest upon your head, while his hands smoothed over the ripples in your coat on your back. “I know you wouldn’t just let ‘em get taken. You did what ya could.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

“Hey, I lost the kids, too. They jumped us. Hell, you just had a baby. You weren’t in any condition to fight back, you know that.”

He pulled back, but you still looked down. His hand came up to hold your chin, lifting it until you were forced to face him. Your eyes were weighed down by tears tugging at your waterline, threatening to trickle down your reddened cheeks. Your lips quivered slightly as you tried to hold it together, for him. He was always so strong for you, you had to try to be strong for him, too, even if he had strength for the both of you.

“If we… lose them—”

“Stop it.”

“But we could—”

“No.” Both hands held your cheeks again, this time with more pressure. Not too much, but just enough to let you know he was serious. “Listen to me. There ain’t no damn use in thinkin’ about what might happen or what might be happenin’. All we gotta think about right now is how we’re gonna find ‘em, and what we gotta do to find ‘em. I know you ain’t ever gonna stop worryin’, ‘cause that’s just who you are, and I love you, but you gotta trust me.”

You gotta trust me stuck with you.

“I trust you… Do you trust me?”

“You know I do, angel.”

You held him back, squeezing him as hard as you could, like a human stress ball. “I love you, Daryl Dixon.”

He took advantage of the space where your neck was exposed to leave a small kiss there. “I love you, too… And when all this is over, I’m takin’ you somewhere nice.”

You turned to face him with a weak chuckle as you wiped away the last of your tears. “What?”

“Like a vacation.”

Sometimes, Daryl surprised you. It was a rare occurrence, since Daryl was always rather predictable, which you liked, but there were times like these where his impulsiveness would come out, perhaps just to distract you momentarily from your worries. He knew exactly how to do so. 

“A vacation?” you asked. “There’s no such thing. You used to say that vacations were impossible now.”

“Yeah, but… What if we just get on the bike and go? Ain’t gotta be far, just a little ways away, just you and me.”

You shook your head in playful dismay. “Daryl Dixon,” you said, “you seem to be forgetting that we have no less than four children we are currently responsible for, two of which are our children, one of which is a baby.”

“Well, we wouldn’t be gone long… And we could wait till Wes is older, when everythin’ calms down. Maybe things will be better again, like they were before.” He studied his surroundings, the dark tunnel in which you were standing, which wreaked of putrid musk. “Now let's get outta this shithole, and get our kids back.”

By the time you raised the sewer grate, stepping out clandestinely inside the walls of Alexandria, it was dark. With only two flashlights to lead the way, you immediately recognized where you were. It was the middle of Morgan Street, your street. 

It was empty, though, too empty for comfort. 

“Where is everybody?” you whispered. “The guards…” You trailed off as the beam of light you held in your hand illuminated a distant house, its windows dark inside and the familiar rose bushes you had once kept so meticulously pruned were gone, ripped from the recently tilled dirt that once housed their roots. “Daryl.”

He turned to follow your eye line, and sadness welled within him like a tidal wave. The house was repaired to some extent, but it looked so different now. It looked dreary, empty. The home he’d made with you was no longer boisterous and full of life. 

He could still hear the patter of Robin’s little feet upon the hardwood floor as Dog chased her. 

He could still smell your potpourri experiments, cloves and oranges and magnolias and lavender and rose and whatever else you could get your hands on. 

He could still feel your weight leaning into his chest as he held you, sitting upon the couch as a roaring fire crackled in the fireplace, keeping you both warm into the wee hours of the morning, when he’d more often than not carry you upstairs to your bed. 

He could still remember watching Robin help Lydia with her homework, the girls’ hushed voices concentrating on their assignments as you looked on proudly.

So many memories in that house, so many voices had been carried in its walls. Voices of people long past… Old friends no longer here to see what this place has become, for better or for worse. 

What was once home was now just some house. 

Wordless sadness floated aimlessly between the two of you, but sadness didn’t get things done. Persistence did, and you were both persistent in your search for the children.

You didn’t have to slink around long before you saw it—in the center of town, just in front of the windmill, a small army of Commonwealth guards had gathered, along with what seemed to be all the prisoners. From the looks of things, they’d been woken up, taken by force to the square. 

Unfamiliar light posts had sprouted on either sides of the crops, spewing harsh, cold lights to illuminate the scene. The place was grey, sterile, a far cry from your memories. Alexandria had once been a bright, colorful place. It had once been a collage of eras, memories and moments in time that defined the settlement’s journey. 

There were the suburban townhouses and model homes from the old world, then the corrugated fence that kept out the dead, marking the beginning of the new world. When the fence was expanded, Alexandria grew, encompassing more land to build. Bare bones buildings put together with the most basic, yet sturdy, of materials dotted the place, giving it that craftsman charm you always admired. Nothing looked perfect, it was always built by hand, trial and error. The windmill you now gazed at was the biggest landmark. The majesty of it symbolized to you human innovation in the face of stagnation.

Now, it was covered in blood.

What shocked you more was the line of guards that stood with their guns held high, aiming to shoot at the people you knew—Ezekiel, Nabila, Princess, Magna, Connie, Kelly, Negan, Annie… 

They were making a stand. Of course they were. They were your people, and that’s what your people had always done. 

Ezekiel stood before them all, his arms outstretched in a gesture of protection. He spoke loudly, his voice reverberating in the night. “You don’t have to do this! This world is broken, but we don’t have to be!”

At the end of the firing line stood the red-haired man in the dark grey coat you’d seen earlier. He was in charge, you gathered, and he was the one who wanted your people dead. 

You noticed a movement in the firing squad, a soldier stepping out of line. The others lowered their weapons to see what was happening, as the soldier who stepped away raised his. 

He aimed for the man in charge, much to your shock. When another soldier attempted to shoot him, he shot back. 

