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mypimpademia · 10 months

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— The Teacher

Single dad! Gojo x Fem! Preschool Teacher! Reader

Synopsis: Little Megumi’s taken a liking to you, his teacher, and his dad Gojo has too.

TW: None

Note: Click/tap here for part 2! Megumi is still Gojo’s adoptive son but much younger, Megumis a little ooc I guess? He just acts like a kid and not a mini adult.

⇶ Satoru first met you on the schools open house night

⇶ Megumi seemed a little nervous about his first day of school, so Satoru figured it would help calm his nerves if he got to meet his teacher and a few classmates beforehand

⇶ You were so sweet and patient with Megumi, not to mention the fact that you were absolutely stunning, Satoru had an instant crush

“Hi, you must be the teacher?”

You couldn’t help but pause as you turned your attention to the man, taking in his features. From his snow white hair and piercing blue eyes that peeked over dark sunglasses, to his warm smile and lanky figure that stalked over you.

He was beautiful, but you had to snap yourself back into reality and regain your composure.

“Yes! I’m Ms. Y/n L/n, it’s nice to meet you Mr….” You trailed off so he could properly introduce himself to you.

“Satoru Gojo, but you can just call me Satoru,” he told you, lips curling back to for a toothy grin.

Looking down, you saw a little boy with spiky black hair clutching onto the man’s leg, eyeing you from behind it.

“And what’s your name sweetheart?” You asked him, offering a warm smile.

The boy didn’t answer, instead shoving his face into the back of Satoru’s leg.

“M’sorry, he’s shy,” Satoru chuckled. “It’s alright, answer her Megs, she won’t bite. Will you Ms. L/n?”

You smiled and shook your head, then crouched down to be at eye level with the boy.

Peeling himself away from Satoru’s leg, but still keeping a hand firmly gripped to his pant leg, the boy presented himself to you, looking down at his shoes.

“My name’s Megumi.”

⇶ It took awhile for Megumi to warm up to you, but he did over time, and he even made some new friends that day with your encouragement

⇶ Meanwhile, you spoke with Satoru and other parents about how your classroom would operate and answered questions

⇶ But you talked to Satoru for the most part, he was charismatic and funny, and held great conversation

⇶ The more you talked, the more you found him attractive, and you were struggling to stay professional when he said something offhandedly flirtatious

⇶ Of course, most of your conversation was about Megumi, and while you’re usually careful about bringing up parental situations, you made the mistake of assuming there was a maternal figure in the picture

⇶ You figured that a man as attractive as him must’ve had a woman in his life, even if they weren’t a parental figure. But you didn’t tell him that, of course, even as you profusely apologized

⇶ Satoru made no big deal out of it, and simply told you he was raising Megumi alone, and not so subtly put emphasis on him being completely single

⇶ After the night of the open house, Megumi seemed more excited about his first day of school rather than nervous

⇶ He even told Satoru that he really liked you, and Satoru couldn’t help but agree

⇶ In the beginning, everyday that Satoru dropped off Megumi, he’d have a very brief conversation with you while Megumi got settled into the classroom

⇶ A simple ‘good morning’, ‘what are you doing today?’, ‘have a good day’

⇶ And they’d go on a bit farther if they ran a bit late, or if Megumi’s mood seemed a bit off

⇶ He knew it was your job to care, but Satoru could tell you genuinely did care far beyond it just being your job

⇶ Loved watching your relationship with Megumi develop, as his quiet ‘Good morning, Ms. L/n’s turned into good morning hugs. And he’d grown to be so excited to get to your class every morning instead of being on the verge of tears from how nervous he was

⇶ Megumi didn’t even want to leave your class after school, and would sorrowfully say goodbye to you and his friends when Satoru came for him

⇶ You and Satoru’s relationship also developed more as time when on, or Satoru tried to make it develop, at least

⇶ He’d compliment your bright and colorful outfits every morning, and remind you of how much he Megumi loved seeing you

⇶ And at the end of the day, he would drag out his conversations with you, covering himself with the excuse of wanting to give Megumi more time with his friends

⇶ Started calling you pet names too, but only on occasion, he didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable

⇶ He could almost see the shock run through your body when he called you beautiful for the first time, and he loved it

⇶ There was one particular instance that completely changed your relationship with him

⇶ You were having mandatory parent-teacher-student conferences at the end of the semester, and they were scheduled as your last meeting for the day

⇶ You had nothing but good things to say about Megumi and his progress in your class, and Megumi was beaming the whole time

⇶ You talked about how smart he was, and how you were so proud of how far he’s come since the beginning of the year

⇶ Satoru fist bumped and high fives him throughout the meeting, and at the end, put him in a headlock and gently ruffled his hair

⇶ At the end of the meeting, Megumi was once again reluctant to leave you, and came up with a suggestion that shocked both you and Satoru

“Let’s just take her home with us!”

⇶ You were both taken aback, and chucked nervously

⇶ Just as you were going to explain to Megumi why you couldn’t do that, Satoru made a suggestion of his own

⇶ He offered that you come over for dinner instead, to both satisfy Megumi and as a thank you

⇶ You declined at first, but Satoru insisted, and you couldn’t say no when he was sweet talking you and staring into your eyes the way he was

⇶ When you got to his house, you were amazed

⇶ It was big, not obnoxiously, but m definitely more space than a man and his son needed

⇶ Sure, Satoru radiated the energy of someone who makes a good amount of money, but after seeing his home you knew it was much more than a good amount

⇶ The inside was mostly white, and very modern and minimalist leaning, but still detailed and pretty

⇶ Satoru asked if you needed anything before he started on dinner, and you politely said no, before Megumi dragged you off to his room to show you all his toys

⇶ After about an hour, dinner was finished and Satoru came upstairs to get you and Megumi

⇶ Before he interrupted your quality time with him, he couldn’t help but stand by the door and watch the scene in front of him

⇶ You and Megumi, playing with superhero action figures, making little sound effects with your mouths and changing your voices depending on the figure you had

⇶ It made Satoru’s heart swell, and it almost pained him to interrupt the two of you

⇶ You made small talk during dinner, and Megumi didn’t talk much since he was too focused on eating

⇶ Satoru asked about your personal life, since he really only saw you in a professional setting

⇶ To his surprise, you opened up a bit and he listened intently

⇶ Just after dinner, it was Megumis bedtime, and while Satoru got him ready for bed, you did the dishes despite Satoru’s protests

⇶ Even though it was just supposed to be dinner, you somehow stayed to watch a movie with him, and talked some more

⇶ Satoru was much heavier on the flirting, seeing that Megumi wasn’t around anymore

⇶ You returned his advances when you weren’t busy giggling at the silly jokes he mixed them in with

⇶ The tension between you was almost unbearable, you were almost silently begging each other for a kiss

⇶ By the end of the night, you were both sad that you had to leave, and Satoru couldn’t stand the thought of this being a onetime thing

“Thank you, again,” Satoru started, “for Megumi.”

You gave him that beautiful smile that he’d give his right lung to see.

“He’s a great kid, you’re doing a really amazing job with him,” you told him.

“M’ just trying my best,” Satoru chuckled. “This was really nice… maybe we could do it again sometime?”

His heart nearly beat out of his chest from the words that came out of his own mouth, but your answer put him at ease.

“This was really nice, I’d love to.”

Before the silence got awkward, Satoru made a split second decision that had been on his mind since he met you.

“And um,” He cleared his throat, pale cheeks turning cherry red. “D’you think I could take you out sometime? Y’know, just us.”

Satoru was looking everywhere but at you, and wiping his sweaty palms off on his pants. But he met your eyes when you responded, and all his worries went away when he saw a smile plastered on your face.

“Yeah, that’d be really nice.”

⇶ Satoru might like you more than Megumi does

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sugarcoated-lame · 9 months

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Lost and Found | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Single Dad!Bradley x Reader

Part One of my Single dad!Bradley miniseries | part two | library blog

*all my works are 18+, minors DNI

Summary: When Bradley’s four-year old daughter goes missing during a trip to the mall, he doesn’t expect to find himself so taken with the pretty stranger who helps her find her way back to him.

WC: 3.6K

Warnings: I suck at titling my stories and summaries :), a bit of angst, mentions of pregnancy and abandonment, (briefly) missing child, mentions of anxiety/panic attack, but then so much fluff, Bradley’s kid being too cute for her own good, implied age gap, I feel like dilf Bradley needs his own warning

a/n: I wrote this months ago and I’m a bit nervous to share, but the response to the teaser was so amazing (thank you <3) and dilf Bradley lives in my head rent-free, so I’m excited about this one! Also the picture on the right just screams dad Bradley to me! Thank you for reading, as always I’d love to hear your feedback, so please leave a comment/reblog <3

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Bradley directs his gaze away from the rack of little girls’ clothes he’d been perusing, injecting enthusiasm into his voice as he holds up a hanger with a small, baby pink t-shirt dress hanging on it. “Hey, Bug. What do you think of this–?”

He cuts himself off before the end of his question when he realizes that he’s talking to no one. “Where did she…?”

He trails off, brows furrowed. Still holding up the child-sized dress that looks especially tiny next to his large frame, Bradley spins around, perplexed. She was just here.

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Bradley’s daughter, Caroline, who’d just recently turned four— and was growing up way too fast for his liking— was set to begin preschool next week. His little girl was growing right before his eyes and she needed a new wardrobe to accommodate that. So, Bradley had taken her to the mall to buy some new clothes for school. He didn’t know the first thing about little girls’ fashion, but he was sure he could manage.

He’d spent the last hour searching through clothing rack after clothing rack in the girl’s section of a department store, Caroline at his side, lips in a pout and shaking her little head ‘no’ at all of his choices, sandy brown curls bobbing along with her every movement. Bradley could tell the four-year old was getting bored, and he was becoming frustrated.

The buzzing of his phone with a text from Maverick granted him a brief reprieve from his predicament.

“One second, honey.” Bradley sighed, affectionately patting the top of his daughter’s head before looking toward his phone to answer some question Mav had about work.

He was happy for a moment’s distraction from getting ready to tear his hair out wondering if he was going to have to send his daughter to her first day of preschool wearing a trash bag because he didn’t know what the hell kind of clothes he’s supposed to buy for a picky four-year old girl.

Bradley had been a single parent for most of his daughter’s life. He and Caroline’s mother, Amber, had only been seeing each other for the better half of a year when they found out the news that they were expecting. And even then, their relationship was never really official.

The two met not long after the Uranium Mission, while Bradley was still on North Island taking some time to relax and awaiting another assignment. He’d gone to the little diner Amber was waitressing at, he thought she was cute and they’d hit it off straight away. Bradley got her number and the rest was history.

The Navy kept Bradley busy. He was always traveling for some assignment or deployments – sometimes gone for months at a time, so they only saw each other on the rare occasions he was in town.

They’d hang out and hook up, maybe go on a date here and there, a sort of friends-with-benefits situation. There was definitely a sense of care between Bradley and Amber, but the lack of time they were able to spend together meant it never went beyond that.

When they learned that Amber was pregnant, they both knew it wouldn’t be easy. But they thought that, together, they could make it work.

A few months after Caroline was born though, Amber admitted that she couldn’t handle things.

Bradley took to being a father so easily. From the moment their baby was born and she looked up at him with those big, honey brown eyes that matched his own, he knew that he’d do absolutely anything for her. Caroline instantly became his world.

Amber, on the other hand, really struggled. She loved her baby of course, but deep down she wasn’t sure she was ready to be a mother. If she’d ever be.

She figured it was better if she’d gone while Caroline was still young enough that she wouldn’t remember her, and knew that their daughter would be just fine in Bradley’s loving hands. And just like that, she left the both of them.

Bradley resented Amber for a while, but in time he came to understand. Not everyone was meant to be a parent. Besides that, he knew that there was no time for resentment.

He was on his own with a four-month old baby and he needed to put all of his energy into taking care of her. So, he requested a more permanent position at Top Gun so that he could stay in one place to raise his daughter, and it’s been just the two of them ever since.

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Bradley couldn’t have been turned around for more than thirty seconds before he pocketed his phone and reached back out to grab the little pink dress off the rack to show his daughter. But, when he turned back, Caroline was nowhere to be seen.

Ok, don’t panic, Bradley tells himself. She can’t have gone far.

“Caroline?” He calls out calmly, eyes darting around the surrounding area as he spins to look in every direction.

When he doesn’t receive a response, Bradley puts down the dress he was holding and begins to walk among the sea of clothing racks, still calling out his daughter’s name.

He searches the entire girl’s section of the store without success and decides to broaden his search, his heart beginning to speed up in his chest. Ok, he’s starting to panic.

Bradley picks up his pace, maneuvering from one section of the store to another, asking the other customers and few employees that mill about if they’ve seen his daughter.

He knows he must look crazed, practically sprinting, his sneakers squeaking as he moves across the shiny floors as his repeated calls of Caroline’s name become increasingly more frantic — panting and on the verge of tears by the time he’s finished searching the entirety of the large department store to no avail.

Bradley stands frozen in the middle of the store, tears pricking his eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly on the brink of hyperventilating. He’s at a loss for what to do. His mind racing through all of the worst scenarios. What if she’s hurt? What if someone took her?

It’s his job to protect his little girl and make sure that she’s always safe, and he failed her. He’s all that Caroline has, and he feels like a failure of a father.

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You’re walking through the busy mall with a couple of bags in hand, all finished with your shopping and ready to head home when you see her.

A little girl — tiny really, she can’t be older than five — with curls a golden shade bordering between both blonde and brown, standing by the bottom of the escalator, alone.

Playing with her little fingers as she looks around the crowd aimlessly with unshed tears in her big, brown eyes. The scared look on her adorable little face breaks your heart, and you know you can’t leave without making sure she’s okay.

You approach her slowly, as if she were a frightened animal that might bolt at any moment, speaking softly so as not to scare her any further. “Hey, honey. Are you alright?”

The look she gives you is a shy one, eyes widening before she looks down at her light-up sneakers and shakes her head.

You can tell the little girl is apprehensive about talking to a stranger — smart.

Kneeling down to be at her eye-level before speaking again, and setting your shopping bags down at your sides, you tell her your name and ask for hers.

“I’m Caroline.” Her voice is sweet and shy, a near-whisper as she chances a glance up at you, eyes still shining with tears when she lifts her head.

“Are you here alone, Caroline? Are you with your mommy and daddy?” You ask her gently.

She shakes her head again, curls swaying along with the motion. “I was with my daddy, but I lost him.”

The adorable pout on her lips might’ve made you smile, if it weren’t for the tears that follow, finally spilling from her eyes and trailing down onto her rosy cheeks.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I can help you find him!” You soothe as your thumb moves to brush her tears away. “Where did you last see him?”

Caroline sniffles and thinks for a moment before speaking, a little bit louder this time.

“We were buying me clothes for preschool in one of the big stores, and my daddy had to answer the phone so I was looking all by myself. And then I got lost and I couldn’t find him.”

You continue to wipe at Caroline’s tears as she talks in that rambling sort of way that all little kids do.

“Preschool, wow. That sounds fun!” You try to take her mind off of the scary situation for a second and she nods excitedly at that, still sniffling. “What’s your daddy’s name?”

Her tears finally begin to slow as she talks about her dad.

“His name’s Bradley, but everybody calls him Rooster! He flies planes!” Caroline explains excitedly.

You can’t help but chuckle as you tell her that her dad has a funny nickname, and that his job sounds fun. You’re happy to see Caroline give you a small smile back.

“Do you remember what store you and your daddy were shopping in?”

She has to think for a long moment, the most adorable, pensive pout you’ve ever seen on her face as she tries to remember.

She doesn’t know the name of the store, but she is able to describe it for you, and you’re able to make a distinction from there.

Standing back to your full height, you readjust your bags on one arm and extend your free hand out towards Caroline, offering her a reassuring smile.

“I know exactly where that is! Ready to go find him?” Caroline grins as she takes your hand with an excited nod, tears no longer visible in her big brown eyes.

The two of you walk on in search of her dad — Bradley, and Caroline talks your ear off the whole way. She is absolutely adorable, telling you more about herself and asking you questions about yourself too, and you find yourself falling more in love with her sweet disposition by the minute.

Within five minutes, you make it to the store that Caroline had been in last, hopeful to reunite her with her father who you figure must be worried sick.

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Bradley isn’t quite sure how long he’s been scouring the massive department store looking for his four-year old daughter— though it feels like forever, time seeming to move in slow motion— on the brink of a panic attack and just about ready to phone the police when he hears a familiar high-pitched shriek of, “DADDY!”

He turns around at lightning speed — and practically gives himself whiplash — to see Caroline approaching him, holding a woman’s hand.

When she lets go and bounds right towards him, Bradley lets out a massive sigh of relief. Kneeling down to catch his little girl in his arms, he feels like he might cry all over again, overcome with a flurry of emotions now that his daughter is safe in his embrace once again.

“Caroline, baby, you scared me half to death!” Bradley can’t keep the emotion out of his voice as he lifts his daughter into his arms and stands back up to his full height, lying his head atop of hers and squeezing her tight. “You can’t just wander off like that, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

He tries his best not to sound angry — she is only four after all, and he’s just thankful that she’s okay. Caroline’s arms wrap around his neck as he holds her tight, her face burrowing into the crook of Bradley’s neck.

“Daddy, I’m fine!” She insists. “And I made a new friend!”

It’s only then that Bradley looks up at the woman who had reunited him with his little girl, standing a few feet away and watching them with a sweet smile.

Oh. It’s only then that he realizes, you are beautiful.

Bradley’s honestly convinced you might be an angel. Pretty, bright eyes and a glowing sweet smile that nearly takes his breath away. And, you’d been kind enough to help his daughter safely find her way back to him.

Bradley just stares for a moment, lips parted and still holding Caroline in his arms, and he hopes that you’ll chalk it up to the overwhelming nature of the situation.

“Uh– thank you so much for bringing Caroline back to me. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” He rushes out, hand cradling the back of his baby’s hair. “I-I’m…” Fuck, why is he so nervous all of a sudden?

“…Bradley,” You finish for him. “Or, Rooster. Right?”

His brows furrow, a pensive look on his very handsome face, a look that you realize matches the one you had seen on his daughter’s face earlier. Cute.

“How did you-” He begins to question how you know his name — and call-sign — but is promptly cut off by his four-year old practically screaming in his ear.

“I told her, Daddy!” Caroline exclaims proudly.

For a man called ‘Rooster’, you sure were not expecting Caroline’s dad to be this good looking. But, fuck, is he hot.

Though he’s clearly got a few years on you, Bradley’s all tall and sun-kissed, tan skin. Broad shoulders and big, muscular arms on display in his fitted black t-shirt while he holds up his little girl, sandy curls a shade or two darker than hers. Whiskey-colored eyes that match his daughter’s, that you can only describe as puppy dog eyes.

