Summary: Loosely based of Matilda by Harry Styles. You were just trying to find your place among the people who meant the world to you.
Trigger Warning: depression - angst - negative thoughts - not suicide but not murder - attempted murder? But accidentally- bad parenting - neglect - bad friends-
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No one really understands you…
…and you don’t blame them.
To the world you’ve always been a puzzle no one can really solve. To your parents you’re a furniture piece that doesn’t fit quite right in the room. To your friends you’re a tune that gets overshadowed by the chorus. To yourself.. you’re an art piece you just can’t understand.
Growing up you’ve always pulled around the invisible suitcase everywhere you went. It was a baggage you never went anywhere without. You dragged it to school with you and you’ve packed more in it the moment you got home. It felt like a never ending cycle.
You were the oldest child. The one who needed to be perfect, the child who wasn’t allowed to throw fits or break down because it was always thrown in your face how easy your life was.
But was it really easy?
Your brother got treated better. Your parents paid more attention to him than they ever could with you. To others they’d say you were jealous. Which in some way you kind of were. You wanted the parents your brother had.
You always believed if anything right happened in your life it was when The Miya family bought the house right next door to yours many years ago. Mrs Miya was a lovely lady that had two twin boys who were absolute terrors. Atsumu and Osamu had been your best friends for as long as you can remember.
You remembered their favorite cake flavors since each twin likes something different. You remembered how Osamu liked his onigiri and how Atsumu liked his Toro. It was easy to learn about people you care about, so why was it hard for someone to learn you?
Atsumu sometimes brought you sweet bread. You always smiled the moment he offered it but despite his good intentions, you were deeply allergic to it. You’ve told him countless of times but it never sticks to him. Even if it killed you, you didn’t have the heart to correct him… because it was the one of few times someone actually thought of you.
Osamu was not any better. One time when you were younger you had bought strawberry milk for your brother and you happened to run into Osamu on the way home. Since that day, despite many corrections, he brought you strawberry milk when he actually remembered. The intention itself seemed genuine but you remember telling him that you hated it. Like the Miya trait he never listens.
In fact.. no one really listens to you. You were that puzzle no one could really figure out. A piece of furniture that continued to collect dust. A picture.. where its image yearned to be understood.
… but nothing.
You learned you were fighting for a spot in a room you don’t belong in. And you learned that that hard way.
Who knew it only took a few words to break your spirit. Words that weren’t meant to reach your ears but somehow found its way to them.
“You’re friends with them Tsumu?”
“Nah.. my parents told us to be nice to them. Since we’re neighbors and all, but to be honest they’re a little annoying.”
Oh.
Yeah. You kind of figured. There was no way The Miya twins, the popular boys, really liked you. You were just a fancy prop in the grand show.
You avoided the boys at every opportunity. You’d stay late at school. Leave as fast as possible when school ended. Even ignored the annoying tappings at the window and the constant calls. You didn’t want to annoy them with your presence. In your heart it was the most genuine thing you could do. Because you understood. You were annoyed with you too.
The final straw was when Atsumu finally caught up to you on that Friday afternoon. He was determined to get you to talk to him. He even had that sweet bread you “liked” so much. Before you even had the chance to tell him anything he shoved the bread in your mouth.
“No you don’t get to say anything right now. You’ve been ignoring us these past two weeks and it stops now. Mom’s mad at us about it. So sorry for whatever we did and stop.”
Your tongue felt swollen and you felt your throat tightening. Tears started pooling at your eyes.
“You don’t need to be so dramatic.”
Your eyes rolled back and the last thing you could remember was gasping for air before everything went dark. He wanted it to stop. Well… so did you.
Life had other plans.
You woke up a week later in an empty hospital room with only the heart monitor beeps filling the room. The tv was off. The dark skies could be seen from the open window. You were just as alone as you felt.
This carried on till the next day. Until your aunt came in with red, puffy eyes.
“Hey you ready to bust out of this joint? How do you feel about staying with me permanently? There’s this high school called Karasuno and I think you’d love it. Completely different from Inarizaki.”
Your heart sank to your stomach because you knew. That one furniture piece that was supposed to stay in your family’s home was getting covered in a cloth and shipped somewhere else. That piece didn’t fit in with the rest….
You never saw Atsumu or Osamu since that dreadful day. The moment you were released you were on your way to a whole new area and a whole new home. Excitement was supposed to fill your bones but honestly.. you felt nothing.