The red-haired man scurried in a panic, grabbing poor Kelly as he held a pistol to her head, walking backwards as if to eventually make a run for it. 

“No!” shouted Magna. “Kelly! Kelly!”

The others held her back, as there wasn’t much to be done. If she moved, he’d kill Kelly. Luckily for you, you were behind him, wrapped around the other side of the windmill, and he was only inching closer. 

Daryl moved faster than you this time, procuring his knife as he moved past you, towards the man as he backed up into the darkness in which you were hiding. You were right behind him, your knife drawn, too, just in case.

You didn’t need it, of course. Daryl always aimed just right, plunging the blade into the base of the man’s neck where his spinal cord met his brain. He did it so coolly, with no emotion behind his eyes. You always knew that something shifted whenever Daryl went into that mode—he’d turn off his feelings for a split second, turn off any parts of him that might object to murder. What prevailed in those moments was his sense of justice, revenge, and order. If there was anything Daryl could do, it was kill.

Silence strangled out all the sounds of panic that began to fade. The man fell immediately after Daryl’s stab, no doubt losing all ability for his head to control his body. Kelly was embraced by her sister, and now you both stood before the others in a bittersweet reunion. 

Out in the crowd of other prisoners, there was no objection to the end of the tyrant’s rule. Even the other guards stood down, seemingly returning Alexandria to the people. 

But the taskmaster hadn’t been killed, not yet. Daryl had only paralyzed him, and he was on his way out, but he was still alive. Negan came forward, picking up the man by his jacket collar and dragging him out towards the crowd. He picked up a rock large enough to hold with two hands, and just before he struck him with the final blow to end the man’s misery, a voice called out.

“Negan!” Rosita burst forward as Gabriel flipped the man till he was facing up. “Don’t kill him!” she shouted. 

“Where’s my daughter?” She leaned over the man, grasping his collar as she yelled, “Where is she?!”

There was an unmistakable quiver in her voice, a kind of desperation and rage that only a mother looking for her child could have. He didn’t answer, not that you heard from the distance you stood, anyway. 

What you did hear, though, was the unmistakable wheezing and growling of a walker. Your head pivoted like a finely tuned machine, your hand instinctively grasping for the handle of your knife. The soldier that had been shot had turned, and the walker was slowly but surely rising to his feet. 

Rosita was faster, though. She tugged on the walker’s uniform, pulling him towards the nearly lifeless man’s body with a wild groan. 

She held the snapping, starving walker to the man’s face, shouting again, “Where the hell is she?! Tell me where she is!”

You could only look on, somewhere between understanding and horror. It sent a shiver down your spine—she hadn’t been able to find Coco, what if Robin and Wes weren’t there either?

Frozen in your fear, you only heard the red-haired man faintly say one phrase to Rosita. “You will lose everything.”

Just then, she dropped the walker, letting its teeth sink into the man’s face. “No! No! Ahh!”

Before you looked away, you saw the bright red flesh tearing away as the walker dined on his eye socket. No one made a move, not wanting to disturb the creature’s feast. It would have to be put down, but not only the man was made to suffer. 

You didn’t care now, though. With the man still screaming, you turned swiftly, only your children’s safety on your mind. 

“(Y/N)!” Daryl followed after you, his breath heavy as he tried to keep up.

“Not my babies,” was all you could reply, panting as you ran towards the nearest house, ready to raid each and every one. 

The townhouse you chose to search first looked lived-in with candlelight glowing in the window of the second floor. You hurried up the steps of the porch, knife drawn and ready to kill if anyone got between you and the children. 

Of course, Daryl tried to go in front of you, but, in an unusual display of roughness, you pushed him away with more force than he’d ever known you to have. You looked at him with wild, electric eyes, your hair falling out of your hat in an untamed mess. You didn’t have to say anything, he knew what you meant to say: I’m fucking going first. 

So you did, kicking open the front door with a grand crash. It was a far cry from your usual more subtle, quiet approach, but there wasn’t going to be any stopping you now. The soldier that almost immediately greeted you was caught off guard when your knife slit his forearm where the armor wasn’t covering. It caused him to drop his gun while you slit his thigh, sending him writhing in pain on the floor. 

It happened so fast that you lost conscious thought of the things you were doing, but Daryl watched your every move, making sure you didn’t make a wrong move. You quickly armed yourself with the soldier’s gun, wielding it as you inspected each room on the first floor, each empty. 

You huffed, blowing a stray strand of hair away from your face. Then, you heard what sounded like muffled, higher-pitched voices coming from the floor above. They were children’s voices, you knew that for sure. 

As you ran through the hallway, jumping over the writhing soldier to flee up the stairs, you began to hear the wailing of a baby. Warm tears flooded your vision, but you were steadfast in your search. You used your back to throw the first door open, holding the gun ready. 

When you laid your determined eyes on an eleven-year-old girl with long brown hair, they softened immediately. 

“Aunt (Y/N)!” Judith ran to you across the room. Her arms outstretched to hug you, so you dropped the gun and leaned down to receive her. 

You peered over her shoulder to see more familiar children—Nabila and Jerry’s kids, whose names you admittedly lost track of at times, were among them, with more you recognized from the Commonwealth. And, of course, RJ was in Daryl’s arms, but the reunion couldn’t last too long—Robin and Wes weren’t here, and the crying had stopped. 

“Judith,” you said, both sternly and with a tremble in your voice. “Where’s Robin and the baby?”

The crying began again, coming distinctly from across the hall. This time, Daryl moved first, knife drawn to slam through the door of the room where the crying came from. 

You followed behind, peering over his shoulder to see light brown-haired girl, cowering in the corner of the room and facing the wall, rocking back and forth with a bundle of something in her arms. You knew the back of her head anywhere, the shape of her little body. Her hair was tied in a low half-ponytail, and her knitted sweater of seafoam green was unquestionably the garment of your daughter. 

“Robin!” Daryl shouted out. 