His deep, husky voice that sends tingles down your spine and beautifully shaped pink lips framed by a mustache that you’re surprised you find so attractive.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of help.” You hope that he can’t see the flush you can feel blooming on your cheeks as you speak. “And, Caroline was great company!”

You wink at the little girl who giggles against his shoulder, and when Bradley smiles at you graciously, you can’t help but smile back. God, his smile is pretty.

Up in his arms, Caroline gets distracted playing with her dad's curls. There are a few moments of silence between you, though not uncomfortable, before Bradley speaks up again.

“Well, thank you again. I–uh,” Bradley clears his throat.

“I guess we should let you go. We’ve gotta find some clothes for this little troublemaker, otherwise she’ll have to go to school wearing a garbage bag.” Bradley jokes in a playful tone, bouncing his daughter around in his arms as she giggles, and you can’t help but laugh too at the infectious sound.

“Daddy, wait!” Caroline shouts out before you can answer him.

“What is it, little bug?” Bradley murmurs as he strokes a hand lovingly over her curls. Caroline turns in his hold, directing her next question toward you.

“Can you come with us?” Oh, her puppy dog eyes are even cuter than Bradley’s, and you imagine he probably has a hard time ever saying no to her. “Daddy has no idea what he’s doing when it comes to girl clothes.”

You can’t contain the giggle that escapes your lips as Caroline dramatically rolls her eyes and Bradley lets out an offended huff, the two of them staring at each other with matching, petulant pouts. Adorable.

“That is not true!” Bradley practically shrieks at his daughter and it only makes you laugh more.

“And, honey, she probably doesn’t want–” Bradley begins to protest before you interject.

“I’d love to.” You chime in with a coy grin and Bradley looks back at you, bewildered.

Sure, you figure he probably has a beautiful wife waiting for him at home, but what’s the harm in spending just a little more time with a handsome pilot and his adorable daughter? So far, you’re having a lot of fun.

Bradley’s brows furrow skeptically. “Are you…sure?”

You purse your lips, staring up toward the ceiling for a moment as if you really need to think about it before you grin and offer him a one-shouldered shrug. “Yeah, I’ve got nowhere to be.”

You hope you don’t seem too eager, but the matching smiles you receive from both Bradley and Caroline tell you they don’t mind.

Bradley’s honestly a bit shocked that you— a pretty, young, complete stranger, want to stick around to hang out with him and his kid, but he isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

So, once you assure him again that you’re happy to stay, he sets Caroline back on her feet and offers — more like insists — that he holds your shopping bags, and the three of you set off to peruse the oh-so daunting girl’s clothing section of the store once again.

Bradley watches in awe as Caroline grabs your hand, tugging you along as you help her pick out some articles of clothing.

The two of you chatter the whole time, bringing him into the conversations too, holding up articles of clothing and asking what he thinks, and Bradley is delighted to see how good you are with his daughter.

“This would look pretty on you!” Caroline holds out a little girl’s purple sweater dress in your direction. “Wouldn’t it, Daddy?”

You’re biting back a grin as Bradley looks to you and then back to his daughter and chuckles.

“I don’t think it comes in her size, Bug.” Bradley’s gaze returns to you, mirth in his eyes when he continues, “But yeah, it would look very pretty.”

You know he can see the obvious flush to your cheeks this time as his lips pull up into a smirk.

Shaking your head, you look back down to Caroline with a grin. “I think it’d look even prettier on your dad.” That pulls a giggle out of both of them.

Things go on like that as the three of you continue to shop, Bradley admiring how sweet and funny you are, how patient you are with his daughter.

The two of you discreetly sharing amused looks at some of the obscure things Caroline says that could only come out of a little kid’s mouth, banter coming easily between the three of you.

After a short while, Caroline has an array of new outfits for school— and a new stuffed animal after some begging and very convincing puppy dog eyes from his four-year old while you stood by and tried not to giggle, and Bradley knows that he wants to get to know you more.

He hasn’t done much in the way of dating since becoming a single father. Aside from the simple lack of time, Bradley’s always been afraid that most women won’t want to stick around when they find out he has a kid.

That they might not get along with his daughter or worse, be upset when they realize that Caroline will always be his number one priority.

Too scared to let his daughter get attached to someone only for them to leave, Caroline is his world and he’s been content with that.

But now, after seeing the way you are with his little girl — and in such a short time, he can’t help but think that he already likes you being a part of it.

With the clothing shopping done, the sun is setting by the time you're all ready leave the mall. Bradley and Caroline walk you out to your car, and both are reluctant to say goodbye to you just yet. You can't say you’re too happy to part with them either.

As he helps you put your bags in the trunk of your car, Bradley knows he needs to take his shot now — or as Hangman likes to tell him, he needs to get off his perch.

“Hey, could I possibly get your number?” Bradley asks, trying to sound as confident as his voice can possibly muster. “I’d love to see you again.”

Caroline pipes up from next to you, jumping up and down while she still holds your hand. “Me too!”

Is he asking you out? The breathless laugh you let out is one of shock, and you’re sure the look on your face matches as you glance between the adorable father-daughter duo.

You’re also sure that you’re blushing again.

For a moment, you can only stand frozen, lips parted, and when you realize you’ve yet to answer his question, you promptly close your mouth and attempt to school your features, quickly nodding your head.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You tell him shyly, and Bradley can’t help but smirk at the color that’s begun to paint your cheeks.

He hands over his phone and tries not to smile too hard as you type in your number, glancing up at him and biting back your own grin while you send yourself a text so that you’d have his too.

You kneel down to squeeze Caroline into a hug, the little girl happily wrapping her arms around your neck. You leave her with a promise that you’ll see them again soon, though the way you look up at her father over her shoulder lets Bradley know that that promise is directed at the both of them.

When you stand, Bradley gazes at you with a thoughtful smile before bringing you into a hug too.

“Have a good night, sweetheart.” The deep rumble of his voice so close to your ear, as well as the heat of his touch, leave your body feeling warm all over. That warmth never fading even as you watch Bradley and Caroline cross the parking lot, hand-in-hand, to get to their car.

Yeah, you definitely wouldn’t mind seeing him again soon.

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jungle-angel · 9 months

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Two's a Blessing (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: The day has finally arrived when you and Rhett come face to face with your twin boys

Warnings: Depictions of childbirth, breastfeeding etc.

It had been a damn good night as far as Rhett was concerned. He had taken first place in the riding competition with the prize being another $15,000, just enough to put towards building your home up in Bozeman. Not only was the house falling into place, but so too was everything else. Amy and Hannah were thriving at their preschool, a place which placed a heavy emphasis on the outdoors, nature and hands-on types of crafts while you yourself taught at the grade school just up the path. The ranch too was doing well, as well as it had in recent years with the help of your father and mother-in-law running the place.

"C'mon Cody you've got this!!!" Rhett shouted to the rider in the ring.

Cody Two-Bulls hung on for dear life, just as Rhett had done earlier in the first half. Cody was an absolute MONSTER in the bull riding ring with only Rhett as his equal. Rhett grimaced when he saw the bull buck Cody off his back and the rodeo clown jumping in to steer the ornery son of a bitch away from Cody.

Rhett swore loudly when the buzzer went off and the times were put up. Cody climbed over the fence and into the rider pen a minute later, his face contorting into weird looks as he clambered to the ground.

"That bull," he loudly announced. "Is the ANGRIEST fuckin asshole I've ever seen!"

"Hey third is at least better than the bottom twenty," Rhett told him, helping him down.

"Says you," Cody chuckled. "I need the money to pay off the last truck bill and re-shingle my grandma's roof."

Rhett had been about to say something when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrating. He pulled it out and as soon as he saw your contact picture and name pop up, he answered.

"Hi sweet-pea," he greeted cheerfully.

"Hey," you greeted, sounding a little more tired than usual.

"What's goin on?" Rhett asked "You ok?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm still at the rodeo grounds," Rhett answered.

"Can you come home?"

Rhett felt a pang of fear deep in his chest. "I'll be home in thirty, what's wrong?"

"My water just broke."

Rhett went absolutely wide eyed with Cody, Kayce, Rip and the others asking him what was going on. "I'm on my way out right now," he assured you.

"Ok good because your dad swears we're getting a snowstorm tonight too," you told him.

Oh shit, he had forgotten. Already Wabang was beginning to hit the deep freeze with fall having ended the day before Halloween when Rhett had taken the girls trick-or-treating and to the Halloween party at their school.

"Alright sweet-pea," he told you. "Just sit tight till I get home, ok?"

"Ok, I love you."

Rhett bid you goodbye before hanging up the phone and booking it to the truck to get home. It was thirty full minutes on a straight road back home with only two turns back to the Abbott land, the heat blasting in his truck and the radio going to keep him distracted until he could get home. The lights on the porch were still on, a few loose flakes visible in the biting cold air as Rhett clunked up the porch steps in his heavy boots and riding gear.

As soon as he opened the door, there was Diesel, waiting to greet him along with Ruby, the little squished nose cocker spaniel who belonged to Cecelia. Rhett kicked off his boots and hung his hat on the door.

"Darlin you home?!" he called up the stairs.

"I'm upstairs!"

Up the stairs he went, shooing the two dogs back down the steps before he found you in the bathtub with a washcloth on your forehead and the strong smell of lavender in it.

"You ok (y/n)?" he asked, kneeling next to you and taking your hand.

"Yeah I'm ok," you told him. "The pain's not too bad but your mom thought it'd be a good idea to help me relax for a bit."

"So it broke?"

You nodded. "I thought I had to pee really bad and the next thing I know, it all rushed out at once."

You suddenly squeezed Rhett's hand, your face scrunching up in pain as a sharp stab in your lower belly hit you out of nowhere, running into your lower back. You let out the breath you had been holding in and the tension leaving your body as Rhett's hand relaxed with yours.

"You good?" he asked.

"Yeah," you answered. "I'm good, I'm ok."

"How far apart?"

"Um.....forty minutes?"

Rhett nodded. "Can you gimme a minute to switch outta my clothes?"

You nodded.

In a flash he was gone, but came back quick in a new pair of jeans and a dark blue-grey t-shirt, kneeling on the bathmat beside you to hold your hand. Cecelia had come back with her midwife's kit and to help you out of the bath.

"Alright sweetheart," she said as she and Rhett helped you up. "Lets get you back into bed. I'll check you in a minute."

Rhett helped you into a warm short-sleeved nightdress while Cecelia set up the bed for later. Every couple of minutes, you walked up and down the halls with Rhett, watching the snow fall outside as it came down faster and faster with the dogs occasionally sneaking upstairs for ear scritches or kisses.

Things were a little slow in coming but the back pain often said otherwise. "Good Lord, why does it have to take so long?" you half laughed. "Even Hannah wasn't this impatient."

Rhett chuckled softly as he pressed his warm lips against your cheek and his hands trailing to your large bump. You took in and let out a deep breath as Rhett's hands found their way to your lower belly, able to feel his son's little head in his palm.

"You feel him?" you mumbled as the pain began to recede.

"Ain't gonna be long darlin," Rhett assured you. "If he's that low it's gonna be quick."

You had hoped.....oh God you had hoped.

The next hour and a half was one of the most painful you had ever been through, the pains coming closer together as you lay back in your bed. It was a little awkward with your mother-in-law having to be the midwife, but you trusted Cecelia more than you trusted even the most skilled nurses.

"What?" you chuckled, noticing the smile on your mother-in-law's face as she checked you.

"Grumpy was right," she chuckled. "Not gonna be long before they're here."

It felt like forever as Rhett stayed with you, rubbing your back and your sore thighs, letting you squeeze his hand whenever the pain became too much. As it grew closer and closer, the hand squeezing became more frequent, even as he dabbed at your head with a sweat rag.

"Oh God this SUCKS!" you loudly declared when another pain flared in your belly.

"Alright sweetheart, ya'll are definitely ready to push," Cecelia concluded. "Rhett you good?"

"Good to go Ma," Rhett answered.

"Alright (y/n), go ahead and push honey."

Rhett held one of your legs and you held the other as he supported your neck, your face scrunching up and reddening at the hard push you gave. Your husband and your mother in-law kept encouraging you every step of the way, with each shallow breath and painful push. Your head and your whole body hurt like hell, the muscles in your belly tightening and relaxing with each one bringing you and Rhett closer to meeting your little boys.

"OH SON OF A BITCH!" you swore as you pushed.

"You're doin great sweetheart, we're almost done," Cecelia assured you. "Rhett, you wanna catch him? He's almost out."

Rhett nodded, his eyes wide with excitement and nervousness all at once. "You uh....?"

"I've got her, I've got her."

Cecelia took your leg as Rhett switched off with her, rolling up his sleeves and waiting to catch the baby which was only halfway out.

"C'mon sweetheart, one more," Rhett encouraged. "Gimme one more push."

At the guidance of your husband, you gave one last big push and a huge wave of relief suddenly washed over you, a long repressed whimper escaping your throat before your mother-in-law and husband cheered and those little cries filled the room.

"You did so good sweet-pea," Rhett said tearfully as he leaned in to kiss you.

"Yeah but we're not done yet," you told him through your heavy breaths.

Sure enough, you were right. Just barely minutes after the first boy was born, the pains began again and you instinctively pushed as soon as Rhett told you. Four pushes later, another little boy fell into Rhett's hands, the both of you in tears at the sound of their little cries filling up the room. Cecelia placed the older of the two onto your chest, covered in a clean white cotton towel while Rhett cut away the cord that kept him tethered to you. His twin was placed next to him before Rhett did the same, cutting away the cord before Cecelia took care of the rest.

"Sweetheart, I am so proud of you," Rhett croaked, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

A tired smile formed on your face as you held your little boys and Rhett kissed their heads, overjoyed that now he had two sons, both born of your flesh and blood and each carrying a piece of you in them.

As soon as you had been cleaned up and everything had been taken care of, Cecelia helped prop you up just a little so you could feed your boys, each of them rooting at your breasts as your husband nested in close beside you.

You didn't even remember nodding off or sleeping for that matter, until you awoke the next morning to the heavy snow still falling outside your window and the whole of the land outside covered in white.

"Look who's awake," Royal chuckled. "You doin ok (y/n)?"

"Never better Roy," you yawned.

One of the boys began to whimper, the older of the twins, wriggling in his little blue blanket as he rested beside his brother in the crib at the foot of yours and Rhett's bed.

"Little guy's probably hungry," Rhett remarked.

"Either that or the I want Momma and Daddy cry," Royal told him.

"You wanna get him?" Rhett asked.

Royal reached in to pick up his new grandson when something stopped him, a little tag at the top which read:

"Welcome to the world Tatum Royal and Tanner James, two little angels born December 7th at 3:33 am."

You saw your father-in-law's hand suddenly move to his mouth as if to stifle a noise that never escaped. "You....did you....?"

Rhett nodded.

You could already see Royal going glass-eyed at the sight of the twins' names right before him, his hands shaking as he picked Tatum up into his arms, cradling him as he had once done when Rhett was first born.

"Son I......"

"Dad you don't have to say anything," Rhett told him. "I know these kids have the best grandpa in the world.....and they're gonna know that each and every day."

Royal, still biting his lip, trying to hold back the emotions inside, handed Tatum off to you so he could feed. It wasn't long before Tanner had begun to cry too, Rhett carefully picking him up and cradling his tiny form against his broad chest, all snug in his little Irish knit blanket.

Cecelia had let the girls in as soon as they had woken up, both of them excited as ever to meet their little brothers. You and Rhett looked around at the sight before you, the both of you grateful that you were surrounded by your family and that you had been blessed with two new lives and all you had gained with them.

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Mending a Family 24/?

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I'm not too proud of this chapter. It feels a bit disjointed, but I needed certain things to happen to progress the story a bit. Sorry if it's not my usual standard of writing. Let me know what you think

Dick was with his siblings. They were playing with Mar’i. Soon, she would start school, and he was terrified of letting her go alone.

She was his baby; she was too young.

Tim came up to him, holding a cup of coffee. Dick frowned at his younger brother. Tim had the audacity to smirk and take a sip. His bags were prominent. The brothers stood next to each other in silence for a while. Dick watched as his little girl floated in the air and her aunts and uncles chased her.

“I found some footage of Jason close to the Canadian border.”

Dick straightened. He knew his younger brother was alive thanks to the present he had sent Alfred.

“He had a kid with him.”

Dick turned toward Tim, surprised.

“What,” he asked.

“Yeah, the kid was four or five, maybe six, but I doubt it. Barbara and I found the footage a while ago, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I haven’t found any more traces of them, but I think Jason crossed the border.”

Dick turned to Mar’i. Did she have a cousin?

Why was he feeling betrayed when he had kept Mar’i away from Jason?

“Give me a moment,” Dick said, walking away from Tim. He took out a phone and called Roy. He was surprised the man had picked up.

“What do you want, Grayson?”

“Does Jason have a kid,” he asked without preamble. He wanted to catch the other man off guard. A surprised person was most likely to tell the truth.

“I have no idea what you mean, Grayson.”

“Listen, if Jason has a kid with him, we deserve to know.”

“You don’t deserve to know shit about Jason. You guys abandoned him. How about you leave the man alone, and you and your whole family get therapy? I hear Dinah has some openings.”

Roy hung up, and Dick still hadn’t gotten his answer. How was Bruce going to take this? Should they even tell him without more evidence? What if Jason had a kid and left because he didn’t want the family around his child?

Mar’i’s laughter seemed to haunt him.

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Danny pouted as Jason took pictures of him. He looked so cute with his little backbag.

“Daddy, are you done yet,” Danny whined.

“Almost, kiddo, just one more picture, please?”

It wasn’t fair for daddies to have puppy eyes.

It was Danny’s first day at school, and his dad was going overboard with the first-day pictures. Jazz couldn’t help but smile.

“We’re gonna be late,” Danny said. He didn’t care about being on time but wanted the torture to stop.

His dad had enrolled him in a school for gifted children. He would be taught in French and English. Danny knew he would hate it. Well, he would only have to deal with it for one semester, and then he could bow out of preschool.

Daddy drove him to school.

He suddenly felt nervous when he saw the building and all the kids entering.

“It’ll be fine, chum,” Jason told his son. He felt his little boy’s anxiety. “Do you want me to walk you to your classroom?”

Danny nodded. He took his daddy’s hand, and they walked into the building. Jason introduced himself to the teacher. She seemed nice.

“Okay, kiddo, you’re gonna be brave, right?”

Danny nodded. He had never been away from his dad. What if something bad happened?

“It’ll be fine, darling boy.”

His dad hugged him, “Now, go and have fun.”

Danny let go of his dad. He looked back one last time before entering the classroom. It was colorful. The five-year-old in him liked all the colors and toys. The sixteen-year-old in him cringed away from the noise. It was tough being two ages at once.