That was until your aunt showed you the room you’ll be staying in. There were your favorite books stacked on a shelf, your favorite color bedding and even your favorite player’s jersey hanging above your bed.
“Sorry it isn’t complete yet. I wanted to fill this room with everything you liked. I just didn’t have enough time. Uh… please get settled. Dinners almost ready. I made your favorite!”
You just about cried. You haven’t had a favorite anything in a very long time. You weren’t something that needed to be solved. You just needed someone to understand. You weren’t hard to love and you started to see it now.
Life changed completely for you. Your aunt made time to spend with you and take you places you wanted to go. Tried different foods and read different books with you. Your aunt was the mom you always wanted.
Karasuno even felt different. A good different. Your very first friend was a ginger haired boy whose passion was to play Volleyball. His energy was infectious. The more you were around him the more you want to do more. Be more.
Shoyo Hinata was the sun after the rain. He was your first real friend. He dragged you places so you guys could spend more time together and you even helped him with his volleyball.
“Oiiiii… I got you an onigiri! You need to eat! I know you’re allergic to sweet bread so please eat and we’ll eat at home later! I’ll see you after practice.” Shoyo waved running to the gym.
The rice ball felt heavy in your hand. Not from the ingredients but from the meaning. The tune you were accustomed to starts so feel more confident and louder than the chorus. You were finally being heard.
The more you grew in your new space the more you came to realize was that you were a masterpiece. You were created and sculpted by hands that tried to break you and hands that gave you life again. You weren’t an art waiting to be deconstructed for its meaning.
You were your own creation. You finally understood your art piece 🩷
A/N:
Can someone teach me how to make the post pretty ☹️ I get so jelly seeing all of yalls layouts
I was trying to find the words to go with Matilda by Harry Styles. Like the meaning was there but the execution was wrong 😅 so I might do a Matilda Pt. 2. Maybe…
I’m going through my own things.. I guess depression. Like I don’t feel sad but I also don’t feel happy. I’m just here.
Writing helps with a motivation to keep busy finish something.
👀👀 lowkey thinking of doing The Twins POV. But I hope yall like it. It’s just a short piece to keep busy.
Summary: Phil Dunphy sometimes wonders what could’ve have been.
A/N: This is just for fiction purposes cause I’d beat my man if he ever thought this. Lol jk I’m currently watching Modern Family. I’m on season 6 and there was this one episode along the way where Phil finds a vinyl that reminds him of his first time and he reminisces about it. Which led me to get this idea.
TW: cheating 🤔
Phil Dunphy was a man who honored his promises. He promised to be a good husband, a good dad, a good real estate agent, and a good magician. He put his heart into everything he did. Despite his positive thinking there was always a small part of him that wonders what could’ve been.
Back when he was younger, Phil had his best friend he did everything with. Not Judy Greer. Or Tommy. It was you.
You were there when Phil brought up the idea of being a cheerleader. Not once did you ever laugh at him but instead, in the small space in your living room, you two made your own dance routines at all times of the day.
You were there when Phil brought up the idea of being a magician. The amount of times you had to be cut in half to please this man couldn’t be counted on two hands but you’d do it a million times just to see him happy. Phil would sit with you while you studied your law book because one day you were going to make enough money to make sure you two lived the dreams you two always talked about. A fancy lawyer and a fancy magician.
You were there when Phil got curious about kissing. Phil worked up the courage one night and snuck out his window to go to yours right across. Still in his PJs Phil knocked on your window secretly hoping you didn’t answer so he could go back home but before he could retreat you opened the window wearing your big glasses that emphasized your tired eyes.
“What’s up Phil? Dad driving you crazy again?”
“Uh.. no… can we…” Phil coughed in his hand. “Can we try something?”
Your eyebrow rose as Phil pulled himself up using the windowsill and his lips connected with yours.
“Worth it.”
That sweet moment was the start of the new found relationship between you two. Phil and You. You and Phil. Three words that were heard throughout the school and even your families houses. It was literally both of you against the world.
That was until college came.
College was where everything changed between the two of you. Because it was no longer Phil and you. It was now Phil and Claire. Claire Pritchett was the party girl, the beautiful blonde with the grumpy, rich dad. Claire was the girl who waltzed into your life and turned it upside down.
“I’m sorry.. I—I didn’t know this would happen.”