She turned immediately, her face red and puffy from crying. Westley, bundled up in a sloppy swaddle, flailed his limbs and wailed in her arms. She must’ve been trying to keep him quiet, having heard the scary noises downstairs. 

“Daddy?!” she called out in confusion. “Mama!”

She lifted herself to her feet, still clinging to her infant brother, as you came forward, arms ready to snatch her up and never let her go. 

You couldn’t form words as you held her and the baby, all you could was cry tears of joy and relief. But, out of fear of squishing Wes, you loosened your hold on the child for a moment to delicately take the infant into your embrace. 

“He won’t stop cryin’,” she said with a sniffle of her own. “I was so scared, I thought…”

Daryl leaned down to hold her, and she lost of train of thought when she plummeted her head between his neck and shoulder. “S’all right,” he said quietly, his strong, warm hands gently rubbing her back. “Everythin’s all right now, birdie.”

Westley’s crying calmed intermittently as you rocked him, but he was hungry, and neglected. 

When Daryl left momentarily to touch base with the others, you stayed behind with the children. Maggie and Carol met up with you in that townhouse, where they’d brought Hershel, Gracie, and some more children that they’d found being held in one of the other houses. It was the biggest children’s sleepover you’d ever seen, though it was still a rather solemn night. 

Coco was still nowhere to be found, and a few other babies belonging to some of the Commonwealth prisoners weren’t there, either. It chilled you to the bone, and you wouldn’t be able to sleep that night. 

Daryl wouldn’t, either. He instead helped draw up a plan of attack with some of the others, planning on returning to the Commonwealth first thing come sunrise. They were going to get the rest of the children back, and they were going to take down Pamela for what she’d done, or tried to do. 

Though it would’ve been a great historical moment to witness, you stayed in the townhouse to help watch over the children, and to nurse Wes. Even Dog, who’d been chained up outside the house, seemed starved of attention, so you brought him in, and he welcomed you with a myriad of slobbery kisses.

It wasn’t until almost sunrise when Maggie paid you a visit, knocking gently on the door to the bedroom you’d planted yourself in. 

You smiled up at her, folding your blanket over Westley as he nursed. Robin laid next to you, her head using your belly as a pillow. She was curled up, tucking her legs into her chest as she slept soundly, small, dainty snores and little wispy breaths filling the air. As he slept on the foot of the bed, Dog’s snores helped create a strange little symphony. 

Maggie smiled back at you. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know—”

“No, no,” you replied quietly. “You can come in… She’s a heavy sleeper.” You looked down at the sleepy baby, his heavy little eyes trying to stay open as he fed from your breast. “Oh, um… If it makes you uncomfortable, I can—”

“I’ve seen your tits before, (Y/N).”

Oh. 

You’d almost forgotten about that. When you live on the road with someone for so long, and in tight quarters at a place like the prison, you get to know everyone a lot more intimately. In other words, Maggie walked in on you changing or bathing more than once. 

“Right,” you laughed under your breath. “Come in, sit down.”

You gestured loosely to the armchair in the corner of the room. It sat beside of a small bedside table, upon which was a gas lamp that gave off a warm, dim glow in the dark morning mist. 

“I don’t think I got to properly meet this little one,” she said. “Westley?”

“Mhm… We’ve been calling him Wes for short. Well, Daryl likes to call him scout.” 

Maggie smiled, and sometimes you forgot just how beautiful and sweet her smile was. It could light up every room, you didn’t even need that old oil lamp. “That’s cute. Wes lucked out. He was born into a pretty great family.”

“Mm, a big family. So many aunts and uncles… I think Aunt Maggie is going to be a favorite, though.”

She shook her head. “Think Aunt Carol’s got that distinction, least with Robin.”

You reached a hand down to lightly caress Robin’s shoulder over the fleece blanket that Daryl had draped over her before he left. “Give it time,” you said. “Soon you’ll be her hero, I just know it.” You paused to adjust Westley, moving him to the other breast as carefully as you could so not to disturb Robin. “How’s Hershel?”

“He’s all right,” she sighed with a nod. “Sleepin’ like a baby. All of them are. Don’t think they got much sleep since they were taken.”

You didn’t think anyone would get much sleep until all this was over. You knew you wouldn’t. “Poor things. They’ve been through a lot.” You looked down at Wes, who’d now fully fallen asleep in your arms. You smiled and gently maneuvered him so you could button up your blouse. “He was so hungry.”

Maggie nodded solemnly, her serious side coming through again. “They’ll pay,” she said, even more quietly, just in case Robin or the other children stirred in their sleep. “For everything.”

“Maggie,” you said, “you were right not to trust them… I should’ve been more skeptical, I just—”

“You were doing what was best for your family,” she interrupted. “For Robin and the baby. You were thinking about them. Any mom would’ve done it.”

You looked confused, and you were. Wasn’t Maggie a mom too? “But you didn’t.”

“I was just doin’ what I thought was the best thing to do,” she said. “Now here we are, in the exact same place.”

“We’re home,” you said. “Did you ever think… when we came here, all those years ago, that we’d be here right now?”

“No,” she replied with a grin. “It’s so surreal. I—I remember how… how excited Glenn was.”

You remembered it, too. Glenn was one of the first people in your group to want Alexandria to be your home. He believed in it. He was the spark of humanity, reminding you all that you could no longer live on the road, always on the brink of starving and never able to turn your back. He wanted you all to have a home.

Alexandria had been through so much. So many people and so many things had been lost, but what always remained was Alexandria. 

“This place is special,” you said. “Glenn saw that.”

“He did… I miss him everyday.”

You untucked a hand from underneath the baby, who stirred a little, but soon settled back into sleep once your hand outstretched to hold Maggie’s. “We all do. He’d be so proud of you, and everything you’ve done.”

She sniffled as she bowed her head, nodding all the while. “You know, you’ve always been my best friend.”