Danny sat by a girl with glasses and blonde hair.

“Bonjour, je m’appelle Sarah. Comment t’appelles-tu?”

“Sorry, I don’t speak French,” Danny said.

“Hi, I’m Sarah. What’s your name?”

“Danny,” he said. The girl smiled at him, showing that she had missing teeth. Oh, Ancients, were his teeth going to start falling out soon?

“Nice to meet you, Danny.”

Danny took a deep breath. If he would be here for the next few months, he might as well make a friend so he wouldn’t be lonely.

Danny smiled at the girl, “Nice to meet you, too.”

“Okay, class, let’s get to know each other,” the teacher suddenly said.

Danny sighed; it was going to be a long day.

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Jason sighed.

It was going to be a long day. He didn’t know how dependent he had gotten on taking care of Danny.

Now that his little boy was gone, he didn’t know what to do with himself. He went back home and spent the day with Ellie.

He kept the phone close in case the school called.

He never imagined how long the day would be without Danny around. Is this what every parent had to deal with when their child went to school?

He knew school was good for Danny. It would help entertain him, and it would be easier to make friends. But, God, he was missing his little boy!

Ellie giggled at him as she threw her baby food on his face.

“Now, Ellie, we don’t waste food.”

The little girl gave a toothy grin. Jason couldn’t help but smile back.

“Maybe you should go out on a walk,” Jazz came and said suddenly.

“What, why?” He got another spoonful of baby food, and Ellie gladly bit into it. Her little teeth left marks on the spoon.

“You need to learn to deal with Danny being away. Maybe find a hobby to do. You’re not going to feel better staying indoors.”

“I’m fine,” Jason said. Ellie had finished her food.

Jazz rolled her eyes and took Ellie with her. Great, now what should he do?

He went outside and sat on the porch. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Jason picked it up before the second ring sounded.

“Hello,” he said, feeling scared. What if something had happened to Danny?

“Hey, Jay, it’s me.”

Jason felt himself relax at Roy’s voice.

“Hey, Roy, how you been?”

“Good, good,” Roy’s voice trailed off.

“Is something wrong? Is Lian okay?”

“Yeah, Lian is good. How are the kids?”

“Great, Danny started his first day of school today.”

“Oh, ouch, I remember Lian’s first day in preschool. It was tough.”

“I have a feeling you called for something,” Jason said after a moment of silence.

“Dick called me earlier,” Jason tensed again, “He asked me if you had a kid. I didn’t tell him anything.”

Jason sucked in a breath. Dick knew, which meant that Bruce would know soon. Would he have to move again? He didn’t want to lose his son!

Jazz came out with Ellie in her arms, frowning, “What’s wrong?”

“Do they know where I’m at?”

“From what I can tell, no. Look, I don’t think you should worry, but I had to tell you they knew about Danny.”

“Yeah, thanks, Roy. You’re a real one.”

“Take care, Jay. I’ll keep my ears to the ground.”

“What’s wrong,” Jazz asked. She sat by Jason; even Ellie looked concerned.

“My old family knows about Danny. What if they come and take him away from me?”

Jazz put her hand on Jason’s, “Hey, look at me. Neither Danny nor I will allow anyone to break up this little family. Besides, Raven has shielded us with spells; they won’t find us. And if they do, we’ll kick their butts.”

“Thanks, Jazz.”

They sat in silence, each contemplating the future.

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Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕

Guys My Age by Hey Violet here! I got the song from @deblou008 who made me an entire playlist of Hotch songs 🥹 this is one of so many WIP I have for this series. I plan to keep it going so long as I keep having ideas lol

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: significant age gap, reader is 25 and Aaron is like 40 but who cares right? Smut, exhibition, alcohol mentions, oral, fem recieving, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up) exhibitionism, I think that’s it

As always this is a stand-alone and not part of a series 🥰

Reader is a single mom 😏

Having children at a young age isn't exactly ideal, but it did have its perks. You were always the youngest parent at parent/teacher conferences, often mistaken as the older sister of your 6 year old son. The other parents didn't seem to mind because you were always present at activities, involved as much as possible with the classroom. One of the biggest perks was being seen as the "cool, young mom" which meant your son was always hosting sleepovers.

You loved every minute of the bountiful energy, the blanket forts, superhero talk. You'd adjusted well, and on this night in particular, in the living room was a pair of two small boys, piled together on a mound of pillows, watching Captain America. You sat on the couch, watching absentmindedly as they chatted away about anything they could think of.

Only one of the boys belonged to you, your pride and joy: Josiah. He was a bright, beautiful boy with a class full of friends, his closest pal laid out in the floor with him. Josiah and Jack had been friends since preschool, the two of them practically inseparable. Jack's dad worked for the FBI, and on nights when he was working late, or had no clue when he'd be home, Jack could usually be found in your floor, or in the spare room that had been deemed his by Josiah the first night he slept over.

"Captain America is like my dad," Jack said proudly, and you could feel yourself smiling at his words, because he loved his father so much. Jack's mother had tragically passed away, and Josiah's dad had never been in the picture, so the two of them could relate to one another on more than one level.

"And Black Widow is like my mom!" Josiah turned around to give you a toothy grin at the same time the doorbell rang, so you rushed to the door. You weren't expecting to see Aaron on your doorstep, shaking off the rain under the cover of your small porch.

"I know it's late," you ushered him in, Jack immediately rushing to hug his dad, Josiah trailing quickly behind to see what the commotion was about.

"We're watching Captain America!" Jack said happily, the two of them rushing back to their spot on the floor as you led Aaron to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. You lived in the same neighborhood, so when he got in late, it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to stay up long past the kids, talking about work, or what the boys had been up to while he was away. It was a sacred part of the routine; he'd show up, you'd drink coffee, the kids would fall asleep, and he'd come back in the morning. Secretly, you thought he did it just to have someone to spend time with, and you were just as lonely, so you really didn't mind.

"They played school for hours earlier. Did you know Jack can spell 'continent'?"

"It's spring break and they're playing school?" He followed you to the cozy table for two that you had in your kitchen, taking his usual seat while you flipped on the coffee pot.

"They play everything; they have very vivid imaginations," you'd heard them playing FBI agents one day, the two of them interrogating a stuffed rabbit on the couch while you simply stared at them from the kitchen, wondering how the hell they came up with so many creative ideas.

"I think those two will be best friends forever," Aaron nodded towards them, leaned in as close to the tv as you'd let them get, their eyes glued to the screen. In all the years they'd been friends, you'd never heard a single harsh word between the two of them. In fact, when the other would feel down, they'd work tirelessly to cheer the other up. They had a special bond; Aaron often said they acted more like brothers than friends.

You poured the two of you a cup of coffee, knowing exactly how he liked it before you joined him. He had removed his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, and he was rolling up his sleeves, his Rolex shining on his arm.

"They are pretty close. Jessica called about getting Jack for a day or two during break," it wasn't uncommon for Jess to call you if she knew Jack was at your house. The two of you had developed a friendship, often taking the boys on play dates if she had Jack.

"I don't know what I'll do with the house to myself," he chuckled, and you knew he'd end up working, all alone in his office.

"I know what I'm doing," a sly grin spread across your face, because you'd gotten a sitter for the weekend too; your family had asked to keep Josiah for a few days over Spring Break, and you hastily agreed, deciding to go out one night with your friends. You and Aaron shared friends too; JJ and Penelope being two of your closest companions.

"Tell me," your smile must have been contagious, because he was grinning behind his mug as he took a long, satisfied sip.

"It involves tequila," you teased, and his eyebrows shot up in response.

"You're letting Penelope be a bad influence," he teased, peeking behind you to check on the boys. They were sprawled out on their backs, arms in every direction as they slept.

"I'm always the designated driver; they'll be taking a cab this weekend," you always ended up carting them around while they had a blast, singing loudly in your ear, or trying to get you to let them set you up on blind dates, telling you that you needed to loosen up or get laid. They had no filter when they got together, and you couldn't wait to join in on the fun.

"I'm sure you'll have a good time," he took your mug to refill it, and you took a moment to secretly admire his broad frame, his shoulders that seemed to go on forever, his long, strong arms. You loved to watch his hands, meticulous and precise with everything he did, large enough to swallow up any object in them. Everything he held looked tiny.

"Will you promise me that you won't spend your entire weekend working?" He returned your mug, shrugging his shoulders as he sat down.

"I'm sure I can find something to do," you knew it was a lie, but you didn't press further. He got lost in his work, and it took up the majority of his free time.

"I hope so. Where've you been? Fill me in," he looked relieved that you'd changed the subject, giving you what details he could of the case without being too graphic. You liked to listen to him unwind, the stress of the days prior disappearing if he got them off of his chest. You loved the exchange of information, the way he confided in you about everything. There was a mutual trust, a bond created between the two of you from nights like this. He knew he could tell you anything, and you were often who he came to for help.

"Your turn. Tell me what you've been doing," he sat back, listening intently as you explained what you'd been working on. You worked from home, which wasn't exciting, but the kids kept you entertained. You were grateful for it during school breaks, so you didn't need a sitter. You'd been helping the boys with their spelling skills, spelling out words for movie time, and then sounding it out and figuring out the correct way if they had trouble. They'd watch movies regardless, but sometimes you let them stay up a little later on the weekends if they were willing to play along and learn at the same time. You'd all developed a well rounded system for when Jack stayed, so it had become the new norm. You didn't mind, Josiah needed the company, because you weren't planning on having any more kids any time soon.

"Jack loves you, you know. He loves the time that he gets to spend with you." His voice was endearing, he truly appreciated every minute you spent nurturing his child.

"We love having him here. I mean that. He's always welcome here."

"I know you mean it. I don't know what I'd do without you." Your heart was pounding in your chest, your brain a white hot mess.

"Lucky for you, I'll always be around," you winked at him, making him giggle at you from across the table. You loved to hear him laugh, because he was so serious all the time. It was good to hear him sound happy considering what he spent his days doing.

He left shortly after, promising to pick Jack up in the morning. Before he left, he had hugged you goodbye, which was new, so you needed time to process before you had to see him in the morning. You locked the doors and decided to sleep on the couch, turning out the light and going to bed.

You'd been awake for an hour when Aaron arrived to get Jack, his tie and blazer swapped for jeans and a t-shirt. He was incredibly fit, and it was hard for you not to notice given the obvious; he was really fucking sexy. You wondered how anyone at his job got anything done, because surely they were all distracted by their hunk of a boss, in his Gucci ties and sleek suits.

"I brought you coffee," he handed you a to go cup, smiling brightly as he stepped over the threshold. Jack was already packed up and the two of them were waiting in Josiah's room, working on legos.

"You're a lifesaver. They're just down the hall," you called for Jack, but before he could join you, Aaron was telling you that he'd went home and made plans after your talk.

"Morgan and Dave invited me out, so looks like we both get to be irresponsible for a little bit this weekend," you were shocked to hear that he was actually planning to do something other than work.

"Try not to have too much fun," you teased, and Jack rounded the corner, Josiah right behind him. Your aunt was picking up Josiah any minute, and you were taking all of your makeup and outfit choices to Penelope's to spend the day getting dolled up.

Josiah left for the weekend, and you were off, blaring music as you headed to Penelope's. It was barely two pm, so you had time, but she had insisted you and JJ come over early to catch up on what had been happening in your life and to celebrate your weekend of fun. You stepped in the doors of her apartment, toting a suitcase full of makeup and outfit possibilities.

"You came prepared," Penelope chuckled as she ushered you in, your coffee from Aaron in your free hand. She would love the fact that he'd brought you coffee, constantly trying to hook the two of you up. She'd tried more than once to get you to ask him out, but you had no clue how he felt about you romantically.

"Aaron brought me coffee this morning. Stayed late last night," her eyebrows shot up at your vague details, so you quickly explained that nothing happened, but he did make plans to go out for the night.

"I bet we'll run into him," she said excitedly, because she'd been rooting for you to end up with him for years.

"I doubt it. I don't see us frequenting the same places," Aaron's personality didn't suit the karaoke bars and dance clubs the girls usually wound up in.

"True, but I could buzz in Morgan's ear and get them to show up," you decided to let the night continue as planned, and if you happened upon them, so be it, but you didn't want to go out of your way to make it known that you wanted his attention.

"I'm fine, Penny. If we see them, that's fine, but can we just try to enjoy the night without my nerves being a wreck?"

She changed the subject, asking for your opinion on outfits when JJ showed up, her go bag over her arm.

"You're not seriously starting without me," she joked, but you assured her you'd just walked in the door moments before her. Penelope filled her in on the situation with their boss, and JJ shot you a look of approval before encouraging it further by saying he talked about you all the time.

"Don't say that," you groaned, but they'd mentioned several occasions where he'd show off photos you'd sent him of you and the kids, and he always bragged about how lucky he was to have someone like you. You felt yourself blushing uncontrollably as you sifted through outfits, deciding finally on a simple black dress, showing off your curves in all the right places, along with a pair of strappy red heels.

"YES MAMA!" Penelope praised as you tried on your outfit, doing a twirl in the living room for them to see. JJ let out a wolf whistle and your mind was made up. The three of you took turns with the mirror in her bedroom and the outlets in the bathroom to do your hair and makeup, still giving you plenty of time to spare by the time you finished up.

You decided not to drink until you made it to the bar, but you weren't even certain you wanted to stomach the hangover after. They'd never pressure you to drink, but your mind wasn't completely made up on the subject considering the topic of Aaron. If you did run into them, you didn't want to be drunk and embarrass yourself. The two of them took a shot to warm up, and you were off to the bar, a cab arriving at 9pm on the dot. You three climbed in and waited for the arrival of your destination, climbing out like celebrities on the runway. You all looked fierce as you showed your ID to the bouncer and went inside, the music pouring loudly from the speakers.

"To the bar!" JJ cheered, and you followed closely behind, scanning the area for anyone that resembled Aaron with no such luck. You ordered a soda at the bar, clutching it tightly as you looked for a table in the sea of people. You found a booth and staked claims while JJ and Penelope waited for their drinks, checking your phone. Surprisingly enough, you had a message from Aaron waiting for you.

Having a good time?

You spotted JJ and Penelope making their way towards you, so you shot back a quick message, giddy that he'd gotten ahold of you.

Not sure yet. What about you?

His response made you giggle, because you knew he'd regret agreeing to go out as soon as he said yes. He was the type of man who wanted to relax at home, not listen to drunk people shout over each other.

I'm surviving so far. You look great. It's nice to see you out and about.

Your head whipped up faster than your body could register, looking through an abundance of strangers before you spotted him across the dance floor, seated at the table with two other members of the BAU. He glanced over his shoulder to meet your gaze, smiling back at you before you directed your attention to the girls, trying to stay as calm as possible. You typed back beneath the cover of the table.

You're making me blush.

You watched him smirk at his phone, amused by the back and forth. You'd gladly spend the rest of your night doing this; you were more excited to see his face in the crowd than you were to be out in public.

"You spoke it into existence, Penelope," you said over the music, Derek, Rossi and Aaron making their way though the horde of bodies to come join you. Your breath was caught in your throat at the sight of him in his jeans and black polo shirt. JJ and Penelope exchanged a look before looking at you, their eyes wide with amusement.

"Not a word," you warned them, and they shared a laugh before you were all making room in the booth, Aaron squeezed in at your side.

"Look at you," he said lowly, raking his eyes over you as he slid around to sit next to you, the seat shaped like a semi-circle gave you a clear view of everyone at the table, but there was at least a few inches of space between everyone else. Aaron was tucked in at your side, his arm outstretched over the back of the booth.

"Speak for yourself. This is a pleasant change," your hand reached out and brushed across the fabric of his sleeve, his eyes trained on your every move.

"What are you drinking?"

"I'm not, actually. I think I changed my mind." Everyone else was lost in conversation, leaving the two of you to chat quietly, his breath warm on your ear.

"I'm glad I ran into you. I was hoping I'd get to see you this weekend," he admitted, his arm moving from the booth to his lap, meeting your knee beneath the table.

"You know where to find me," you shot back, his boldness taking you off guard as his fingers lightly squeezed at your skin. You noticed he wasn't drinking either, so he must've been driving. Penelope, JJ and Morgan went to the dance floor and Rossi excused himself for a trip to the bar, leaving you alone with Aaron.

"I was thinking maybe I could take you home later. Save you from taking a cab," you could feel the heat pooling between your thighs as you tried to keep your cool, but his hand was kneading the delicate skin just below your dress, making your thoughts filthy and unfiltered.

"My place or yours?" You were no longer shy, just eager to see what the night had in store for the two of you.

"Doesn't matter as long as you'll be there," he said smoothly, tugging your legs apart slightly as his fingers travelled upwards. He scanned the area to make sure all of your friends were occupied before his fingers found your panties, already soaked from being so close to him all night.

"I think your night of irresponsible behavior should start right now," his eyes flickered from your lips to your tits before his fingers traced slow circles through the thin fabric of your panties. You turned your body towards him slightly to give him better access to you as he tugged your panties to the side and his fingers made contact with your clit.

"You're filled with good ideas this evening," you breathed, letting him make your pussy slick, dripping in arousal as he swirled his fingers around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Eyes up here, sweetheart. Look at me," you met his gaze, intense and penetrating as your hand found his thigh, gripping him harshly as your orgasm rattled through you. It had been so long since you'd been touched, and Aaron was exactly what you needed to satiate that hunger. He kissed the corner of your mouth before his lips met yours briefly, nose brushing against yours as he pulled away.

"We're leaving. I'll tell JJ and Penelope that I'm taking you home," he tugged you out of the booth and handed you his keys, so you headed in the direction of the parking lot while he dealt with your friends. You sent JJ a quick text apologizing but she was more than encouraging of you and Aaron, urging you to do what made you happy. You were already in the passengers seat when he joined you, wasting zero time in pulling you to meet his lips. His mouth found yours with urgency as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth before his tongue found it's home inside of your mouth, his hands blindly groping you through your dress.

"Let's get you home," he broke away from the kiss, his hand lingering on your thigh as he drove you back to his place. He parked and came around to open your door before his hands were on you again, squeezing your ass as he followed you to the door. Instead of leading you inside, your back met the front door, his lips trailing against your neck. By the time you made it inside, your panties were halfway down your thighs, with Aaron working swiftly to remove them the rest of the way.

"The heels stay on," he demanded, causing a giggle from you in response. You were in his foyer, your panties around your ankles as you stepped out of them. Aaron was slinking to his knees, lifting your dress up past your hips and wrapping his arms around the small of your back as he dove headfirst into your aching center, his tongue expertly latching around your clit in an instant. You flattened against the wall, your hands in his hair as he devoured you, kissing and lapping at your pussy like he'd never had anyone like you in his life. You could only lean your head against the wall and try to keep your legs from giving out beneath you.