You couldn’t help but let out a weak smile at the teary eyed man that stood outside your parent’s house. The news that the Claire Pritchett was now pregnant was quick to spread. The worst part of it all was that Phil did his best to keep it from spreading to you.
“It’s okay Phil. I can’t do this anymore. Claire needs you so please leave.” Before you closed the door on the broken man, you opened it once more. “I genuinely hope you two are happy.”
That day.. that heart wrenching day was the day a door closed completely in Phil’s life. It was the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. Claire Pritchett quickly became Claire Dunphy and little Hailey was born soon after. Phil became a husband and father in a span of a year. The magic wands and the preppy uniform were now put on the back burner for his new roles.
Time went on and two other kids came along, Alex and Luke. Oh his children were his whole world. Jay still didn’t like him but Phil still did his best to please the man though Claire didn’t make it easy sometimes.
It was a sunny June day when Phil stopped by a coffee shop before meeting with the clients to the house he’s showing. The place had an open layout with windows big enough to let the sunshine flow in which added on to the ambiance. It was truly a beautiful place.
His attention got interrupted when the last person he thought he’d ever see just casually walked through the door.
You.
Phil was genuinely at loss for words. You were here…. Here! In the same coffee shop at the same time as he was. Was this fate?
“Hey you!”
You whipped your head around at the sound of a familiar voice and smiled. “Well if it isn’t Phil Dunphy.”
“What brings you into these parts?” Phil awkwardly said. He could’ve said a million other things but nothing came to mind fast enough.
“I own this place.” Your face lit up with excitement. “And I came in to get a treat. I need to be back in office in a bit.”
Phil looked around in awe with the new found information. “No way this place! It screams you all over. I should’ve guessed. So how have you been?”
“Well… “ you paused “I became that fancy lawyer we always talked about. I’m actually running for senate soon. Did you ever became a fancy magician?”
Phil’s heart clenched at the thought. “No.. became a fancy real estate agent though.”
“Ah then these people are in good hands with you guiding them.” You smiled.
Honestly in that moment Phil forgot the bustling coffee shop. He forgot he needed to go meet a client in a bit. In fact it felt like time stood still and you two were the only two people in the world.
“You look really good Phil. Life did you good.” You softly said.
Life… that’s right. At the end of day he was a father of three. A husband. He didn’t get the dream he wanted but he had a good life.
“Ah.. thank you.” Phil awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
Your coffee that was preordered was ready in minutes. To you the conversation felt like it was short and simple but to Phil time moved slowly.
“I have to head back but it was nice seeing you.” You cleared your throat.
Phil watched you walk towards the entrance but before you left, you turned around one last time. “I’m happy for you Phil. Seems like you got what you wanted. See you around.”
The ache that occasionally lingered in his chest was in full throttle today. Phil was healed enough to know that the door was completely closed but he was human enough to sometimes still look at the door. To sometimes wonder what could’ve been.
You occasionally haunt him.
“Dad, dad did you see this?! Look my favorite lawyer got a seat in the Senate!” Alex happily came down in excitement showing Phil an image of you smiling with your peers. “I want to be like them when I grow up. Smart. Sophisticated. Do you know they help the needy? They went to Harvard!!”
Claire grumbled in the background. She always felt like she wasn’t close to Alex as she should be. Phil just smiled at his daughter’s excitement cause deep down he too also hopes she grows up just like you.
Atsumu Miya, receives a strange chance to go back in time and finds that everything, including his signifcant other, is different.
Content/Warning: Hurt/Comfort, Pregnanacy, Postpartum, depression related topics. Female!Reader, Nondescriptive, Angst
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It was 2 am in the morning, the lights were out in the house while you, Atsumu and your children were asleep in the master bedroom. Atsumu was asleep on the far left of the bed while you were on the far right. Your sons, Seiji and Kenji, slept right in the middle while your daughter, Kimi, slept in her bassinet right next to you. Atsumu Miya felt completely drained. Training was starting to take a toll on his aging body and being with MSBY Black Jackals meant a lot of press conferences and traveling. If he was not out playing volleyball, he was home with his screaming children. He loved them with every fiber of his being but sometimes they were a hassle. Seiji and Kenji were seven years old and hated being away from their mother and Kimi, his little girl, was only 4 months old so she was up around the clock. Right on queue, Kimi let out her wails which started off softly and then slowly started escalating. Atsumu heard you get up and try to calm her. What he did not see was you looking over at him hoping he would get up and help. You picked up Kimi and walked with the screaming baby to the kitchen to make her bottle. You were so tired. It was close to 3 am when she finally fell back to sleep and you were finally able to close your eyes for a few more hours of sleep.