Your face melted into touched surprise. It’d been years since she’d told you that. “You’re my best friend, too… We’ve come a long way since the farm, huh?”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “When you asked Glenn for…” She leaned in closer, whispering even lower. “Condoms.”

“Shh!” you laughed. 

“Coulda used a few more, huh?” She nodded her head towards the baby in your arms, and you nudged her with her elbow, shaking your head. You couldn’t help but smile, though. 

“Shut up.”

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[nerves-nebula]

My mom heard a story this morning about someone who’s husband was leaving the country for business, only he had an entire separate wife and family there. And she was mad because my dad said she hadn’t heard both sides of the story (when that obviously wouldn’t change the situation), calling it “men siding with men”. I have the fucked up context that he’s cheated on her a minimum of 2 times, both while he was out of the country. And ignoring all the implications of that, I have now begun wondering (kind of hoping) if I have other (non asshole) siblings because of his bs.

Relevancy being, would any of the turtles wish they had a different family all together? I mean, it’s not exactly an ultimatum, so they’d probably just wish they didn’t have to deal Splinter, and Leo sometimes. I feel like this would mostly be Mikey, but I’d imagine Raph might wish he could leave and didn’t have to take care of everyone, and would probably feel guilty about it. Donnie would probably just wish Splinter and Leo didn’t suck.

Correct (or add to) any of this if it’s wrong.<3

Donnie's whole thing is basically wanting a different family. like he gets his hamato ninpo by finally accepting the good in the siblings he does have, instead of jumping ship to be part of Shredders family and like idk take over the world. the reason he gets kidnapped and groomed so often as a kid is cause he's desperate for affection/love and goes looking for it in any place he can find.

Raph just wants some peace and quiet tbh. you're right that he'd like to not have to worry so much, but he doesnt really think about hypothetical Better Families cause he knows it wont happen, so whats the point?

Mikey is upset that Splinter and Leo keep fucking up everything. its so frustrating cause he's keenly aware that they COULD have a good family if these two just stopped being ASSHOLES. he hangs out with the mutanimals a lot, to the point that they're like a second family, but he doesn't want a Whole New one. he's mad that THIS one wont get its shit together.

Leo is soooo in denial about his family sucking that he finds the idea of wanting another family offensive.

also shoutout to dads who casually cheat on their wives! mine did that too and he revealed it to me in a really funny way. he was basically telling me not to trust my girlfriend (who he thought was a man cause of transgender stuff) and to not stick with her if she ended up sucking. and i was like "yeah of course, and if (s)he cheats on me I'll dump him."

and my dad immediately backpeddled like "OH WELL YKNOW it's not- it's not always PERFECT. like i cheated on your mom once on accident cause i got drunk. but i told her immediately and we're still married."

and i was like. MAN. you are NOT making the point you think you are.

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles #tmnt donnie #tmnt raph #hamato ninpo #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Birthright: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

The other half of the team is just arriving at Chrissy and Mary's house. Chrissy is Charlie's pregnant wife who lives at the house with them.

"What happened with Stephen?" Hotch asks.

"Rossi is with him right now. He didn't kill those girls. I'm better off here. I can feel the victims. They're here or they were tortured here. Their energies are everywhere."

JJ and Derek head to the house to talk to Chrissy while the rest of the team hangs back and waits for her approval. When Chrissy nods in agreement for your team to search, you head off in the direction where the energies feel the strongest.

The other officers notice this barn in the back of the property, and the closer you get to it, the stronger the feeling gets. Something is inside this barn, and you're not so sure you want to see it. However, you need to get it open, so the officers produce bolt cutters to snap the bolt lock on the front door.

The big double doors open, and you head inside cautiously. The stench inside is disgusting, and when you find the source of the smell, tears flow down your cheeks. There is a tree stump in the middle of the barn, and there is an axe lodged into the middle of the stump. That's not the thing that is making you cry.

The thing that is making you cry is the body parts littered on the ground, and based on everyone else's reaction, only you can see them.

"This is where he cut them up," you sniffle and look away from the stump.

You wipe your eyes as Spencer wraps his arms around you to comfort you. He kisses the top of your head, and you lean into his side.

"Are you okay?"

"No, but I can handle it," you sigh.

"Obviously this is where he's been torturing them, but where's he keeping them?" Emily asks.

"Somewhere isolated. He can't risk storing them close to his house."

"They're close," you say and pull away from Spencer. "I can feel them. I can feel Tara. She's alive, but she's close."

"Do you know this property?" Hotch asks John.

"No, I only had contact with Robert in town."

You look in the front yard and see Mary get out of her car and walk over to your team.

"Ms. Wilkinson?"

"Chrissy called me. What's going on?"

"We're looking for Charlie." She doesn't seem all that shocked about this, so you press on further. "Don't you want to know why? You knew Charlie was an angry kid and made excuses when he killed the neighbor's cat. You saw the path he was going down. It's why you moved away from this place. You knew what happened here."

"No, that's not true."

"You were afraid of the person he came from. You thought if you just took him away from his father's home, and you kept it all a big secret, then everything would be okay."

"I protected him," she tries to say, but you continue.

"The problem is, with a boy like Charlie who has so much anger and so many questions, needs to know where he came from. He wouldn't quit until he knew, and then one day, he figured it out."

"It was over, John," she says to the old sheriff. "You didn't have to worry about any other girls getting hurt. I did not want my son to have the legacy that his father was a murderer."

"Where's Charlie now?" John asks.

"I don't know. Honestly, I don't," she sighs.

Chrissy might be more help than Mary is being right now, and you can't be in this barn. You turn and head inside the house with Hotch where JJ is talking to Chrissy.

"Chrissy, where does Charlie go to be alone?"

"The barn."

"Where else?"

"I don't know," she stutters.

Spencer is rummaging through the house in search of something that could help you figure out where Charlie is when he comes out holding a notebook in his hands.