"Been thinking about this for years," he murmured against your skin, making you flush all over. You could feel the heat spread across your body, the familiar pressure growing in the pit of your stomach as you came on his tongue, Aaron praising you the entire time.

"One more and we'll move to the bed," he promised, his hand snaking between your legs so his fingers could tease your slick, swollen folds before he slipping his fingers inside of you.

"Fuck me with your fingers," you pleaded, earning an animalistic grunt out of him in return as he pumped his fingers slowly, your arousal coating his fingers. His pace quickened as he sucked on your bundle of nerves, making your eyes flutter shut. You were on cloud nine, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks as your legs shook beneath you. His arms hooked under you as he stood up, so he could pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. His mouth never left yours as he navigated the two of you down the hall to his room.

"No going back after this," he warned, but you were ready for whatever he had to offer; you'd hoped it would happen sooner or later but you had no clue when. You didn't want to go back, there was nothing in the world that would ever make you regret giving yourself to him.

"It's always been you," truthfully, you'd never accepted a single date from anyone else because you didn't want just anyones attention. You wanted Aaron's. Sure, his job had its disadvantages, but it wasn't anything you weren't already used to dealing with. You couldn't imagine it being anyone else that you settled down with; his version of settling anyway. He gently sat you down, unzipping your dress in the back so he could slip it off of you. His eyes scanned every inch of you before he reached behind you to remove your bra, a satisfied groan leaving his lips at the sight of you. His lips were all over you, starting on your neck, inching slowly towards your chest as he hovered above you. He looked as if he'd been waiting his entire life to have you as he lowered himself between your legs, sucking hickies onto your thighs as he spread your legs apart.

He wasn't interesting in teasing, his focus was on making sure you never wanted another person sexually. His tongue flicked lightly at your clit, your moans bouncing off the walls only urged him on. He was mesmerized by the way your back arched off the bed, the way your hand was rooted in his hair. You'd never experienced anything quite like him; the lines between his actions being for your pleasure or simply for his own enjoyment were beginning to blur. His eyes, half lidded and glued to your center belonged to a man that had completely succumbed to you.

His fingers made their way to your entrance, coating his fingers with your arousal before he slipped them into you, curling them lightly, pumping them at an agonizingly slow place. It was driving you over the edge quickly as you panted for more, his lips curling into a grin as he satisfied a hunger you didn’t even know you had. When you finally let go, it rattled you from head to toe. You watched him position himself in front of you on his knees before he pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring free.

“Please tell me you’re on birth control,” his dick was already teasing your entrance, soaked in arousal as he waited for your answer.

“I am. Will you please fuck me?” His hands gripped your hips harshly as he brought your body forward, his dick already throbbing as he eased into you. He let out a shaky breath, sitting up slightly to get a better angle. He let out a moan as he rotated his hips, slamming into you repeatedly until you were coming undone, your head on his pillow as he adjusted your legs, bringing them up to rest flat against his chest so he could slide in and out of you with ease.

“Made just for me,” he hissed, his arms flexed deliciously as he hugged your legs against him, your body contorted expertly so he could fuck you properly. You’d never been fucked like this; Aaron was a selfless lover and you knew you’d never be satisfied by hands that weren’t his ever again. You could feel the tension that had been building for years starting to disappear, and the truth began to take its place: you belonged to him. There was no one else you wanted to experience the craziness with; you knew his job was hard, but you were willing to wait on him.

“Will you cum inside of me?” You couldn’t believe you were asking him, but you knew he was getting close, and feeling him finish inside of you was exactly what you needed, you craved it, being marked as his. He nodded before he leaned down to kiss you, sweat beginning to form on his brow. His hips continued to slam into you more urgently, his tongue tangled with yours. He buried himself inside of you, sputtering thick ribbons of cum into you with a shout of your name. All you could do was stare back at him and try to catch your breath.

“Have you been waiting on this as long as I have?” His lips were finding yours before you could answer him. His hand gently cupped your face as he gazed down at you, your noses brushing slightly.

“Only a couple of years,” you joked back as he slid out of you with a shudder, pulling up his boxers so he could find a towel to wipe you down with. You watched him clean you up, wondering how you got so lucky to have someone like him around. You tried to sit up, but your body was too heavy. You ended up pulling the blanket over your body to wait for him. He gave you a t-shirt to slip on before he climbed in the bed with you, cuddling in at your side.

“It was inevitable, right? It was for me anyway,” you could hear the tiredness in his voice as he got comfortable, his chest pressed against your back as you melted into his warmth.

“It was bound to happen. All just a matter of when,” you yawned, and he tossed his arm over you, pulling you in closer. You felt more peace in that moment than you had in the last couple of years, no longer wondering what it would be like to have his love. You’d had it all along.

#aaron hotchner playlist collection #hotch x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x you #ssa aaron hotchner #hotch smut #aaron hotchner smut

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dino-boyo-agere · 3 months

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This amazing art piece of my human OCs was made by @littledinosaursposts!!

It's the first ever art piece of these OC's, that are incredibly important to me & I'm absolutely in love with it!! <3

So, thank you again for bringing them to life!

I've been planning on telling y'all about them for a while, but it's so much lore and some of it is a little dark.. uh.. so anyways, here is a "tiny" summary..

Who is who on the picture:

Frank is the tall black man sitting on the floor, he is Chrisses best friend and future husband. In his lab is sitting Nate (yes, I choose the same name for me lols) . On the couch are sitting Nate's big Brother, Chris and Riv, who is Frank's child and Nate's best friend.

About the characters:

Frank - A 25 yo black man and single father of River (Riv). He became a dad at the age of 16, took full custody and raised his kid with the help of his mum. Rivs mother always wanted to be a career woman and Frank always wanted to have children. Frank is now a preschool teacher and LOVES children so much. He's autistic and likes how honest and direct they are, he is very good with children. He calls his kid "Muffin", Nate "pipsqueak" / "Pip" and Chris "Chrissy"/ "Love". He's an absolute rock for Chris and never fails to support him. He knows exactly how to handle a traumatized kid like Nate, since he was a child psychiatrist for a while.

Riv - is 8, goes by they/ them pronouns. Riv loves heavy metal and spending time with their dad. Together they often play video games, DnD or make music (Riv plays the drums and Frank the guitar, bass or piano.) Riv has a hard time connecting with their peers, they are also autistic. Frank did a really good job raising a very intelligent kid, emotionally and generally. Riv knows exactly what they want and are really good at communicating their needs. They share a lot of interests with Chris and the both of them often enjoy horror media or metal music, while Nate and Frank partake in calmer activities, like crafting. Nate is Rivs best friend and "sibby". Even though Riv is bodily younger, they feel like a big sibling, since Nate is permanently regressed and mostly stuck at ca. age 5.

Chris is the big (half) brother of Nate, he took his sibling in after the police removed him from the house of their father. He didn't know the kid existed, no one did (more of that later). He's 26 and trying his best to take care of this deeply traumatized kid. Frank is his neighbor and best friend.. and even though he thought he was straight, he's beginning to realize that he has a huge crush on him. Chris is very loving but a bit overbearing and overly cautious & overprotective with Nate. But Frank is pretty good at grounding him. Chris is trying his best at raising his traumatized sibling.

Nate - ❗Tw - mention of abüse & deäth❗ The police found him chained up in the basement when looking for drugs at the father's house. Any type of abuse one can imagine, he had to go through. His mother was found after he told the police "she sleep in roses." Her body was buried under a rose bush.❗Tw over❗

His left arm is amputated under the elbow and he has many scars. He's still a little underweight, but he's getting better. Nate is intersex and his gender is ambiguous. He has no construct of gender, so he doesn't care what pronouns ppl use for him. The kid has heterochromia, with his right eye the same shade of blue like his brothers eyes, and the left one a turquoise. He also got the same blue streak his Chris has, bc he wants to be like him. He is permaregressed, with his age moving between 3 and 13, depending on the day and possible triggers, tough he's mostly stuck at about 5. He's semi verbal and has selective mutism. His bio age is unknown, since there is no birth certificate. He loves his brother, he calls him "Kiss" because he has trouble pronouncing the name Chris and he calls Frank "Dad" because he keeps hearing his bestie Riv call him that. Nate is obsessed with dinosaurs and the kid would drop everything and anything for an apple.. he loves apples so much. That's because when he was found by the police, one of them gave him some apple slices, that was the first time Nate ever tasted anything sweet.

#nates little ocs #my ocs #agere oc #oc #ocs #sfw interaction only #sfw #sfw agere #agere #age regression #agere community #age regression community #age regressor #agere fandom #agere boy #tw: abuse mention #tw: death mention

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worlds-4th-best-dad · 27 days

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what made u want to become a policeman?

Heh, well ain't this a funny sight? Just a few weeks ago, I helped conduct a seminar on stranger danger at a local preschool and some of the kids asked the same thing.

Given that you ain't your average five-year-old, I'll fill you in on more details on my road to the force than the sugar-coated one I handed out to them kids.

Well, that's what I would've done if Tumblr hadn't crashed multiple times before I finished it...

And I worked so hard to go into detail too...

Well, anyway, a summarized version it is then.

I really wanted to buy a Gundam model when I was a kid. I earned and saved my allowance into a piggy bank, but it wasn't enough.

I felt cheated and angry so I stole the toy from the store and ran home with it.

I showed it to my mom, who made my dad come over from his paper to see it.

Dad was happy for a bit, before asking questions and ordering me to see the piggy bank.

Dad figured out that I stole it when he felt the bank was full of money and proceeded to beat a lesson into me.

The only reason I didn't get beaten into a fine pulp was my mom breaking the heavy piggy bank over my dad's head and immediately rushing me to the hospital.

Ever since then, my mom was protective of me and my dad slowly distanced himself from us.

His distancing then turned into absences that began with a single day and turning into multiple weeks.

Me and my mom found out that my dad was never coming home when a police officer came over to our house to say that my dad died on the streets.

Apparently, his absences was for his petty theft spree since he lost his job and the money for the family was running dry.

And that's about it. Honestly, looking back on this, I really put a lot of detail in my story that could've been shorter. Can't blame a man from trying, I guess.

Anyway, the important parts of this story that made me want to become a policeman was when my dad beat me till I was black and blue and my mom saving me from entering the Pearly Gates early. I'm sure you understand what I'm trying to tell you at this point, but I'll still say it regardless.

When I was on the floor, bracing my little body from the blows from my dad, that's when I truly felt like my entire world crumbling before me. I felt many things during that harrowing experience. A lot of pain, obviously, but I also felt so small, like I can be blown away in a gust of wind. Yet, I wanted that, an escape from the ruins of my world. To get away from being the poor fool who got caught in the crossfire at the battleground that was once home.

And yet, when I thought I was done for, I heard a smash in the numbing silence and the tinkling of hope. The next thing I knew, the punches stopped and I was being carried off to who knows where before I passed out from the pain.

When I finally woke up from the pain, I was lying in a hospital bed in the Sakurami City General Hospital. My mom wasn't in the room with me, but when I rustled around the bed to get comfortable, she bursted from the door and immediately hugged me, tears in my eyes, and told me that everything was over and no one was going to hurt me anymore.

It was at that moment I knew what I wanted to be. I wanted to be someone like my mom, who risked getting herself beat up to save someone like me, a petty thief in dire need, from people like my dad, who didn't hesitate to become violent at the drop of a hat. After asking my teacher if there was a kind of job like that, they told me that sounds similar to a police officer and the rest was history.

Sorry, for the long story, but I had to get a lot of it out for you to get the full picture.

I hope my answer satisfied your question, Reisuke.

#now if you'll excuse me i'm gonna go grab a donut and a drink to forget my dad again #reports #mutuals (derogatorily affectionate)#asks

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carbonateddelusion · 1 year

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gritting my teeth.

Ben and I have been talking about the idea that the kids aren't anchored to one place; that's been making me think. Of course, being stuck anywhere is miserable, but I think moving might be worse.

Imagine this. You are a young child, only 8 or so. You've been brutally murdered, but you don't know what has happened yet. You faintly remember being very scared and very hurt. Your first instinct is to go home. Your mommy and daddy would know what to do. They always make you feel better.

You walk the long distance. For some reason, although you're already exhausted to begin with, you don't find yourself getting any more tired. There's a dull ache in your body where you were hurt by the bad man who took you away. But it seems like nothing in comparison to the buzzing in your head as you walk the streets.

It's dark now. Your father's car is parked outside, as it always is after he's returned home from work. He's probably in the dining area now, talking with your mother as she prepares dinner. You try to open the door. It doesn't work. Your hand slides through the knob like water. That doesn't make sense. You try walking THROUGH the door. That works. You don't know why, but you don't really care. You're home now. Everything should be fine.

Your little eyes illuminate the otherwise dark living room. Your mother and father are nowhere to be found. Usually, the family dog would be napping on the couch right now. He isn't. You hear whimpering. You follow it.

He's sitting outside your bedroom door, curled up in a ball. It's almost like he's crying. He looks so, so sad. You call out to him. His ears perk up. He sees you.

He's immediately terrified. He starts intermittently barking his head off and scratching at your bedroom door. You try to reach out to soothe him, but he runs away. You follow him into your parents' room.

They're hunched over the side of their bed, holding a framed picture with shaking hands. You call out to them. They don't answer.

You step closer. Your mommy's mascara is running, and your daddy's struggling to breathe. They look so, so, so tired. You call for them again. They don't answer.

You try to touch them. You can't. Your hand glides through. You try to hug your dad's leg. You can't. Your arms slip past his shin and collide. You try to tug on your mom's skirt to get her attention. You're begging now, pleading for them to look down at you. They're crying over a picture of you on your first day of preschool. You try to tell them that you're right here. You try to ask them what's going on, why you hurt, why you can't hold them, why your best friend in the world, your puppy, seems so scared of you. They don't answer.

It's been years. It's been years. It's been years since they lost you. You've been checking on them every once in a while. They're arguing all of the time. It makes your head hurt, but you know you can't make them stop the screaming. They say something about "divorce". You don't know what that means, but pretty soon, your father is packing his things and leaving.

Your mother moves on. She finds another person to love. You don't like this. This strange man came into your house and is holding your mommy's hand and sleeping where your daddy should. It makes you feel sick in your belly. Pretty soon, your room is taken apart. All of your toys, your drawings, your furniture--they're gone. It's like you were never even there.

And then, they replace you. There's a crib where your bed used to be.

You hate your sibling. You hate them. But you watch them grow. You watch them experience all of the things you never got to do. Their first job, first day of high school, first car....

It's like you were never even there.

#oc ramblings #ask to tag #child death cw #in the 80s

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dear--charlie · 3 months

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Dear Charlie,

Hi friend, Its been a while.

I hope you're doing well, its been a while since i wrote to you. Whatcha say? Its been since 2014? Damn it really has been a while. i guess if im being completely honest....its because i got off of tumblr and forgot about this page until i logged back into it to get my writing from highschool. Wow its been since highschool hasnt it? Well for a while there i did get alot better. i found a groupf of friends i absolutely loved and some of them have even lasted to my mid 20s. But right now i feel like im losing myslef again. and i hate to be the person to only send in a letter to you when i am not feeling myself and when i am getting bad agian. But i am actually reading the perks of being a wallflower which reminded me about tumblr and then when i saw this page i couldnt help myself but to send in a letter. Being an adult is hard friend. harder then i thought at 16-19 when i thought i was becoming an adult by the age of 20 bc it didnt have the teen in it. truthfully i dont know what im doing in life as an adult. I am a kindergarten special ed teacher aid and its been fantastic learning how the other side of it works...But it also been HARD. Its such a hard career and i never picture myself as a specail ed teacher rather then a gen ed teacher but here i am.I been winging it daily because even when i ask for training no one helps.im stress as all fucks becasue i knew teachers didnt make alot BUT I AM MAKING SO LITTLE AT THIS JOB, i was part time at my preschool i was working at before this and was making more each check, my therapist asked me if i regretted leaving and honestly i dont know.but its been stuck in my head since. I do have this amazing boyfriend who supports me in every decsion and loves me to death and i love him we known each other for 10 years just about and we started dating 5 months ago. but sometimes i think my ex bf before this relationship really fucked me up with relationships. I love him and i know he loves me but i question alot like if he actually does love me. which sucks because i wish my brain could realize he does. im exhausted physically and mentally I have a support system and theyve been helping me...but its not enough to feel like i was before i dated him. my ex. and its not enough to help with the constant panic attacks i have again..I been doing so well too.....I got a psych doctor so i can possibly get on medication something i thought i never needed. im just lost at this point and dont know what to do but this is long enough so friend thank you for listening to my rant. i think i might start writing to you again, youve helped me at the worst of times in highschool and i thank you for that and thank you for being there for ppl so they can get things off there chest. btw im going to my dads 3rd wedding next month and thats wild.

Love your friend,

erindinosaur16

#dear charlie #erindinosaur16

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sunsents · 3 years

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Empty - F.W (1/2)

Gah daym this was a JOURNEY to write. I swore to myself to never write angst because, well I suck at it. But here we are, I swear this has a good ending because my heart can't bear that. I could've written this much better, so I promise to bring my A GAME for chapter 2. Enjoy, also Lee in this is a hate crime. This is very story telling-esk so I hope it flows well.

I wouldn't have written this chapter without the help of my good friend @mochiixjimin she helped me edit and spice up this whole thing so thank you so much to her! She's an amazing writer, go check out her work and show her some big love right now or else!! her wattpad

Chapter 1 out of 2 (Backstory)

Summary —> Life has always been a cruel joke to you, yet you simply play along. Overshadowed by Eva Burke your whole life, watching from the sidelines while everyone flooded each other with love, it would always feel like a joke.

Pairing: fredweasley x fem!reader

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST (with a fluffy ending in the second part) / One mature scene (18+) and then it's angst again <3 / Some slander / Offensive language

Rating: 18+

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

You were a bright child.

Beaming bright enough to keep a tight lipped smile during flu-shots, and enough to put on a happy façade when your dad threw away the drawing you had done of your family dog, rather than hang it up on the fridge.

Children have foolish dreams, and that was yours. Your friends in preschool boasted about their pictures being hung like trophies on fridges, with decorative magnets and even bigger pink bow ties.

The fridge in the Y/L/N manor was empty. Always empty, just how Ms. Y/L/N liked it. Empty marble floors with empty rug designs, and empty rooms with even emptier people living in it. They were both empty people. Hollow and void of any emotion, at least towards you.

You were different though. You were filled to the brim with ambition and hope and so many positive emotions that your parents never seemed to reflect on you. You were like those Disney princesses. The princesses always had hope, and when you have hope good things happen.

Right?

Your dad never meant to give you false hope. He just wished you’d keep your mouth shut as he worked until late hours. Using big words and having big aspirations, you shouldn’t have.

Mr and Mrs Y/L/N weren't bad people per say, just busy. They didn't know how to raise a child, this was obvious, because the purpose of even having a child was to fix their marriage. But a temporary fix wouldn't do it, it never did. There was always that hole on the roof, leaking rain of despair into their falsely built home that no bucket big enough could hold back. Because it always found a way to overflow.

They didn't know how to show their love, so they did it with money, clothes, toys and crayons that you would later use to draw pictures of your family, only to have them end up in the dumpster once again.

They spoiled you rotten, bought you gifts you never even dreamed of asking. You just shut up and enjoyed it, what else could you do? Whine and demand attention? Risk losing their favor? There was no favor to lose.

You got yourself a fat A plus on your third grade math test. Star stickers on your chest, you entered through the glass double doors of your house with a crooked smile - two front teeth missing of course - making your joy all the more endearing. Your backpack strapped tightly over your narrow shoulders, hanging low with all the crammed books you pushed before leaving school because you were just so excited to show your parents.

You received a big sloppy kiss from your Nanny, who practically was like a second mom to you, and dashed right into your fathers office to show him your new accomplishment.

"Good job, I'm proud of you."

You froze. You found a way to actually get their attention. The attention you so craved, the recognition you would die for. This was revolutionary. Basically a new era for you.

Nanny made you a star shaped cake that night, and sat with you while gently stroking your hair and listening to you blabber about how easy the math questions were. It felt warm, motherly love. Even if it was false, it would never compare to the love of your own mother, a love you would never get.

You spent all your night studying, your eyes burning under the harsh light of your lamp in the early mornings and your pencil, ebbing away over sheets and sheets of blank paper. Writing away your little hands off until they ached, just to snatch another A and get a good job.

This was good, it worked out very well. You became that student who looked forward to class, just to get a good grade and have the validation of your parents. The sight of your father’s lips quirk up even in the slightest, and how your mother’s eyes shone briefly in appreciation of your hard work, even if it was for a quick second, it was worth it.

Until the new neighbors moved in.

Mr. Burke was a round, cheerful man with an even rounder belly, and a big fat pipe that always hung on his lips. Mrs Burke looked and acted like those fairy godmothers you adored. You couldn’t believe such people existed. Mr Y/L/N invited them over for dinner, for courtesy. He was not happy about said courtesy.

He ended up liking the couple, they had a little daughter called Eva, who was small and adorable with round red cheeks and big doe eyes. Not only Mr and Mrs Burke, but the Y/L/N’s adored Eva as well. She was happy, always smiling, and her teeth weren't nearly as crooked as yours, not to mention she had pretty long hair like a princess.

You liked her a lot, took her to pick flowers, showed her the drawings you had prepared for the empty fridge; in case Mr Y/L/N ever had a change of heart and hung them up, you had been trying for three years and weren't giving up any sooner.

Eva was nice, kind enough to share her M&M's and very used to compliments unlike you. She seemed to get a lot from her parents and yours. The adults were so kind to her, always smothering her with love and kisses. You were happy for Eva, happy that Eva somehow managed to gain the favor of your parents before you did.

Little girls tended to be jealous, you weren’t. You were just glad to have a friend so cool, she didn't blush and stutter under praise and apparently her drawings were pretty enough to go on a fridge.

It was a Thursday afternoon when your mom smiled at you for the first time since your last exam grade. "Look, Eva drew us a picture, isn't it pretty?"

The crayola stash under your bed was no longer needed, they appeared clumsily dumped in the neighborhood trash the next day, most of them stomped under the pressure of your little sneakers. And the bundle of drawings you hid under your pillow, wishing on fairy godmother that one day they would be hung up too, were ripped; clearly a struggle given. You had paper cuts on your hands, and your Nanny thankfully applied ointment before Ms and Mr Y/L/N noticed, or rather, stopped to care.

Though you knew that even if you paraded herself with bloody fingers dripping to your elbows, they wouldn't care.

Nanny did, she was there. There when you were haunted with nightmares when the moon was particularly dark, cooing at you and letting you sleep next to her in that small bed of hers. There when you tripped and fell, small scratch resulting in a screaming tantrum. She was gentle, sweet, paid well.

You decided to go and pick flowers with Eva, and make a pretty flower crown for yourself, months after your drawing incident. Of course, you didn't have such silly dreams anymore. You didn’t wish to have your pictures hung, to have your mother wear the flower crowns you made and frankly you didn’t care for the sight of the sparkle in your parents eyes. Nanny’s was enough.

Eva agreed, dressed in a pink tutu Mrs Y/L/N gifted. You didn't comment, though deep down you gazed at the skirt in sparkling envy. Your mother never bothered to get you such pretty things. The two of you gathered saturated petals and nice ribbons while giggling amongst yourselves. Until, you accidentally caused Eva’s flowers to levitate.

Eva ran home, crying and calling you a witch. Mr and Mrs Y/L/N’s dirty looks made her feel shameful, and even dirtier when a letter addressed to her was dropped by a pretty owl you insisted on petting. It was from a school called Hogwarts, in the faraway land of London, and it seemed, not only you but Eva got the same letter the next day.

Though the Y/L/N’s and Burke’s were proud of Eva’s letter. They weren’t with yours.

— — — —

The ride to Hogwarts was interesting to say the least. You had so many questions unanswered, were you a fairy godmother too? Was that your destiny? Was that the reason you never got any attention, because you were destined to give instead of receive?

Eva was cheerful as always, making fast friends in newly bought uniforms and holding a pretty, long and thin wand, with designs flowing across the premise. Your wand was...functional. You were sad you couldn't choose, and that the wand chose the owner. It didn't make sense, what if you didn't want this wand? What if you wanted something charming like Eva’s? It should have been mutual.

It was while trying to find your way to the bathroom that you met the Weasley twins. Quite handsome, a year older and absolute fucktards. A word you learned from the two. Though you always found yourself laughing more at Fred’s jokes, you liked them both equally.

“Hey George! Look.” Fred had exclaimed, clinging onto his brothers shoulder and dragging him across. “Who's that girl?”

You introduced yourself, happy façade on, gentle words slipping out of your mouth like nectar. They had to like you, you told yourself. Just this once, more than Eva.

When sorted into Gryffindor, Eva, you and the twins became inseparable. Your group grew in second year, when Katie, Lee and Alicia Spinnet joined the bunch. You would make fun of the ghastly Potions Professor Snape, and imitate Dumbledore in the hallways to mess with the older students.

You loved your time at Hogwarts, and the adventures that came every year. Especially when Harry Potter joined.

“Hey Fred.”

Fred, who was fiddling with his bracelet you had bought him hummed in response, not bothering to look up.

You sighed, “Do you think the flowers can feel it when we pluck them?”

Fred turned at that, his bracelet was now tightly secure after his struggles. “I hope not.” he smiled, a faraway look on his face whenever he gazed at you. “You know, some people like pain.” he winked.

You merely looked at him confused, clearly way too young for...whatever that is.

He started laughing loudly, slapping his knee and causing you to scoff and slap him on the shoulder.

Third year was when it bloomed. The slight girly attention you gave Fred grew. Fred was...Fred. A handsome ginger, beater for their house's Quidditch team, always charming and charismatic that somehow oozed out of him whenever he did anything really. It was not unusual, every girl in school had a crush on him. That wasn't the case, Fred was one of your best friends, and you refused to entertain the idea of a possible...relationship.

Yet sometimes, you'd find yourself thinking about hugging and kissing Fred like you’d seen couples in your favorite movies did and you’d fall asleep with reddened cheeks and a boy with even redder hair in your mind.

But feelings couldn’t be controlled, nor easily hidden. Eva found out in your fourth year after hearing you mumble his name in your dreams. Fred Weasley was getting more handsome as years passed, and you found it hard to contain your feelings. You were crushing, hard.

Eva was...Eva about it. Happy, but nothing changed. She didn't tease like George did when he found out, nor did she act any differently towards Fred.

“Hey ____!” Fred had sat next to you, shaking the entire couch because he grew that tall during summer. “Got a new girl after me.” he looked at you, almost expectantly, as if you wouldn’t react the way you always reacted.

“That’s great Fred.” you smiled, gulping whatever lump that was forming in your throat and struggling to come out as vulgar words you wished to yell.

“Yeah,” Fred sighed, “It’s...great.”

Fred Weasley was a ladies man, and he wasn't afraid to show it. It was okay, because you were happy enough to be one of his closest, and that was enough. He often boasted about getting girls, and how successful his jokes were, and you always loved snapping back to him cockily, even more cockily than him. Playful banter was easy, comforting between them and when he turned away you would love to shyly entertain the idea of being one of those girl’s Fred talked about.

Fifth year, you had a sudden growth spurt. That was also the year where you discovered Cosmopolitan, Vogue and of course Witch Weekly. Hair no longer in a ponytail, legs shaved and smooth, short skirts with no nylons, you were a new person. After getting your period in third year, your spurt came late, but sudden. Way too sudden in the time of three months. It was hard to handle the changes occurring to your body. It was all too much that you had to become a lady and the fact that you didn’t have your mother to help was a pain you hid deep within.

It was as if whichever god above decided to squeeze your entire life into a summer and call it a day, because it was simply too busy. How ironic. No one saw your growth except old Nanny Gladys. Not Eva, nor her parents considering they went on a getaway and the Burke's, who had gone to Brazil.

But you were over that, you discovered the great telephone, and the great Hermione Granger, package deal with Ginny Weasley. You guys would talk on the phone for hours upon hours, Ginny obscuring your personality and Hermione altering your view on your parents. And Hermione was right, they were assholes. You didn't give a flying fuck about empty praises anymore.

You had become almost too tall for your older clothes, and your breasts were way too big to fit in the training bra you bought not even a month ago. Your hips, now wide and swaying as you walk became graceful, were decorated with long gem bracelets.

You cursed like a sailor that summer, ran around fields with family - your family being your dog, Jambo - bare feet. You stomped on flowers you used to pick as a little girl, stomping on those silly fairytale dreams you used to nurse, and never felt freer. For the first time ever you felt that maybe being empty could be more freeing than having false hope weighing you down.

Returning to Hogwarts was a big deal to students. Who changed, who glowed up after what happened last year - nothing, it was all childish drama.

Before your parents could even see your new self, your escapade to the Granger household was successful. The Y/L/N's didn't care, nor did they write. You knew it should’ve hurt, but frankly, you didn’t think having the pain in your chest was worth it. Hermione was awestruck, of course, after laying her sights on you for the first time since May and insisted on walking into the Entrance Hall, arm in arm with her and Ginny to show you off like some sort of revelation.

It was a revelation all right, at least to the boys, and some girls. It seemed no one saw you as a girl before. George oogled, and Lee was so shocked to find out that you were actually a girl with a pretty figure and an even prettier smile that he stopped clapping you on the back like he always did. Not a girl, you have become a woman. It was far too sudden, new uniforms and a whole new wardrobe had to be bought.

"____? You were a girl?" Fred joked, ruffling your hair like nothing changed between you. And that's when you realized, no slutty skirt, how much pushup your bra, or no matter how pretty your hair looked, Fred would always see you as ____, the girl with crooked front teeth and who once ate a worm in second year. Your teeth weren't crooked at all anymore - thanks to a few years of braces - and finally clear of uncomfortable metals but you felt as if Fred would always see the ghost of them on your pearly whites when you smiled.

He had this view of you that blinded him, caused him to treat you as he treated Ginny while he flirted and played footsie with other girls, including Eva.

That did not stop Eva from giving you false hope, and you took the bait, naive like always. Hope, that's what ruined it all. "You're beautiful now, of course you have a chance!" she said, rubbing your shoulder reassuringly, as if she had warmth to begin with.

It was all false, yet you still believed. You always had. Like a fool.

Ginny didn't like Eva, and maybe that's why you gravitated towards her. She was the first person who had ever met Eva that wasn't charmed by her kind smile and attractive words. Eva was...displeased. She grew up having the attention of everyone around, so when Ginny Weasley told her straight to her face that she wasn't shit, Eva seethed. The attention of Ginny changed nothing though, because Eva was the main character. Everyone - except Ginny, and secretly Hermione (though she would never say it) - loved her, they followed her around like puppies and praised her on her wonky wand work.

The upcoming Yule Ball brought great upswing to Hogwarts.

You were far too busy with her classes to take interest in the tournament - even though the dragon race was the gnarliest sight you had ever seen. Your goal was set, become a badass Auror and move out as soon as possible, so you didn't have to face your parents (except Holidays, yuck.)

But the Yule Ball was your chance. A chance with Fred Weasley.

You could ask to go as friends and maybe, just maybe a little hope and the night would end much more romantic than you had anticipated.

Plucking up courage was the hardest part, you practiced with your bathroom mirror so long that Ginny had to blast through the door and drag you out of her dormitory.

Fred Weasley agreed, why wouldn't he? You, his closest friend, asking to go as a group and drink all night while gossiping? It was a win win. At least that's what you told herself.

That was a lie, it wasn't a win win.

You gave it your all getting ready, dress silk, makeup and expensive shoes. You took a long shower, scrubbing and shaving yourself to a smooth gliding porcelain, only for it all to be washed down with reddened eyes and a boy with even redder hair.

Fred greeted you the same, danced the same, and you chatted the same; you were reminded again, for the second time, that you stood no chance.

Fred told you that he was going to get drinks, a quick trip to the booth and mumbled I'll be back in a second. He was not back in a second. Several minutes passed, and your worries caused your feet to follow after Fred's footsteps.

You ran, trying to find him in the empty corridors of Hogwarts, tears welling in your eyes because he wouldn't. He wasn't that cruel, life wasn't that cruel.

But it was, and in a distant empty classroom you saw Fred Weasley, on his knees and between Eva's legs, groaning and praising her like a starved man. Worshipping her like everyone else had, burying himself in her and completely forgetting the drink he’d bring back in just a second. He’d left you thirsty and alone in the Great Hall and left you to drink from a cup he hadn’t known to be forbidden. Yet Eva did.

Eva's perfect dainty hands tangled in his ginger hair, thighs clamping shut while her high pitched moans flooded your mind and echoed around your head. They were so loud that she couldn’t even hear the loud echoes of your footsteps and the woeful cries that left your lips as you ran. It wouldn’t be the first time she had ignored your pain for her own selfish reasons.

Your heart shattered, and suddenly you were six again, watching your parents praise Eva, hang her drawing on the fridge. A soft breeze tickling your bare toes, dangling from the small cushioned seat you sat on while you watched Eva braid Mrs Y/L/N’s hair. Emotionless, silent, not asking for anything, knowing that you won't receive in return. Eva's small hands carefully placed the flower crown on Mrs Y/L/N’s pool of hair, and she smiled, heart warming and hopeful. Suddenly you remembered the feel of your own hands tangling in between your locks as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to imitate your mothers braid on yourself in the mirror you couldn't reach. You pretended, only for a moment before it twisted into knots.

What a cruel joke, you thought as you watched Eva receive the world from Fred, from your parents, from your friends and from every damn person you had met.

You cried on a big set of stairs that night, your wails echoing as you asked whoever, whatever what you had done. What you had done to deserve such treatment from the people around you. It was rather cliche - and maybe a bit too dramatic. It was an uncomfortable seat of course, and your body, as well as your heart, ached. Pain, misery, false hope and enough hair spray to melt the ozone.

The princesses always cried on big sets of stairs, uncomfortable stone floors causing them to shiver while they hid away their beautifully animated faces in their perfect hands. This was different, there was no fairy godmother to fix your makeup and clone a gentlemanly Fred Weasley, a perfect prince. You knew, because you cried, and prayed and cried and prayed until your throat was sore. There was no fairy godmother, it was all a lie. There was no happy ending. There would be none.

No one came to find you that night either, and you had to drag yourself back to the Gryffindor common room, feet bare, mascara, blush - anything else you put on in hopes of being able to become like Eva even only for one night - practically nonexistent from the way your tears washed them away.

You didn't sleep that night, and your head was unusually clear, pounding, but clear. You laid awake, eyes blood-shot and stinging while your dress shuffled uncomfortably between your sheets. You were too tired to change, and your dress was far too pretty to be worn so short.

Ginny's words replayed over and over again. "They're not worth it." her voice was so clear, and true. Mr and Mrs Burke weren't worth it. Your parents weren't worth it. Fred Weasley wasn't worth it. Eva wasn't worth it. The midnight chirping of bugs invited themselves in from your open window, and blue moonlight streaks beaming down in lines from the tulle curtain flowed with breeze, it was calming.

You felt calm, for the first time in sixteen years. You felt calm.

Fred and Eva started dating that week. Everyone acted like they expected it, and you realized just how blind you had been. Eva Burke and Fred Weasley, golden couple of Hogwarts.

You watched them, emotionless, as they embraced with love and so much passion that you felt embarrassed. Embarrassed at how you’d blushed and squeal over Fred in front of Eva and George and anyone who had found out because now you knew. Now you knew that their amused smiles were probably pitying grimaces because they knew that you two were never meant to be. It was always Fred and Eva.

Fred was an amazing boyfriend, making sure Eva was taken care of, lovingly staring at her whenever and wherever, arm looped around her waist at all times; you realized they were truly not worth it.

"You disgust me."

You didn't mean the words to escape so carelessly, but when you said them, you realized you didn't want to take them back. The growing pit in your stomach felt weightless. "Excuse me?" said Fred, stopping his nibbling on Eva's neck, who was just as shocked. You scoffed, Eva already had enough purple bruises to parade around so why did Fred have the need to add more?

"You heard me right," George, Lee, Ron, Harry, Katie and whoever sitting in their circle stared at you, wide-eyed, Ginny and Hermione, however, were grinning devilishly. Kind ____, wouldn't hurt a fly, quiet at times and didn't know how to stand up for herself. It was shocking, but you were done pretending. You didn't want to be like that anymore, you wanted to say whatever came to mind and not worry about the consequences. "You guys disgust me, I know I should be supportive but you don't match, at all."

You turned to George. "And you, no you can't talk about Katie like that." George went pink. "You're disgusting for sleeping around carelessly and telling girls you'd write, stop giving people false hope. Grow up. You’re nearly an adult and you can’t even treat a girl right."

"And you Lee," Lee went quiet. "What gives you the right to make fun of me like that. I'll wear whatever the fuck I want, just because you don't have the courage to wear a headband. If you can talk about my breasts, I'll talk about your shrimp."

"Ron, you take advantage of Hermione then lead her on. Open your eyes, asshole."

"Harry, you're not the main character. You're not always going to be the center of attention, nor do you have the right to yell at your friends."

"Alicia, god you're so stupid. I'm sorry, you're great but such an airhead. No, you can't ride a Thestral if you can't see them, and stop eating quill ink they're bad for you."