"This was locked in the closet. It looks like it was Robert's journal before Charlie got his hands on it."

"What does it say?" you ask.

"So, Charlie went looking for a father figure and this is who he found," Hotch sighs.

"He was killing animals. It's clear he already has murderous impulses, and finding this must have made him feel like it was okay, like it was almost his birthright."

"Is there anything in there about where he keeps them?"

"Nothing yet.

"Keep reading," Hotch orders.

You pat Spencer's back as you pass by him and head back outside to the barn. Maybe there is something inside here that can help you figure out where the girls are or where Charlie is. Derek and Emily are discussing the peace sign that Karen carved into the wall that would bring her peace whenever Robert would come for her. There is no peace sign here, so this is the only place where Robert and Charlie would cut the girls up before disposing of their bodies.

"Karen said he'd make her walk outside," Emily says.

"Do you think she can handle coming back to this place?" Derek asks you.

"For someone who has buried this for twenty-seven years, she is going to need all the support she can get. I know if I looked my rapist in the eyes, I wouldn't be able to handle it, and that happened over a decade ago. I'll be here to help her through it, though."

Emily was the one who called Karen over, and despite her not wanting to, she knows she is the only one who can help find these missing children. Stephen came with her for moral support, and as soon as she arrived, you could feel just how scared she is. She is terrified, so you approach her with a gentle and calming aura so it's not worse for her.

"Thank you for coming. We all know this can't be easy for you."

"She's been shaking the whole way here," stephen says.

"Karen, look at me." You wait until she does. "You survived. Robert cannot hurt you anymore. You are strong."

"You can do this, mom."

Karen takes a few steps to the bar and she recoils in disgust.

"Oh, God. That smell was a part of me. Who's that?"

You look behind you to see Mary Wilkinson standing three and eyeing Karen from a distance.

"That's Mary Wilkinson."

You're not sure if it's a good idea to say her last name, but she has to know who she is. At the mention of her name, Karen sees red. You could feel her fear turn into rage, and you step in between the two women, but she pushes you off to the side.

"The wife? He tortured me every single night. Could you hear my screams? Did you kiss him when he was finished with me?!" she screams at Mary.

"Please, Karen, don't do this to yourself," you beg, but she doesn't listen.

"What did she think he was doing in that barn every night? Did you ask? Did you ask why he wanted to be away from you? Why? Why didn't you stop him? Why didn't you help?"

Karen is a sobbing mess, and that causes Mary to snap.

"I killed him!"

"What?"

"Before Charlie was born. I came home, I saw this place, and I knew what he had done. I couldn't let my innocent baby be brought into this."

The statute of limitation is up for what Mary did, but if you're being honest, you don't care that she killed him, she must have done it for a good reason. Karen, after hearing this, she calmed down quite a bit. Mary and Karen take some time to regroup before everyone heads inside the barn.

Karen tries really hard to remember something about her captive days, but it's like something is inside her mind blocking out the traumatic experience. She is now allowing herself to remember, and this is where you come in.

"I... I don't know where he'd take me. He always had that bag over my head," she sighs.

"You do remember something. I'm going to help walk you through it. Close your eyes for me." You wait for her to do that before continuing. "What did the ground feel like? Take a few steps."

Karen takes a few steps and reaches out to her son, and Stephen grabs her hand to let her know she is safe and he is with her.

"Leaves and twigs," she finally says. "It was a long walk. There was a hill. I stumbled. There's something soft and cold, but it--it's covering something hard."

"Like wood?"

"Rocks," she corrects. "Taller than me."

"That's along the north side of the property," Mary speaks up.

Now you know where the girls are hidden.

"Karen, thank you for doing this. You helped so much." You step outside the barn and see Hotch exit the house with Spencer. "Hotch, we might have something."

"Alright, it's your time to shine," Derek says, patting you on the back. "Do you see anything?"

"So much energy is here that I can barely make out the color of your eyes."

"They're brown. Let's go."

You take the lead on this one and follow the strings of blue energies leading out of the bar. It's like they know you're connecting to them and following them. They guide your way around the property, taking you through the trees and to the north side of the property. All the energies kind of blend and swirl around each other in one main trail, but each individual kind of energy stems from the base like a spine.

That represents each girl trying to get away and escaping his grasp, but they all take the same trail to where they all ended up eventually. The trail of energy takes you to a clearing where there are rocks leading to a caged off area. If you weren't looking for it, you would have skipped over it easily.

Hotch and John take off the grated cage door and enter carefully, calling out to whoever might be in here.

"Hello?"

"Help us!" a girl says from deep inside the small cave. "We're in here, please! Oh, my god."

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Derek asks once he walks inside.

There are only two girls inside, one of them is Tara. There is another girl who is passed out, and the ambulance is called for both of them. When they arrive on scene, they assure your team that both girls are going to make it after some hospital care.

"Where the hell's Charlie?" you sigh. You see Mary standing off to the side with a guilty look on her face, and you walk over to her in determination. "Where would Charlie go?"

"I don't know," she sighs.

"What about your husband?" Hotch asks.

If Charlie had taken up Robert's hobbies, then he would have gone to places where Robert would have gone.

"Well, there's a place on the battlefield. It's over the ridge."

"Can you show us?"

It's Mary's turn to lead the way, and the closer you get to where Robert used to hang out, the more you felt Charlie's angry and hateful rage. You also felt someone else's, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Suddenly, a gunshot echoed off the trees, and you picked up your pace. Standing in by a statue is Chrissy, there is a gun by her feet, and Charlie is lying dead on the ground in front of her. Derek rushes over to Charlie to check if he is alive, but he isn't.

"He's gone," Derek sighs.

"He came at me. I had to do it," Chrissy says with a monotone voice.

Mary looks at Chrissy, and the two of them have an understanding through their eyes. You know Chrissy is lying, but you're glad that someone like Charlie is off this Earth, no matter how bad that sounds.

JJ is off to the side with a stressful look on her face, and you take this opportunity to talk to her about what's been bugging her.

"What's been going on? You can talk to me, you know this."

"If you stop caring, you're jaded. If you care too much... it'll ruin you."

"Story of my life," you scoff, but you take this seriously. "It's better to care, JJ. We did everything we could. Sometimes we get it right but sometimes we don't. It's always better to care."

"You really believe that?"

"I do. If you stop caring, then they win, and I refuse to let someone like Charlie ever win."

This whole case has gotten everyone stressed out, and it doesn't help that Haley filed for divorce with Hotch. He's doing the best he can, but she doesn't get that sometimes, it's not about her. You're thankful you found someone like Spencer who is also in the same line of work as you, so he understands that work has to come first sometimes.

Mary and Chrissy had to live with horrible people who did horrible things. In the end, they killed them because it's better than having them rot in prison. You understand why they killed their husbands.

You don't know what you'd do if you found out someone you love had the capabilities to do something so horrible.

"A simple child that lightly draws its breath and feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?" - Wordsworth

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[anika-ann]

I know you don't take requests so this isn't one. (Really I promise)

Would you ever be willing to do a little spot into the future for your works?

For example: I'd love to know what reader and Steve from In the strangest places are up to now. Like do they still date, are they married, do they have kids, etc. Just as example, maybe other people would like that too. Again no request just further explanation to my question ❤️

Hello nonnie, sorry for the late reply 😬🥺

I love how you made sure I understood you're no requeting, god forbid demanding anything 💕

As for the not-a-request. My brain usually works better with one story at a time, so I admit I don't think too much about the characters and pairings after I'm finished the story (exceptions to the rule ofc, but those I usually never left). So I might distatnly wonder upon an ask, but not sure if I could give a proper peek into their life a few months/years later.

As for In the Strangest Place (We Just Might Find Love). I tried to give it some thoughts and let's say we are a year into their relationship: Obviously, their date went well and yeah, I think they are still together🥰 I'd like to think that our girl got offered a promotion to replace her godawful boss, but she refused (even if she really, really would like to accept), worried people would say it was thanks to favoritism and that she might have actually constructed the whole harrassement thing (I hate people, thank you for asking-). A few months after the date, as her and Steve's relationship progressed, they moved in together, had many beautiful, domestic, magical and worrisome moments, and almost a year after their relationship, she is offered a promotion again, less jumping and more climbing the corporate ladder. She's thriving now and Steve is delighted for her, being a good proud boyfriend. That's his wife! Oh no, wait, now he's a ahead of himself, yes, he does have the ring, but his girl is still adjusting to the promoted reality and they do only date a year and live together for eight months. He'll give it at least extra six months if he can handle it, but he already know. And shhh, don't tell him, but his future wife? She is pretty sure too 💕 ...and Tony and Sam still ship it and never let Steve live down the meet-cute, thank you for asking 😂 Thank you for the ask and I hope I replied to your satisfaction 💕

Have a lovely day/night!

#reply #asks #anika replies #anika writes #in the strangest place we just might find love #so so grateful #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff

[sketching-shark]

Oop, yep, I'm the anon who asked you the Zhu Bajie and Wukong are the same person question. Thanks for telling me, I've read a shadowpeach post saying that people complains so much about this ship but doesn't say anything with the Wukong/Bajie shipping when they are also the same person and brothers (as with the 6 eared Macaque lore either), so I got confused because I've never heard of that before, so i wanted to clarify.

No worries anon! I'm glad I was able to clear that up a bit. Though tbh that seems like a kind of weird thing to get mad about because very few people are even shipping SWK & ZBJ in the first place...haha oh geez does make me wonder if that's another case of those who ship the most popular ship in a fandom being sore winners as per usual. Like come on guys even Flying Bark already rewrote like the entirety of the true and false monkey king arc, confirmed Sun Wukong sucks just as much as Macaque said he did, and undermined, destroyed, or flat-out erased almost all of the Monkey King's relationships from the og classic it seems specifically to force these monkeys to get along what tf more do you want. But my complaining about a lego show aside, it is actually kind of funny just how completely one has to go out of their way to ignore a lot of the Six-Eared Macaque's presentation in Journey to the West itself in both a narrative and a scholarly perspective to make that argument, especially in this light where even when you're taking the potential metaphorical nature of the journey into account Zhu Bajie is a very well established & pretty independent character who's there from nearly the start of the journey to the end & frequently fights alongside Sun Wukong, vs. the Six-Eared Macaque who appears in around two chapters, spends the majority of that time being an entire asshole as he tries to murder-replace the Monkey King while literally no one except the Buddha can tell them apart, and then gets bonked to death. This is certainly not the first time in the journey that shapeshifting is involved in taking on the form of one of the pilgrims as a form of trickery (see the Yellow Robe Demon taking on the form of Tang Sanzang & the Demon Bull King shapeshifting into Zhu Bajie), but from what I understand the Six Eared Macaque presents one of literature's first iterations of the "evil twin" trope. This is a monkey, after all, who literally wanted to be Sun Wukong.

Funnily enough too anon (and while I'd recommend you visit @antidotefortheawkward's blog to see more documentation about this from someone who actually knows what he's talking about), it would seem that there is a history and a general openness in China to presenting Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong as extremely close friends and comrades, and while not my knowledge they're relationship is never shown as explicitly romantic then it can be something getting close to that. From what I understand, for example, there have been a number of retellings that have Sun Wukong & Zhu Bajie taking care of a kid together and being pretty touchy-feely. Heck even the pretty prominent Hong Kong actor Raymond Lam and his wife Carina Zhang cosplayed as the two yao for a pregnancy photoshoot! Obviously this was done in good humor, but it does seem to serve as an example of how close the monkey and the pig are often considered to be.