You stood up, grinning proudly, heart loud in your chest you feared someone might hear. "Frankly, I don't wanna be friends anymore. I'm done with this façade, except you two, 'Gin, Hermione. The rest of you are just so fake." she gestured to them. "Boys," she nodded again. "Don't talk to me anymore, and Lee, give me back the money, think it's about time don't you think? I've been paying for you since third year."

And with that, you left. You left Three Broomsticks, grin wide and chest heaving. Hermione and Ginny ran behind, whooping and cheering you on as they laughed.

The news of your outburst spread fast like wildfire caught in wind. That week was bliss, you no longer had to watch Fred and Eva, nor did you have to act sweet to anyone. You didn't have to laugh along Lee's sexist jokes and look away to wince, it was pure bliss. You realized that the feeling of being free didn’t have to be momentary.

Pansy Parkinson was surprisingly a good friend, she didn't have the same fakeness to her, the one Eva had where her smile was too kind. She spoke her mind, though every Slytherin did, and you liked that. Ginny wasn't happy with your new found friends, but she couldn't separate you. You made your own decisions from now on. It was refreshing.

You told your new friends everything, eager to get it off your chest and breathe, and they listened. For the first time, someone listened. You didn't have to get good grades, nor did you have to act like a sweet angel.

You teared up the first time Pansy said; "It's not your fault,". You knew it wasn't your fault, but hearing someone else say it with such genuine eyes made you believe. Actually believe.

It started off with you watching from the sidelines as Draco and Blaise pranked, insulted and shamed whatever your old friend group did. It wasn't unusual for Draco to act this way, but he got especially irritated after hearing what you told them. Blaise, someone usually quiet, had stepped up and decided to somehow release the pent up anger he had for the Gryffindor students.

The year ended, and you had started to sneak in an insult or two towards Fred and Eva. It felt nice, like finally, step by step you were clearing your years of hidden jealousy. But, there was no one to tell you that this simply wasn't the right way.

That summer, you stayed at the Burrow. Ginny had invited you and you were quick to say yes; obviously a fact forgotten. Fred, George and whoever you had insulted last year stayed in the same house. You simply didn't want to go home, and if this meant seeing Fred Weasley then you had to endure it.

Molly Weasley was the sweetest person you could ever meet, and it was genuine. It felt genuine, you feared your teeth might rot if the woman got another word in. Molly greeted you as if you were her own daughter she hadn't seen in years. You felt valued, seen.

Until Eva was there, Fred invited her. You had to watch the only person you were able to love, introduce the only person he was able to love to his mother. It wasn't you. It would never be you.

And you realized, even after everything, Eva had once again found a way to be more loved than you.

The grin Molly broke out was nothing short of beautiful, and you couldn't help but smile as well. The smile wasn't directed towards you of course, and you sat on that small kitchen chair, celebrating a relationship that caused your ruin.

Eva didn't care that your friendship was over, nothing budged in her life. She still got the same attention, still received the same love from Fred. The same affection, the same attention and the same everything. Or so it seemed.

Though unlike Eva, Fred merely watched you with sad eyes.

You stayed clear of the couple and the rest. You hung out with Ginny and Hermione only, ignoring the dirty looks Ron and Harry gave you. The secret, whispered insults Eva threw your way. George didn't say anything, but he didn't object either. This was enough to show how he felt. At this point you really didn't care. Why would you, when they didn’t either?

You held your head high just like Ginny and Hermione told you to, and you spoke in a loud and clear tone whenever asked something. Eva didn't, she stuttered when you spoke to her directly. Her words scrambled against each other when she tried to voice her insults in louder statements than a whisper. For the first time, you felt relief. You felt intimidating, protected by the barriers you had built around yourself.

Longest day of summer hit, and it boiled. Tanning became a distant dream, you would bake in this weather, and you were thankful to the big AC box you had brought from home. You couldn't sleep that night, sweat beads falling down your forehead that was already covered in a thin sheen. You had decided to get a cold glass of water, not sure how you ended up face to face with Fred Weasley. His wand tip shone with blue light, and his freckles were much darker because of the sun. It seemed the sun decided to be cruel to Fred Weasley back and wash Fred over with it's deathly heat. He was sunburnt, this was an understatement. He was burnt.

You couldn't help but start laughing when you met, ignoring the proximity, ignoring the sleeping house, dead silent and a big leap from the lively Burrow, ignoring Fred's soft breaths he let out every other second. You couldn't live off on false hope anymore.

Suddenly it wasn't so funny anymore, and your face quickly fell. You took a big step back and inhaled, ready to ignore him like you had been doing for the past year. But Fred Weasley was a persistent man, and he gripped your arm and looked at you with determined, doe-like eyes. "Tell me what I did wrong." he said, adamant on fixing this, whatever this was. You both didn't know.

You stood silent.

"Please flower,"

"Don't call me that." you said, stern and gaze sharp. Fred didn't react, he kept on insisting.

"Please, tell me how to fix this. I can fix it," he pleaded, a plethora of empty promises fell out of his lips like nothing. He lied like it was nothing, he was oblivious to everything he and everyone around them had put you through. It was infuriating.

You didn't say anything. You knew he would not fix anything but maybe staying silent would give him the false hope that spinned mockingly in your head for the past eighteen years.

"I'm sorry, just please. I can fix this, I promise, don't be like that." empty tears fell down from his eyes. He looked empty, tired. They lacked the charm they usually shined with and you wondered if it was only you that caused such dullness. Eye bags prominent that you never noticed before. It all felt like a lie, a cruel joke.

Fred Weasley was simply a cruel joke. His presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, especially when you down it like how Hagrid nurses a Firewhiskey filled pint glass. You never know how it will hit you. But in the end, you'd always find yourself curled next to the toilet, crying your eyes out because your headache was simply too much.

He was sobbing now, hanging onto your waist like you would simply vanish and you let him. The grip he had on was like steel vice - almost concerning - but you didn't touch him, didn't say anything. You just let him be, like he did to you. Allowed him to hopelessly hang off you before you would eventually leave him alone, like he did to you. "Where did I go wrong? How could we end up like this? What went wrong?"

‘You’, but your voice couldn’t be found.

Questions were useless when the answer was already right in front of his eyes. You didn’t let a single tear fall, you wouldn't forgive yourself if you cried in front of him.

You blinked, and that night was over. Summer continued on like nothing happened, like it didn't leave you heart broken and in such shame yet again. You continued on ignoring Fred as he looked at you with sorrowful eyes. Looked at you more, with more than he did his own girlfriend.

You blinked and the school year started again with another terror looming around the corner. There was simply no need to keep up anymore, because school was easy. You attended classes, got good grades, a few scar here and there from Umbridge's torture chamber, a woman who stood at a whopping five foot three yet still teriffied an entire school.

You blinked and you had already become a proud member of Draco's insult the Gryffindor's club. You didn't even feel bad, being horrible to the people you hated for years felt like a breath of fresh air. You didn't go as far as physically hurting any of your old friends, but coming up with damaging insults was such fun. A lot more fun than sitting around with a fake smile.

You blinked, and you were already moving out from your childhood house. Mr and Mrs Y/L/N were unusually happy, this was a given. They would have a new empty room and make another office, like they didn't have enough already. You feared they would start getting rid of bathrooms once too into their work, and they would have to do their business in bushes or buckets. Scratch that, you didn't fear that, it would be fucking hilarious.

You blinked, and when had time passed too quickly? Where did all those empty childhood years had gone? You were already graduating, on your way to become an Auror. You had lost contact with all your old friends now, regretfully Ginny and Hermione too.

The war had hit too quickly, luckily you survived, so did your friends. Unluckily, it left you with a nasty scar right across your left brow. It looked sick, but the hit wasn't worth it. It hurt like a bitch. You could see, it was a close call but vision wasn't an issue. The trauma though, god did Bellatrix's breath smell bad.

When it was all over, you had seen Fred hugging his family tightly. It seemed the Weasley's all survived, and you gave them each tight lipped smiles while holding a bunched up rag to your head to stop the blood gushing out. This wasn't the reunion you wanted to have with Ginny, but hey, you take what you can get after a revolutionary Wizarding war you barely made out alive.

Before a franticly running Fred could reach you though, you apparated to your flat in Diagon Alley, ignoring the thrumming of your heart, and how you practiced in front of a mirror to congratulate their successful joke shop that morning.

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So Far Away [1]

single father yoongi x preschool teacher YN

Living as a single father, Yoongi had to make many adjustments to his lifestyle, specifically in two aspects: his sleep schedule and dating. Both of which, he doesn't get to pay enough attention to.

Things all change when he meets YN - a warm-hearted girl who gives him butterflies and makes him feel as if he's floating on cloud nine.

Now, all that he has to do is get her to actually notice him.

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(Author’s note: Yoongi is so precious in this. This is entirely for me and my head-canon. Also, YN is a plus-sized, confident black girl who has lived in Korea since high school, for context. You can apply your own aesthetics to YN, but that’s how I picture her.)

(angst / fluff / gore / yandere / smut)

Chapter 1 - Sweetness

“I’ve asked you nicely,” Yoongi bargains, holding up the half-empty cup of apple juice. “Now, it’s a ransom. Let me finish your braid and then you can have your sippy-cup.”

His four-year-old daughter simply stares at him, her lip curling up in his signature scowl and she slams a hand down on the yellow plastic miniature table. “That’s not how this works, boss.”

He huffs at the terrible nickname, knowing that he was going to kick Jungkook’s bunny-ass the next time he sees him for letting his child watch a movie about loansharks, knowing how fixated she gets on the most asinine of things. Her ADHD makes it hard for her to let things go once she likes them, like this fucking apple juice cup or the stupid movie with the cliche ending that left her calling him things like ‘big boss’ and ‘head of the clan’.

He rubs his thumb and index finger into his eyes and wishes, he wishes, he could brain himself, but he can’t because has to finish this fucking braid and get his child to pre-school before nine because he can’t be late again without having to pay a stupid fine.

He bites his lip to stop himself from swearing - another one of her fixations a couple months back - and lets out another huff of air.

“Sit in my lap, drink your apple juice,” he tells her handing the pink cup over and watches as she happily climbs into his lap and turns around, letting him play in her head. He doesn’t often do styles in her hair, they always turn out weirdly uneven or messy, but he tries, damn it.

“Under, then over, then under,” he mutters to himself, tongue half out of his mouth as he tries to latch the hair in a proper way to create a three-strand braid like he saw on the YouTube video last night.

“Boss, we’re late,” she sing-songs, sometime later after she changed into her clothes (a teal tutu, some converse and a pink t-shirt with a sequin star in the middle of her chest that changes color if you rub it in opposing directions - his child is such a fucking badass) and brushed her teeth. “Gonna get into trouble again.”

“Trouble, my ass,” he growls, slamming the door to the driver’s side a little harder than necessary. He turns to his daughter in her car seat and grumbles, “Don’t repeat that.”

She salutes him and goes back to playing with her dolls and teddy bears that litter the back of his 2010 Volvo, the only car he could afford after everything that happened. He glances down at the tattoo on his forearm, brow puckering as unwanted memories flood the forefront of his brain.

“Today really sucks,” he grumbles, turning the wheel to round the corner. His stomach grumbles and he takes another sip of black coffee, and he feels the caffeine pumping through his system, waking him up a little. He rolls his neck, glancing at his daughter in the rear-view mirror, and he feels a genuine smile tug at his lips.

She’s the only reason why he hasn’t disappeared off somewhere by himself. He doesn’t want to be like his own dad, emotionally absent and physically abusive. The day he found out he was going to be a father, he swears he hasn’t felt a stronger burst of pure euphoria hit his system.

Of course, he was terrified - he was shitting himself at every appointment, at every breathing class, at each mommy-and-me meeting. He thought he would be the worst dad, that he somehow would screw up worse than his own loser father and diabolical mother did with him.

But he didn’t.

He did a great fucking job with her.

“Hey, Sena,” he calls back to his pretty daughter. She looks up, her face a perfect composition of her mother’s but her expressions, they were all him, and he takes a minute to just look at her. “I love you, stinky.”

She curls up her face and sniffs herself. “Not stinky, daddy.”

“You’re right,” he agrees. “You’re very stinky.”

She rolls her eyes and kicks the back of his seat, pouting.

“Stop saying that, meanie,” she complains. “I’m not stinky!”

He laughs, eyes crinkling in the corners and he nods. “Sorry, pretty girl. You’re right. Daddy was being annoying.”

She purses her lips and asks, “What’s ‘annoying’?”

“It means when someone says or does something that you don’t like,” he explains.

She asks, “A bad word?”

“Something like that,” he agrees.

“Annoying,” she repeats, slowly, and he feels his heart sink at the intrigued expression of her face: the birth of a new habit. “Annoying!”

He groans but says nothing. He has done enough at this point. He turns up the stereo and taps his finger along to the song playing over the radio, his daughter kicking out her legs and pumping her arms excitedly along to the music.

If she got nothing from him, she got his love of music and sound.

They get to her pre-school on time, and he waves her into her room - the sign above the door reads Honolulu.

He asks aloud, curiously, “Why Honolulu of all cities?”

“Waikiki Beach is one of the prettiest places on Earth,” a tender voice tells him from the door. He jerks and looks back down to see one of the prettiest faces he’s ever seen in his life. She smiles that warm smile that makes him feel like he is walking on static. “Hi, Mr. Min.”

“Hi, YN,” he stammers, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Had a good morning?”

She nods, holding a cup of what he already knows is hot chocolate with cinnamon syrup and honey (way too sweet, but it fits her, so fucking well).

She explains, excitedly, “Yes, I got here early because today is painting day and I wanted to try this new technique that- Oh, I don’t want to bore you with the details, but you’ll see later when Sena comes home. She’s always so excited to show you her work.”

“Miss YN!”

Yoongi watches as his daughter latches onto her teacher’s legs (shapely, thick, curvaceous - god his knees are getting weak) and she chastises, “You’re not supposed to tell him!”

YN puts a hand to her mouth and gives Sena an exaggeratedly apologetic look. “I’m sorry, Sena. I didn’t mean to.”

“That’s annoying!”

YN’s eyes widen at his daughter’s choice of words, and Yoongi feels himself shrivel up inside.

He says, reaching into the class to pull his daughter out and he crouches down so they are eye-level, “Sena! I told you - it’s a bad word.”

She blinks up at him, sniffing a bit, before glancing back towards YN, who is simply watching their exchange with curious eyes. Sena’s eyes get watery instantly and her bottom lip trembles. “I-… Sorry, daddy.”

“Not to me,” he says, softly. He turns his daughter by her shoulders and directs her to her teacher. “Tell Miss YN.”

YN ducks down so she is at the same level and gives Sena an inviting smile.

Sena sniffles a bit, scrubbing a hand across her face, wiping away her tears and she says, voice trembling, “I’m sorry, Miss YN. I said a bad word.”

“Thank you for saying sorry, Sena,” YN says, softly. “What’s rule number 3 for class?”

“No bad words, no mean things,” she recites by heart. “I’m sorry.”

YN puts a hand on Sera’s shoulder and gives her a comforting smile. “It’s okay, but I’m putting one point in the basket. You have until the end of class to earn it back, okay?”

Sena’s heart seems to break at the mere idea of losing one of her precious ‘good noodle points’ (she has the most in the class and losing even one was unacceptable to her) but she nods, despondently.

“Go play,” YN tells Sena, directing her to the upended toy box in the middle of the room. YN has three other students quietly playing together and they are waiting for the other three parents to drop off their kids (two twins and a little boy, if Yoongi remembers correctly). YN returns to Yoongi and gives him an appreciative smile. “Thank you for that.”

He shakes his head. “It was my fault. One slip of the tongue earlier means that for the next month I’m going to have to hear her say ‘annoying’ half a billion times. She never gets attached to things that I need her to, like brushing her hair or making her bed.”

YN lets out a little giggle and Yoongi swears, he swears, he has never heard anything as sweet in his life.

“She’s precious,” YN tells him, and her eyes are shining, they are honest, and he feels choked up all of a sudden. His phone vibrates twice in his pocket and he jerks again, fishing it out and letting out a quiet curse at the text.

“I, uh, gotta go,” he tells YN, and he knows he looks pathetic but it’s not every morning that he gets to talk to her, so he’s reluctant to cut the conversation off.

She brightens up his day, damn it.

Her fucking smile, her pearly white teeth, and shapely lips. Her cheeks, so round and full of joy. Her skin, so smooth and brown, contrasting so sharply with his own pale skin. She always wears skirts or long dresses to work, like a character from one of his favorite movies, but today… today, she’s wearing jeans and he wants to stare at her forever.

Her eyes widen a little and she straightens out from where she had begun to relax against the doorframe and nods. “Of course. Go. Have a great day, Mr. Min.”

He stops, letting out a breath and he steels himself before he turns to her. “It’s Yoongi. Call me Yoongi.”

Her lips form an ‘o’ shape before she nods, cheeks pinking slightly at the familiarity. “Sure thing… Yoongi.”

He hears the sound of her quietly whispering his name echoing in his head for hours.

“If you have a crush on this girl, just ask her out,” Jungkook says, around a mouthful of spicy ramen, shoveling the noodles into his mouth at rapid speed. “We’ve listened to you lament about how much you like her for nearly a year at this point. Hyung. It’s getting kind of… you know, embarrassing.”

“Shut it, you prick,” Yoongi growls out from under a car, using his wrench to tighten bolts that he knows are already more than tight enough. His face is just too red to come out yet and he doesn’t want to hear them tease him anymore. “I’ll talk to her when I feel like it.”

“How do you know she isn’t married or something?” Namjoon asks from the computer in the nearest room. The door is open, and the five of them (Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, and Hoseok) are all dotted around the mechanic’s office, doing everything and nothing at the same time.

“She isn’t,” he says, finally pulling himself out. Jimin holds out his hand and helps Yoongi to his feet. “She’s single.”

Namjoon asks, “And you know this, how?”

His lips purse slightly. “I saw her on Tinder.”

Jungkook snorts so loud, he sniffs up some ramen and he starts to cry out in pain.

“That’s what you get, you dick,” Hoseok jeers from the sofa, where he’s flipping through a magazine, eating a salad. He makes a face, like he smells something sour, as he continues, “So, she’s on the apps? Hyung, you know nothing good comes from being on them.”

Yoongi nods, knowingly. “I just- I don’t know how to talk to her.”

“You talk to her just fine, Hyung,” Jimin says, lightly. “You said you talked to her today.”

“I mumbled at her,” he replies, slinging the dirty rag over his shoulder. His hands were still dirty, they almost always were these days, oil and grime caked under his nails and his palms stained with grease and dirt. “She’s used to dealing with kids who barely speak in coherent sentences.”

“So, she’ll be perfect for you,” Jungkook quips smartly, and he beams when Yoongi shoots him the middle finger. “Love you too, Hyung.”