#anon answered #monkey critical #jttw retellings #zhuhou-ish lmao

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 50 - Derailed. Episode 2.

-------Evan's point of view-------

Evan: I reached my hand down in my pocket as my phone vibrated. I had forgotten I even had it on me. One message from Lily on Facebook. 'Heads up! A has 7 new pictures of him, V and the child. Also, new picture of Marius on M's profile. He build a snowman' I frowned. About a week ago, I had asked her to keep an eye on those two profiles. I was getting tired at looking them up, but at the same time I still need to know what goes on, in order to prevent our world from coming down if Andy decides to spy on A the wrong day. Or Congo decides to pay M's a visit, for that matter. I frowned again. And then I noticed. I was jealous… of Marius! My cheeks blushed. I shook my head and quickly went to M's profile. I would deal with that one first, as it was the easiest one. Yes, a new picture of M and her husband. We have kinda similar nose. Never noticed that before? Hm? And yes… a picture of Marius, two guys, one of them obviously a vamp, based on that dead skin tone. Hm. Maybe someone A has hooked him up with? He had changed so much the past year, even his hair had gotten longer and darker. But it was without a doubt him. His soul was shining through. I sighed deep as I felt the jealousy again. I would hate for Congo to see this, and get sad. Because he still had feelings for the little one. I had come to a place in our relationship where I felt uncomfortable if he loved anyone but me… well anyone but Andy and me. And Daniel. Moving on to A's profile. First picture… A smiling at the camera? With his arms on V's shoulders. V placed a hand on top of one of A's. Yeah, Andy would not like this one. Specially since someone I can only imagine is A's ex wife, the vampire also is in the pic. Building a snowman with A's new daughter. Then one more picture with focus on the child and the woman, A and V in the back chatting. One of A hugging the child. One of V and the child playing. One of A goofing with the kid, V goofing with the woman. And lastly a romantic pic with A and V alone. That one would sting. I sighed softly and returned to Lily's message. 'Thanks for the heads up. Kinda lost my appetite. Signing off.' I sighed yet again, and slipped my phone back in my pocket.

Congo: Are you okay? he planted a tiny kiss on my cheek bone

Evan: Yeah I smiled softly I just kinda don't have an appetite.

Congo: Well, those potatoes does look a bit dry? He smiled softly How about a bit more sauce to make them glide down better? Hm? He smiled warmly and handed me the sauce with a hopeful look in his eyes

Evan: I couldn't say no. I knew how it worried him when I didn't eat. It probably reminded him of back when Andy used to skip meals and refuse to eat. So I smiled softly and took two big spoon fulls, covering my potatoes and meat It's the red wine sauce? Right? I smiled softly as I nodded at the others around the table It looks like that's the one most is having?

Congo: He nodded softly Yes… it's very delicious. Only Andy, Gaby and Akin aren't eating of it, as far as I can see. He reached it slowly towards Gaby It's really good Gaby, have you tried?

Gaby: She nodded softly Yes, I did, thank you, I made it after all she winked and chuckled softly

Congo: Akin, how about you? Would you like some?

Akin: Smiled politely No thank you, I have plenty of the other sauce. I thought it was a shame no one paid it any attention. As he said so he nodded towards Andy

Evan: Yeah, I got that little hint

Congo: Anyone else needing sauce?

Lenny: Oh yes please! He quickly grabbed the bowl and started almost pouring sauce on his plate eagerly

Evan: I chuckled softly I have never seen anyone being so enthusiastic about sauce before. Not even Daniel! So I quickly scooped a half potato up on my fork and bit it. Yes, okay, admitted. This sauce was amazing!*

-------Congo's point of view---------

Congo: I was very happy to observe Evan getting some food down. And he seemed to like it a lot. Gaby and Lenny were both amazing cooks, and it seemed like Akin knew his way around a kitchen too. So it wasn't much of a wonder the dinner was delicious Andy… that sauce has alcohol…. maybe you should eat the other one sweetheart? My voice was warm and suggesting as I noticed he had been munching the red wine sauce

Andy: So I'm not allowed to get some solid dick, and I'm not allowed to the red wine sauce either? There's not enough in here to even feel the alcohol, it's just for the taste. He sighed deep, shook his head and scooped more food up on his fork, making sure he got extra amount of sauce in the process

Congo: Andy, please.

Andy: Glared at me as he stuck the fork in his mouth Mmmmm

Gaby: Congo, it would be okay just this once.

Akin: Gaby… he hardly needs it. Quite the opposite.

Congo: I sighed as Andy took another glaring bite It's up to the doctor I guess? I looked at Akin with pleading eyes

Akin: He sighed softly and looked at Andy with firm eyes Andy, I think it's best you don't eat more.

Andy: Looked at both of us with and upset pout FINE! And there his knife and fork went crashing down on the plate, creating a lot of noise as he let go of them and left the table to go sulk on the couch

Daniel: Looked at me a bit surprised as he dried sauce stains off his cheek

Congo: I sighed softly and looked at all of them I apologize. His hormones are a little

Andy: UNFUCKED! That's what they are!!!

Congo: I smiled apologizing at everyone, and got up, quickly walking to Daniel, grabbing his chin, and leaning his head backwards a bit, so I could get to dap the rest of the sauce off with my napkin There you go. I smiled warmly at him and padded his shoulder Are you okay?

Daniel: Yeh? Why?

Congo: I don't know? It seems like you're blushing? I chuckled softly

Daniel: Uhh it's… uhh… a bit warm in here… he nodded under the table and moved a bit on his chair so I could get to see a bulge in his pants. Was he? Oh yes… he was hard.