“Sena likes her,” Hoseok comments, easily, twisting slightly at the hip and leaning on the back of the sofa to survey the older man. Yoongi twists the rag in his hands, awkwardly, his ears burning as images of his daughter and the woman who has snagged his affection getting along outside of the classroom flood his mind. He feels dizzy with how overwhelmed he is at the mere thought.

“That is the most important thing,” Jimin remarks, leaning against the desk. “We can’t make you do anything, Hyung, but you like her. You really like her. And we just want you to be happy.”

Yoongi casts a side-long glance up at the other man, taking in the cherub-faced mechanic and idly he wonders how more YN would like this kind of a warm, inviting face than his own, stiff and awkward one.

“I know, kiddo,” he replies, giving him a half-hearted smile before turning back to his computer, effectively ending the conversation.

Jimin sighs, but says nothing more, knowing Yoongi to be one of the most stubborn and sensitive people he has ever met. It would have been easier to talk a fish into walking on land, truthfully.

“Later, we have a four-man detail that needs to be done,” Namjoon calls. “We have another guy coming in, too. One of the big boss's son’s friends, I hear. He’s supposed to know how to really turn a wrench.”

Hoseok’s brows raise, intrigued, and he asks, “You haven’t seen his work?”

“He wouldn’t be in my shop if I haven’t seen his work,” Namjoon responds, easily. “I’ve seen before and afters, but none of his actual process. He’s impressive.”

“If you like him for the job, then I trust you,” Jimin answers, straightforwardly. That’s just the kind of person Jimin was - easy-going. “Plus one more body means less work. It means I might actually get to go out on a date or two.”

Jungkook scoffs from his spot on the table, finally finished with his third bowl of ramen. “Don’t kid yourself, Hyung.”

Jimin sniffs. “You’re so rude sometimes, maknae.”

Yoongi turns his attentions back to Namjoon. “What’s the kid’s name?”

Namjoon looks at the folder and holds it up, reading. “Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.”

- end -

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gloriafc · 3 years

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Welcome Home

Y/N Barnes is the name you went by. You wore the name proudly, especially the day you married Bucky. He was your soulmate and you couldn't imagine living without him until the day Steve told you he disappeared with the many others in the blip. Steve stayed by your side, the two of you only having each other as you grieved your husband. A month after the blip you found out you were pregnant. "How am I supposed to do this Steve? How am I going to raise his baby without him here?" "I'll be here. It's not the same thing. But I'll try my best."

Eight and a half months later you had given birth to a beautiful babygirl. Rosalina Marie Barnes. Steve stared at the newborn in his arms, "She has his eyes." "I know. I stared at them for an hour wanting to cry." "Why Rosalina?" "Bucky always brought home roses. Didn't matter the occasion. Sometimes just because he hadn't brought me flowers in a while, but they were always roses. Even if it was just a single rose that he picked off a random bush. I had to work that in someway in his honor."

Pepper and Tony helped you as much as you'd let them, Morgan being born around the same time as Rosalina. The two girls became best friends, as they slowly got bigger. Soon they were able to walk and run causing chaos wherever they went.

As five years passed you learned how to live without Bucky. You always told Rosalina about her dad, to keep his memory, and to answer any question she may have had about him. She understood why she didn't have her dad, and as much as it hurt her to know she may never meet him she still loved him with her entire heart.

When Steve told you the Avengers were trying to reverse the blip you didn't know what to feel, thankful Morgan and Rosie were off playing unable to hear the conversation. "This is a good thing y/n." "I know." "You don't sound like its good." "Steve. I spent the last five years without my husband, grieving him. I spent the last five years as a single mother. Spending everyday looking into his blue eyes without him there next to me raising that beautiful girl. And you're telling me you think you guys found a way to bring him and the rest of the world back? Steve what happens when he comes back and he decides a kid is too much for him, or he thinks that I'm not the same person I was when the blip happened? Because I'm not. I spent five years trying to get over him just to fail everyday. I climb into bed everyday just wanting to be held in his arms and to get a whiff of his cologne but cant." You stop yourself unable to finish your train of thought, "Steve. As much as I missed him and as much as I wished he was there for Rosie growing up this is a big change."

When you go home and tell Rosie that Uncle Steve was trying to bring her daddy home she climbed into your bed with your giant photo album asking you to tell the stories of all the pictures in the book. "What's this one mommy?" "That's the day mommy married daddy." "You look like a princess." "I felt like one. Your daddy always made me feel like one." "Do you still love daddy?" "I'll always love him baby. Just like I'll always love you." "Do you think he'll love me?" "I think so. How could he not?" "He's never met me." "Doesn't mean he can't love you. I'm sure your Uncle Steve will tell him all about you."

And he did, as they were being transported back Bucky asked about you. "What happened to Y/N?" "She survived the blip Buck." Bucky could see the look on Steve's face, "What happened?" "Nothing bad. Depending on how you take it. Uh. Y/N found out she was pregnant a month after the blip happened." Bucky stayed silent as the information processed in his head making Steve continue with a proud smile on his face, "You have a daughter Buck. Shes every bit as crazy as Y/N, but shes stubborn like you. Besides your eyes shes her mini me." Steve pulls out his phone and shows him a picture of the three of you on Rosie's last birthday, "She named her Rosalina. Rosie for short. Rosalina Marie Barnes." "She kept my name?" "She couldn't bring herself to go by anything else. She loves you Buck even while you were gone. There hasn't been a day she didn't miss you, even Rosie knows who you are."

When they land Steve calls you to tell you that Tony died. "How's Pepper doing?" "You know Pepper." "Working through everything. How is he?" "Why don't you ask him yourself?" Steve hands the phone to Bucky, the sound of his voice immediately making you cry, "Hey doll." "Buck." The sound of your sniffles makes him want to tear up, "You dont know how much I missed you." "I can imagine it doll. Steve told me we have a daughter." "She's beautiful Buck. Wait until you see her."

The day of Tony's funeral you're helping Rosie get ready trying to avoid being late, but it seems she has other plans. Bucky waits nervously, for him it's only been a week since the last time he saw you, but he knows that it's been five years and you'll be with your daughter. Steve nudges him when your car pulls in and the pair watch as you climb out and go around before you're helping Rosie out as she carrys a gift bag. Pepper followed by Happy and Morgan reach you first, you quickly pull Pepper in with a sad smile "Sorry we're late Rosie had other plans." You watch as Rosie hands Morgan the bag, before she grins as she pulls out a rabbit stuffed animal dressed like iron man, "Squeeze it Morgan." You watch as her and Pepper get teary eyed when the rabbit speaks in Tony's voice, from a recording from one of Tony's voice files, "I love you 3000." Pepper looks at you, "How did you get that?" "I have my ways, theres one more thing." You reach into the bag and pull out a small stuffed cheeseburger that attaches to the bunnies hand, Pepper looks at you, "That's perfect. Thank you." Morgan hugs your legs as she looks at you unable to say anything. Happy looks at you with a sad smile, "I think theres someone waiting to see you. I can watch Rosie." "Thank you Happy."

You make your way towards Bucky and Steve, stopping in front of them as your eyes take Bucky in before you start tearing up. "Doll. You look beautiful." You can't even say anything before he takes you into his arms and you hold onto him tightly, afraid to lose him again. You both sway as you quietly cry doing the one thing you wanted to do for five years.

The three of you move to sit on the steps of the back porch, watching as Happy keeps the two girls entertained. "What's she like?" Steve chuckles as you say, "Sometimes she's a giant pain in my ass." "She's only saying that because she has her mother's attitude." You smile and shake your head, "Theres too much personality in one little body. You're going to have to find out for yourself. But she definitely takes after her dad." Bucky looks at you and Steve confused, "I've lost count of how many times I was asked to pick her up early from school because she got in a fight. A fight in preschool." You nudge Bucky, "Guess what she did?" He just shakes his head as Steve continues, "Every time I asked her she said the bigger kids were picking on the small kid so she fought the bullys." You chuckle, "Sound familiar?"

Ten minutes later she runs up to you, cuddling into your side as she peeks at the man shes called her dad in photos. "Mommy." Bucky can feel his heart thump as the word leaves her mouth, he's always wanted to experience having a child with you he just never imagined you'd do it without him. "Come here." You pull her onto your lap facing Bucky and Steve as she tries to hide in your hair. Not even a second later she's pulling something out of her jacket pocket. "These are yours." She hands Bucky his dog tags, you've told her they were something he never took off, but they fell during the blip and Steve brought them to you. She loved to play dress up with them, always being careful and returning them to their spot when she was done. Bucky looks at the spot where her hand touched his before slowly handing them back to her, "I believe you've kept them safe for this long." She smiles as she holds them to her chest and you kiss the top of her head.

When it is time to go Rosie grabs your hand before stopping and looking at Bucky and reaching for his hand, "Come on Daddy." You couldn't hide your smile, hearing her call him that and him actually being there and not just a picture. Steve nudges his best friend, "Go with your girls." Bucky smiles, "My girls. I like the sound of that." He grabs onto Rosie's hand with his giant hand compared to hers, the three of you walking back to your car. He watches as you help her into her seat before shutting her door, "I'll drive. We had to find a bigger home once she started walking. It's not too far from here."

As you drive Bucky finds himself smiling as you hum along to the music, something you've always done, what makes him stop and look in the backseat is the voice of his daughter singing along to the music as she kicks her feet and stares out the window at the passing trees. He can't hide his smile when he sees your smirk, "Like mother like daughter huh?"

When you park in the driveway Bucky stares at the house as Rosie runs inside, "Tony built it. This is his land, well Peppers now. I couldn't stay in that small apartment anymore. I needed a fresh start but couldn't bring myself to leave completely. After Morgan was born Pepper took over everything Tony did and gave me her old job as assistant. It let's me afford more than we needed without making me work all the time." Bucky still looks at the place you call home, you grab his metal hand, the cold metal having a familiar homey feeling to you, "Come on. There's so much she's dreamed about showing you." As soon as you step foot into the house and lock the door you smile hearing Rosie rummage around in her room, "You got this Buck. Trust me." You lead him to where her room is. When she grabs his hand to pull him further into the room and makes his seemingly giant frame sit on her little bed, handing him her favorite stuffed animals and telling him about each one you cant help but start to tear up, the life you always imagined for her happening right before your eyes.

Your phone buzzes and pulls you out of thought as you read the message from Pepper smiling at the picture attached. She managed to capture a picture of the three of you as you were leaving, Rosie in the middle as you held hands. Your backs were to the camera but its quickly become one of your favorite pictures. You quietly leave the room knowing Rosie is easy to entertain and good at playing host. You quickly open up your computer and after a few short minutes the picture Pepper sent you is printed out and you're sticking it in your photo album. As you close the book you stop remembering the bins you've kept in the garage all these years. You find the one you'd continuously dig through when you were pregnant and couldn't fit any of your clothes, and carry it inside. You stop when you see Rosie and Bucky standing in the hall, "There you are Mommy. I want to show daddy the pictures." You smile and nod, "How about we let daddy get into some more comfortable clothes while I make dinner?" She quickly let's go of his hand, "Can I help?" "Always Love."

Rosie becomes preoccupied with going through the pantry trying to find what she wants for dinner as you lead Bucky to what would now be your shared room. "You'll find everything easy. These are all your clothes. The rest of your stuff is in the garage, but that can wait until tomorrow." Bucky takes the box from you his hand finding the side of your face and you cant help but lean into his touch your eyes quickly finding his. "You kept everything?" With a nod you answer, "I couldn't bring myself to throw anything away. Or donate it. The thought of someone else wearing your clothes, making the smell of you go away was too much for me. And it helped that when I was pregnant and to big to fit in my own clothes that I had backups." For the first time in five years Buckys lips meet yours as you both get lost in the moment. It isn't until you hear a tiny "Eww" that makes you break apart. You both chuckle at the disgusted look on your daughters face as she stands in the doorway holding onto a box of macaroni and cheese, Bucky can't help himself, "What? You don't like this?" He gently turns your face so he can kiss you again, making you laugh into the kiss when Rosie pretends to gag. He let's you go and is quick to grab Rosie making her drop the box and let out happy giggles as he spins around. You immediately know what hes going to do as he stops in front of you, "How about this?" Before she can question anything you both press multiple kisses to her cheeks making her giggle even harder as she tries to push you both away, "That tickles!"

Just hearing the sounds of his daughter's giggles makes him immediately become protective. Even though he just met her he already knows how much he loves her and how he'd do anything to keep a smile on her face. The fact that you gave him a child makes him fall even more in love with you. When you both head to the kitchen to make dinner he can't shower fast enough, not wanting to miss a single moment with you both. As he walks down the hall he finally takes notice of the different pictures that line the walls. There's some of the two of you, some with Steve, with Tony, Pepper, and Morgan. He can see that you continued to live your life but stops at the ones with him in them. He sees your wedding picture and cant stop himself from touching the frame, next to it a picture of you pregnant, then one of you holding Rosie as a newborn. He gets taken out of thought when he can hear two giggles coming from the kitchen, he smiles thinking how much his daughter is exactly like her mother, and wouldn't change a thing.

Bucky slowly eases into your nighttime routine, and being around Rosie. Anytime he needs reassurance about what to do he'd look at you and you'd simply nod or shake your head. He watched as you tucked Rosie in for bed, her refusing to be tucked in unless he helped making you laugh. After you turned off her light he followed you to your room climbing into bed alongside you. "This side feels unslept in." "It should. I can't sleep on that side, when Rosie would climb into bed with me she always managed to sleep on top of me."

As soon as you feel yourself start to fall asleep you feel an all too familiar weight on top of you, "Rosie what are you doing out of bed?" Bucky reaches over to turn on the light in his half-asleep state shocked to find Rosie on top of you and under the blanket, "There's a monster under my bed." "And there's a gremlin under my blanket." Bucky can't fight the smile on his lips as he watches the mother-daughter duo. "Mommy, I need daddy to fight the monster." "Liar." "You don't know that." "Mmm i think I know my own child Rosie. You just want to sleep in here." She looks between you and Bucky with a smile he knows he'll end up giving into everytime, "Can I?" You look at Bucky, "It's up to you Sergant." He can only shrug, "She's already under the blanket." Rosie grins before snuggling in-between you both.

After Rosie's fast asleep Bucky feels her weight shift until he feels her weight on top of him, not even a second later he hears you quietly say, "I told you. Welcome home Buck."

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treesandtheirberries · 3 years

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Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality PART 2

part one

(Thank you all for liking the last post, my heart is so full.)

More about the twins, parents' discussions, and a girl's day of insight and vulnerability.

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After tucking June in bed, much to her playful annoyance, Harry made his way to the bedroom where the love of his life was resting. Crossing the hallway, he smiled to himself. There was nothing he loved more than being a trusted father. Having this responsibility lifted him, it guided him to be even better. Just replaying the conversation he had in his head was bringing extra moisture to his eyes. What could he say? He was a natural softie, this (y/n) knew so it was no different with his babies.

Right before making it to his shared bedroom, he instead turned to make his way to the younger ones' room. (y/n) might possibly be crossed with him if she finds out he awoke them just for some kisses, but she didn't have to know.

Shuffling into the room, lit by a nightlight that displayed soft stars on the kids' ceiling, he noticed both of them whispering to one another. Having them share a room was the conscious decision of the parents. Although they had a few rooms to spare, they preferred the twins to sleep together, as they quickly noticed how the two reacted when apart. Oftentimes, they'll find Mick in Mazzy's bed, or vice-versa. It is clear to the parents that the twins are most comfortable with one another, and separating them seemed borderline abusive.

"Hmmm, what're you two on about? Late, innit?" Harry softly spoke, with a smile on his face to clear any seriousness in his words.

"Dadaaaa" Mazzy dragged, smiling that her father was here. She sat up on her bed, making grabby arms as to drag her father further into the room. He was so weak for his babies and quickly made his way to her.

"Mazzy meet friends today. Talk dada," Mick explained in an annoyed tone, which Harry obviously found hilarious. Pardon him for not knowing the basis of their conversations. As he smiled to himself, he wrapped his arm around Mazzy as she further burrowed himself on his side, and he extended his hand to Mick (whose bed was a very short distance away from Mazzy's). "Bedtime dada, momma said sleep" Mick said seriously to his father as he reluctantly grabbed his hand.

Harry and (y/n) could see the personalities of the two strongly already: Mick adopted the role of the carrying older brother despite being born only six minutes before, and Mazzy the clumsy, caring younger sister. The twins upheld their roles quite well, and because of their personalities, they rarely left each others' sides.

"Oh baby, I know she did but I just want some snuggies. Don't kill me, 'kay?" Harry said, pulling his arm so Mick would get the message to hug his father. Despite wanting to seem ever-so mature, loved nothing more than to hug the most important man of his life and finally succumbed to 'snuggies'.

"Mumma said to sleep for school, dada," Mazzy inquisitively said to Harry, looking up at him questioning.

"Yes baby, you two need to start sleeping more, you'll start preschool later this year, and mums' not sure if they do nappy time like in daycare." He rubbed both of their backs in unison as he saw them interlock hands on his stomach. These moments, he thinks, are the exact reason he does what he does. He wants nothing more than to support his babies (all four, actually) and be able to watch them grow. "Just wanted to give you guys some kissies. Kissies please?" He finished by puckering his lips as he looks down at the two.

They giggle and lean up to press soft kisses on his cheeks simultaneously.

"Now what's this about some friends, Mazzy?"

"Yes papa, so nice to me. Mick wants to hear if good friends."

Harry continued to rub their backs, so proud of their bond. "Good job Mick, always taking care of your sister. You know she'll always do the same for you too."

"I know dada, told me Aidan was rude to her. We not friends again." Mick stated, again making his father's chest filled with pride.

"Good, we all know we need to treat our friends nicely but if they are not kind back, we can't let ourselves be their friends. What do we do, babes?"

The kids smiled, playfully annoyed once again yet said together: "treat people with kindness." dragging it out as most kids do with very little seriousness.

"I've gotta go now, let's tuck you both in so momma will never know I was here, 'kay?" He lifted Mick in his arms and carried him the short distance to his bed, while Mazzy tucked her legs back in her blankie. Making sure Mick was cozy, he planted a wet kiss on his forehead.

"Dadaaa" Mick smiled, knowing his father's antics by now.

After placing another kiss on Mazzy's head, he placed a palm on both of the children's bellies. "I love you two so dearly. You guys, June, and your mum are the best things in my life. Rest up so we can have another fun day tomorrow babies."

He finally made his way out of their room, seeing the two burrowings further into their respective blankets with their eyes closed filling his heart. Sneaking his phone out, he snapped a quick picture and sent it to his wife so she could keep a copy of the moment. (although, through this, he effectively ruined the small secret of waking them.) Fuck it, he'll just say this is how he found them.

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"She wanted to talk about the Sage situation?" (y/n) guessed, as her beloved crossed the threshold and planted himself face-first on their king bed. All spread out, he moved his back to crack it, due to the stress of every day and ... well, age.