Congo: I cleared my voice as I felt something stir in my own pants Right. I quickly made it back to my chair, sipping the wine quickly to cool down, and in the process I caught Gaby's eyes. She looked somewhat amused? About 15 minutes later we were all done eating, the table had been cleared, and Irish coffee had been put on the table, alongside beers, and other alcohols. Robert had just opened a brandy and was cheering with Lenny. They had both gained quite a color in their cheeks. Gaby had just put a record on, so the music was flowing through the living room. Akin was lighting a fire in the fire place, and Andy was still sulking on the couch, playing with his phone. Evan and Daniel was lost in a conversation about bikes, but seemed to get more and more distracted, as their eyes kept getting caught on Andy. George had just poured some Irish coffee for both of us and asked me to join him at a game of poker.

Daniel: Ey! Let's make that strip poker!

Congo: I chuckled warmly I thought you were having a conversation with Evan?

Daniel: Was, is a good word Congo he winked at me and made his way around the table

Congo: Halfway through our game of strip poker, George was 1 shirt down, and now it looked like I was one down as well, as Daniel just beat me

Daniel: BOOYA!! That was fucking hard man!

Andy: Grunted from his place in the couch Yeah, that's not the only thing fucking hard here! And I would also like to be fucked hard, if anyone should be interested!

Akin: He smiled at me softly Any takers?

Congo: I sighed softly and looked pleading at Daniel, hoping he would somehow lend a helping hand

Daniel: Don't look at me…

Akin: Guys… this pregnancy might as well end up taking full 9 months. Are you prepared to neglect him for that long?

Congo: He did have a point

#unicornmanes #Evan Thompson #Congo Shaw #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Akin Lupei #Andycorn #Andy Shaw-Thompson #Gabriella Lupei #Gaby #Robert Thompson #Leonard Cullman #Lenny #George Cullman

[sillytaetime]

Taehyung Fluff A-Z

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A= Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

Tae finds the amount of passion you have for your job and the things you love the most attractive on you.

B= Babies (do they want a family? why or why not?)

We all know Tae wants a family. I think the settled number of kids between the 2 of you would be 3 or 4. He just wants to show you how much he loves and cares for you and your family, he wants so many kids because he has so much love to give.

C= Cuddles (how do they cuddle?)

Tae isn’t too much of a cuddler. When he’s having a bad day, he would love to come home and crawl into your arms. Let’s be honest here, Tae just likes to be anywhere in your presence.

D= Dates (what are dates with him like?)

Tae would take you on dates for your anniversary’s. like, 1 month, 6 months, 1 year, 2 years, etc. At each anniversary, the gifts he brings you would slowly get more and more expensive until one day he gets you a ring and asks you to be his wife.

E= Everything; you are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world.. etc.)

You are my everything.

F= Feelings (when did he know he was in love?)

Tae knew he was in love with you when he took you to an aquarium for a date and you stared at the sea creatures with amazement. (He thought you looked adorable, and he couldn’t wait to have more dates like this!)

G= Gentle (are they gentle? if so, how?)

I think Tae is the gentlest member tbh. None of them would obviously treat you like glass, but Tae wouldn’t rough around with you very much, he just doesn’t like seeing you in pain (especially if it’s because of him).

H= Hold hands (how does he hold hands/ how much? does he like it?)

Ill just say this, he hasn’t put your hand down since the second you said yes to being his girlfriend.

I= Impression (his/your first impression/s)

Obviously, he thought you were beautiful, but he also thought you looked really smart and generous. The second he saw you he knew he would regret it if he didn’t ask you out (who would say no tho?).

J= Joker (is he into pulling pranks?)

He pulls pranks on the members a lot with you around, but he never purposely pulls pranks on you. One time, he and Jungkook were in the middle of a prank battle and when you came home, you got covered in shaving cream.

“OMGGG babieee!!! im soooo sorryyyyyyy that was meant for Jungkook!!!”

Of course, you accepted his apology, but he stopped pulling pranks after that day bc he didn’t want to accidentally prank you again.

K= Kisses (how does he kiss?)

Tell me you have a kissing addiction without telling me you have a kissing addiction. Man has an addiction to your lips. He NEVER, I repeat, NEVER leaves your lips alone. The boys even tell him to tone it down when they’re around.

L= Little things (what little things does he love/notice?)

He notices how you treat Yeontan like your child. You don’t ignore Yeontan (who would) and sometimes Tae feels second place to his own dog bc you love that dog sm.

M= Memory (his favorite memory with you)

Definitely the aquarium date. Nothing will beat that, not even your wedding day.

N= Nickel (does he spoil you?)

He spoils you with love and affection so why would you need his money? He does however, like spending money on you so a lot of your dates can also be just going to shopping centers and buying the whole stores.

O= Orange (what color reminds him of you?)

Orange reminds him of you because the color often gives a feeling of warmth and energy. You're such a warm and easy going person and Tae loves it.

P= Pet names (what pet names does he use for you?)

Baby (mutual); Taetae (you to him); Nae sarang (him to you)

Q= Questions (what questions is he always asking you?)

"Are you happy?" He just worries that he's not enough for you and he wants you to be happy.

R= Remember (his favorite memory of you?)

It's a tie between the aquarium date and whenever you play with kids. Both times, you were adorable.

S= Sad (how does he cheer you up?)

He cuddles and tries to make you giggle. Sometimes if he can't make you giggle, he gives you a shoulder to cry on so you can just cry it out, sometimes he's a listener and just listens to your problems while comforting you.

T= Talking (what do you guys talk about)

Your future. You guys often talk about the future you guys have. He likes to be on the same page.

U= Universe; use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g. he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

"This relationship is my compass, it shows me where I belong".

V= Very ____; their thoughts about each other (e.g. she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

He's very weird.

She's very adorable.

W= Why (reasons why he loves you)

He love you because you are you. You don't change for anyone and he loves it.

X= Xylophone (what’s your song?)

Yummy by Justin Bieber.

Y= You are the ____ to my ____ (e.g. you are the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the light to my dark tunnel.

Z= Zebra (what pet would you two adopt together?)

Why adopt a pet when he has Yeontan?

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