"Said she heard about my sexuality more than yours. Bet you're jealous huh?"

"Please, I know the bond you two have. Is she okay though? You gave her the good ole' 'we'll always be there' parent talk?" (y/n) never doubted his ability to be a father, but these circumstances were a bit more sensitive than other matters. She finally shut her book, placing it on the bedside table that holds Harry and her's current reads. There was no better end to her day than kissing her babies and reading alongside the love of her life.

"She's okay, I think. It's hard for her, obviously. I hate seeing her in pain but this is just one of those things she has to do. As long as she knows we're here, I don't expect it to be too difficult?" He pondered. He did mean it, being a questioning teenager is difficult as is but adding sexuality to the equation? He was fortunate enough to be so self-assured that the concept of questioning himself wasn't that turbulent. "But she wants to hear from you too, obviously. Be prepared to share your life story babe," he giggled, turning his head to see his wife who now began to stroke his hair. God, that really did it when he was tired.

"Yeah, I think I recall her saying this week was slow since she finished exams, so would you agree that we could take a girl's day in light of it all?" She pondered, wanting to assure her daughter in the best, normal way possible.

Harry finally sat up, only to cuddle into his wife's arms. This was another reason he knew the two were soulmates: she loved being the big spoon as much as he liked being held in her arms. "Yes, definitely a good idea. Mhm, what'd I do to have someone as mindful and loving as you? M'life would be incomplete without you, you're everything to me, love." Still feeling as 'lovey-dovey' as ever, he burrowed his head further into her, almost physically absorbing the love she poured out.

"I just want her to feel normal, I guess. When I finally came out, it seemed like it was the only interesting thing about me. It was the only point of conversation for a while, and I don't want June to feel like it's such a hugely different thing. She's still our baby, always will be."

"Hmm, the parenting books have nothing on us. So happy we're a team," he says, grabbing one of her hands to intertwine their fingers. "Gives me a love boner just thinking about how good we are, God."

"Narcissistic asshole. Want a bedtime handie?"

Her words make him shudder, a moan itching to be released. "M'done for with you."

She smiles at his words, knowing that the man in her arms is unlike the general population in that he prefers her hand far over her mouth. Shifting a bit, she kept one arm around his shoulders, to keep him close, and inched the other one to his briefs. They were firm believers in comfortable sleeping, which often lead to sleeping in only undergarments or less. She began to touch him softly through the fabric, already feeling how hard he was. "Oh baby, what's got you all worked up already?" It was a taunting tone, something about their position made it common sense that he'd be more submissive tonight.

"Please, (y/n). Just a quick hand, please." He shifted his hips, trying to get her soft hand to come down harder. Lucky for him, she wasn't in a mood to see him suffer and pressed the heel of her hand more firmly. "You know exactly what that does to me. Please baby, I'll be quiet."

"I know you will, you deserve this, 'kay?" She finally ended the small foreplay and moved her fingers into his briefs. Having been with her for over 15 years, (y/n) knew exactly what got Harry off the quickest. Nothing sold him out faster than a quick, sloppy hand, and her coaxing and appraisal always made him finish embarrassingly fast. Wrapping her hand around his length, she immediately began to jerk him off, wiping his precome to make it smoother. "Such a good daddy to our babies, best father out there I swear."

Her words made him shudder, even more, her touch making him extremely sensitive. Given her arm wrapped around him, he moved his head to the crevice of her neck, feeling shy from her praise. "(y/n), you're going to-" he was interrupted by her thumbing his head again, letting out a breathy moan, "god, make me cum so quick, please."

"It's okay baby, come on now, give it to me." She smirked as she felt him press soft kisses to her neck, almost as a thank you for the fucking phenomenal handie he was receiving.

His breath increased, indicating he was nearing his peak. He began to whimper ever so slightly, wriggling in place and only pushing himself closer to her. "Cumming, god m'cumming." he moaned, finally releasing over her hand.

(y/n) didn't end there though, still dragging her hand to rub his cum down his length and creating a click-ing sound. It was left unsaid that he loved to be overstimulated and milked.

Finally pulling her hand out after Harry begged her it was enough, she got up to grab a hand towel from their en suite restroom. Coming back, she found him with his eyes shut, clearly ready for sleeping.

"Budge up, or this'll get all gross in the morning."

Moving sluggishly, he allowed her to clean. "Come on now, let me do the same to you," he slurred as he flipped on his side, patting the bed.

"No baby, that's alright. Just wanna sleep with 'ya." She smiled at him fondly, noticing his eyes once again shutting in content. The two were almost annoying cuddlers, and they were practically seared together when it came to sleeping.

"Alright, in my arms 'ya go now. Come." He said faintly as she crawled into the space he made for her. Immediately squishing her face in his chest, he wrapped both arms around her back, caging her in and digging his fingers in her loose hair. "Love you," he whispered, although given his face was over her head, it was pretty muffled.

"Love you."

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"Let's do three more deep breaths, and then we can go see what your mum made for breakfast," Harry indicated, eyes still shut as he sat cross-legged by Mazzy and Mick on the floor, June also sitting on one of the twins' bed.

Before the two parents gave birth to June, Harry insisted that it would be vital to teach their children meditation: a practice that would help them understand and work through their emotions. (y/n) agreed quickly, after hearing many testimonials online of increased mindfulness in small toddlers. Harry tried more often than not to do what he called "Good Morning Heart" exercises before school, but if he was out (y/n) had no problem doing it alone. Today though, the two woke up slightly later than usual and had to split up their duties.

"Okay, good. Keep your eyes closed for now, my bugs. I want you to think about one thing you hope to achieve today. Talk to a new kid maybe, or participate in class. Anything, and take another deep breath as you think of it."

"Dada, done now," Mazzy said, smiling wide at her father. Obviously having meditated her whole life (although they didn't consider it meditation, more so family time) she was used to these exercises and her father leading the group. She didn't know exactly why they did it, but being able to frame your day as positive before it even starts did boost her already positive demeanor.

"Good job baby, so proud of you. Why don't you go run down to see your mama? Not on the stairs though."

"I take her, dada!" Mick excitedly said, unknowingly to others, his positive goal for the day was protecting his 'baby' sister.

Harry smiled, dimples shinning as he saw the two siblings scurry down the hall. "Finished bug?" He asked as June and he were the only two left in the twins' room.

"Yeah, going to ask mom about everything."

"She's ready, and she's so fucking proud of you."

"Thank you, Dad, for everything. I mean it." June leaned over to give him a hug, making her cheek squish against his shoulder. He moved his head over to give her a kiss over her hair, closing his eyes for a second, basking in the life full of love he manifested.

"You didn't hear it from me, but I have an insider report your mum made chocolate pancakes."

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"Come here for your kisses, don't try to weasel out of it," (y/n) laughed, putting her arm over the center console to pucker her lips. Mick was first, giving his mom a kiss on the cheek, dimples resembling his father's. Mazzy followed with obtaining their daily kiss before daycare, both stumbling their way out of the car to meet a teacher that helped them inside. "God they're so precious, as are you," (y/n) said, as she softly pinches June's cheek.

"Mooom," June dragged, now in the 'always embarrassed by parents' teenager phase. "Could we talk about Yesterday? You know, with whatever Dad said?”

“Yes! Actually, before we start would it be cool if we play hooky?” There wasn’t a ‘cooler’ parent between the two as they usually were very lenient, but this definitely bought (y/n) some cool parent points.

“What?! Are you sure? Is Dad okay with it?”

“Of course, he encouraged it really. Just a girl's day for us, can go shopping and eat lunch? Whad’ya think babe?”

“Freak it.” Or for translation, June’s way of saying fuck it.

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“Can you maybe … tell me how it worked for you? How you … decided?” June said nervously, still nervous about the topic.

“Yeah, of course, baby. It’s a much longer story than your fathers, but I’ll try to condense it:

“At your age, it’s such a period of confusion, and a lot of times your family can agitate that. From seventh grade to about my senior year of high school, I had what I now call my ‘identity crisis. Really, it was rooted in sexual confusion and overall expression but at the time, it was the most dramatic thing happening since the death of mom.”

The two were sitting in the car, having stopped by a local cafe for coffee before sitting in the mall parking lot. It was an odd place, but comfortable given the two were together. (y/n) and Harry prided themselves off of being an open family and sharing details of their past, but this wasn’t something June had heard of in such detail yet. Because of this, she was extremely absorbed in what her mother was saying.

“It’s really funny to me now, because that’s how I deal with things, I guess. But at the moment, I was-“ (y/n) turned her head to look out the window of the car, needing a small moment before recalling the most difficult time of her life. “It’s ridiculous because I know I should say losing mom was painful, but this whole sexuality thing tore me apart in a different way. It was silent, and it was internal. There was no one I could tell, not until my junior year.

“Anyway, going back to the plotline, yes. I did have a close friend I liked. She is mainly the reason I began to question, that and being a little too obsessed with Stevie Nicks. Sidebar: that was one thing that your father and I initially bonded on.” (y/n) finally lifted her head to see her daughter who stared at her with much adoration. Although she was a mother, this specific conversation still made her extremely insecure due to years of denial from family. She could only hope to raise her kids in a contrasting environment. “It was really hard, and I did become depressed and, well, suicidal frankly. Coming from a background like mine, there isn’t a ‘good’ view on anyone who is gay and that combined with my father's overall conserved nature, I was terrified. Then there was the back-and-forth: am I gay? Am I straight? Am I faking it? Does it matter? And the answer, to the last one at least, is yes it does fucking matter.”

“It made you that sad? Trying to figure it out? Dad says I’ll always be the same girl, why was it such a big deal for grandpa?”

“It was hard on me that I didn’t have someone noticing this pain I was going through. I, unfortunately, did not have someone to tell me that it was okay, and it was normal. God, I felt like such a deviant,” (y/n) laughed in an attempt at raising the mood. “When I finally got around to telling your grandpa, he said that mom mentioned it to him once, before she passed. He claims that she said I was going to be different, and he would have to understand that. Mothers always know. And he did, at least, he tried. It was hard to go from always saying future husband to future partner but he got the hang of it. You’re never too old to change your views and grandpa is the best example of that. He’s also very proud of his son-in-law for being so open about everything including sexuality, says that makes our relationship stronger and is the biggest reason he permitted your Dad to propose.”

"I don't even know what to say, that's kind of insane mom."

(y/n) laughed. The pain of her past has subsided over the years, and it was relieving to be able to recount it. "So insane. What else can I say about this? Two aunts were really rude about it and dad got so angry. It made me cry seeing him fight for me. After that, things just all worked out. It's still a hard topic, it took me forever to tell your dad. I thought he was going to be grossed out," (y/n) laughed again out of remembrance, cheeks warming from embarrassment.

"Mom! How could he, I'm sure he was the same as when you two met but dad would beat himself if he ever hurt you. And, that's really nice to hear about grandpa." June was amused over the change of topic and touched her mom was letting this information out.

"No, no. He's always been so attentive and needy," (y/n) giggled, June joining. "You should ask him about it, he's such a sap but that story especially gets a few tears out of him."

"Oh, definitely will do."

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After the two had strolled around the mall a bit and found a few new pieces of clothing (what could (y/n) say, she had the tiniest shopping addiction) June opened up the conversation once more.

"So, how long does it take to know know."

"Oh babe, there's no number I can give you that works for everyone. You can't really but a timeline on these things. I will say there are stages, like definitely a questioning period, but you might not spend time experimenting with labels or you will. It's really hard to say. Personally, it was like six-ish years for me?"

They continued to roam the store, June now looking at jeans with embroidered details. "Hm." She looked deep in thought, but not nearly as conflicted as Harry described her to be the night prior. "I'm thinking about it mom, and I might be sure about it."

As (y/n) moved June into her arms into a Styles' classic bear hug, she hummed in joy. "I am so happy to hear that baby. We are so proud of you, and you're still our same baby but you're developing your identity and we're just so proud to be your parents. Please, babe, don't worry about this, we're here always to defend you through anything. Although, half of our friends and family are gay or something too." (y/n) gave her a smirk, both chuckling at the situation. "Now, if we're done here maybe we can stop by your dad's fav strawberry dealer, he sent me a message he was craving some."

June followed her mom out of the store after deciding to buy the jeans, body warming at the thought of having what she considered to be the best parents in the world.

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Part two done! kinda obsessed with this storyline now, so let me know what else you want to see from this precious family. ily!

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𝓛𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓭 𝓢𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓘𝓘: 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓶 𝓘 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸…..

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F! Reader

Summary: Spencer felt like nothing made sense but it didn’t scare him. Just intrigued him.

Word count: 1.2k

Warning: Mentions of the case they are working on, lil bit of angst and cursing. Mentions of suicide and eating.

Author’s note: I forgot to mention that this is based on the Mitski song by the same name. Comments and reblogs are always welcomed. Sorry for the late update, I will be updating more consistently. I promiseeeee!

Chapter I

All the hairs on Spencer’s arms stood up. Tara and Luke had left him in the interrogation room with her. She sat in her chair with her hands on her lap. Her back hunched, trying to close herself off from the world. She was humming to herself, as a technique to calm herself. Spencer didn’t recognize the song.

To say Spencer wasn’t worried for her would be a lie. Her face, when she heard that there was another suicide, would haunt him for a while. She didn’t even know what was going on; however, she was still affected by it. Spencer wanted to why. Like everything in life, he tried to get the how and why as fast and as efficient as possible.

Spencer looked at the file Luke had left on the table. Y/N L/N, grad student, linguistics. All of her achievements in 3 pages. She was smart. Her grades were impressive, and she even had a few papers published. Spencer would love to talk about them; her ideas were incredible, definitely academia-worthy. But it wasn’t the time.

Spencer quickly noticed the lack of personal information. No parents listed, no place of birth, not even a birthday. Blank, as if her life was only school. Even a letter from her preschool teacher was there. Y/N is very smart and helpful but does not interact with her classmates that much.- Miss Evelyn

“H-how long do I have to stay here?” Y/N whispered, still looking at her lap. Her body language was screaming one thing: stressed.

“I don’t know. I guess until we find out what you know.” Spencer answered truthfully. Trying to see if that will ease her worries. She took a deep breath.

“Listen, I don’t know anything. I’ve never seen these men in my life, and I most certainly have nothing to do with their uhm deaths. I’ve been living in the library for 3 months, trying to finish my thesis draft to send to my advisors. I don’t have time to plan some fucking suicides.” Y/N explained. She rubbed her temples.

“I believe you. It’s just that-” Spencer started.

“What? You think a grad student is a serial killer.” She interrupted. Spencer knew this was gonna be difficult, but this isn’t helping.

“This man, Nicholas Mclain, was saying your name before he died. His fiance said that he heard him on the phone several times the week before.” Her eyes widen at the information. Spencer continued.

“When SSA Alvez showed you the picture, you didn’t react, but when he mentioned the name, you looked uncomfortable. You recognized the name but not the face.” Spencer continued. Her focus went back to her lap, avoiding the picture Spencer had put in front of her.

“I-I don’t know.” She said honestly. Spencer could sense that it was making her more uncomfortable, and if that was the case, she was going to close herself off. He needed to build a repertoire if he was going to get some answers to this hellish puzzle.

“I know that you’ve been in the library for these past few months; I-I’ve seen you these past few months. I don’t think you’ve done anything, but I think someone wants us to think of you. ” Spencer explained; she looked at him with tearful eyes.

“Who would do that?” She mumbled.

“I don’t know, but we will find out.” Spencer promised. He wishes he could ensure that.

“The name of the newest victim is Elliot Lancaster. Another yuppie, but this time, it was more rushed. It was definitely staged to be a suicide.” Penelope told the Team. Emily nodded and turned to Spencer.

“Anything on L/N?” She inquired. Spencer shook his head.

“I don’t think she knows anything that is happening here. Oh, and Garcia, can you get me the rest of the file on her?” Garcia frowned.

“Sweetheart, I gave everything. She is like a ghost. I double-checked everything and only found that she is a brilliant cookie.” She said, slapping Luke’s hand that was trying to take one of the cookies she bought for herself. Luke rolled his eyes.

“Maybe there’s a locked file?” Luke added.

“But I would’ve been able to see if even if it was locked, newbie. I couldn’t find even an effing birth certificate, and she needs one for university.” Spencer was called to help find the missing puzzle pieces yet, he was even more confused. Mysterious family suicides, mysterious suicides, and a mysterious woman with no record other than academic records. How the hell was he supposed to figure this out?

“Where are you from?” Spencer asked the woman who was eating a sandwich giving to her by Garcia. After the third hour mark, everyone needed some fuel, especially Y/N. She grabbed the sandwich without even thinking. Spencer found another time to build rapport with her.

“Originally, from New York, but I grew up in Pennsylvania.” She said before taking a sip from her drink. She announced that with no hesitation, therefore she had nothing to hide. Then, where is that information?

“Did you like growing up there?” Spencer took a bite out of his sandwich. Garcia almost threw a shoe at him because he didn’t want to eat. Knowing that Reid doesn’t have any good eating habits, Garcia always makes sure he eats.

“I was surrounded by rich kids. Old money town, you know. Couldn’t wait to graduate. And even then, I attended a local university for my bachelor’s.” She commented, shrugging.

“What about your parents?”There has to be something there. Spencer thought.

“My parents had decent money; my mother was an event planner, and my dad worked cars. In the small town where almost everyone came from old money, they were “the help,” so they were on call every day. But that was okay; they went to every spelling bee and science fair and were home on the holidays.” Nothing in her words would sound any alarms. She was just average, not bad average. Just nothing that would scream evil mastermind. This just puzzled Spencer even further.

Emily entered the room, looking tired. Her undereye bags were more prominent, and she looked like she was running on pure coffee.

“Doctor Reid, Mrs. Y/L/N, if you would please come with me.” Y/N stop up quickly.

“Am I free to go?” She asked, almost desperately pleading for a yes. Emily gave her a sad smile. Y/N looked nearly defeated.

“Sadly no, we still don’t know who is behind all of this or if you are the next target. But you won’t stay here, we have a safe place where you can go, and one of our agents will be with you.” Emily explained. Y/N sat down, frustrated, rubbing her face. Trying to contain her tears.

Emily signaled to Spencer to get closer. Seeing as the young woman was distracted.

“Spencer, I am sorry, but you can’t go back to your sabbatical. I-”

“It’s okay, Em. I understand. I- uhm. I think I should be the one to go with her. She isn’t really trust, and I think I can get through to her. “ Spencer interrupted. Emily nodded at her friend and coworker.

“I think it would be a good idea. But Spencer.” Emily paused. She took a deep breath and looked at Y/N.

“Be careful. I think Y/N knows more than she is letting on, and I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happens to you.” Emily whispered to the brunet.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” But why did Spencer feel like he was lying.

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