The sun was starting to illuminate the room which is what woke Atsumu up. Atsumu with one eye open, looked at the clock that rested above his head and saw the time. “Crap! Y/N wake up it’s almost 8. I am going to be late to work!” You quickly woke up from your tired state. “Oh no! The kids are going to miss the bus!” Atsumu did not even stop to acknowledge you or the kids. With all the ruckus he and the boys were making to get ready in a hurry, Kimi started crying. You were everywhere. Trying to get Atsumu and the twin’s clothes together and their lunches. “Y/N Kimi is crying her head off.” Atsumu shouted from the restroom. “Mom! Seiji is wearing my pants!” Your head felt like it was spinning, especially with the lack of sleep. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
You grabbed Kimi and carried her with you while tending to the boys. “Tsumu, can you take the boys to school? They just missed the bus.” You were hopeful Atsumu would help with the boys. “Sorry babe I’m running late. Coach is going to be upset.” He quickly gave you a kiss on the cheek and kissed Kimi on the head. “See you guys later!” Your whole body just deflated with disappointment. “Mom, we're ready!” Kenji happily shouted. You looked at your reflection in the closest picture frame, and you were a mess. Your eyes were puffy and red from lack of sleep, your hair was in disarray, and you were still in your pajamas. “Give me a few minutes to change and we will head straight to school. Kay”
Luckily, the boys made it to school on time and Kimi was on her best behavior. On your way home you could not help but notice all the mothers dropping off their children in work clothes happily saying goodbye to their children while heading to their next destination. Oh, how you wished you stayed in school a little longer. You loved learning and you were excited to prepare for your career. (You are Barbie. Meaning you can be anything 🩷) That was until Atsumu wanted you to start attending all his games because you were his good luck charm. Which meant going to home games and games abroad. He needed his outfits picked by you because you were the only person who knew him best and knew what he liked. He wanted you to cook for him because no one else's cooking could match yours. As a devoted spouse, you went to great lengths to help him achieve his dreams. Your dreams were set aside and overlooked, much like you are now.
Atsumu finally arrived at the Jackals gym. Coach Foster let out a breath of relief seeing his setter finally make it to practice. “You know you’ve been late every day this month.” Atsumu sighed as he picked up a volleyball. “Kimi kept us up late. The boys were late for school this morning too. Y/N has not been able to get up early. Sorry coach, I'll try to be better about this.” All Foster could do was stare at his star player while he went to warm up with the rest of the boys. His thoughts went to you. When Atsumu introduced his high school sweetheart to the team, Foster’s first thought was “How did you end up with him??” You were such a bubbly person and the sweetest human being on earth. You even tended to your husband’s teammates and helped with his own duties. It was not until five years ago when the team started seeing less of you because of the twins. Foster could not lie when he said he was upset at his player when he shortened his paternal leave because the Jackals were going to Nationals, but who was he to meddle in their life. When Foster heard about your new pregnancy, he felt uneasy, particularly because Atsumu had been away so much on his travels. Foster wished that things would improve soon, as much as he loved his star player he genuinely believed Atsumu was unworthy of you. “Alright boys line up and start your drills.”
It was close to midnight, before Atsumu finally came home. When practice ended the boys were going out to celebrate making it to nationals again. Who was Atsumu to turn down their offer, he would stay an hour at max and then leave to go home. You should not be too mad, right? It was for work. An hour turned into two, and two turned into four. Before he knew it was already late, you and the kids were probably asleep. He tried his best to open the front door as quietly as his drunk self could muster but to his luck you were there waiting for him. “Where were you, Tsumu? I called you like a million times!”
Atsumu’s head was ringing, and your yelling was not helping. “I had just got Kimi to bed after she cried herself to sleep and the boys kept asking for you because YOU promised to pick them up from school today. God Atsumu, why do you think everything has to revolve around you?” Atsumu stopped putting up his bag and turned to you. His head was pounding at this point. “Everything you have is because of ME. You get to be home with OUR kids while I work and when I come home all you do is bitch me out for... every... little ... thing. If I had known THIS is what my life would have been like I would have never asked you to marry me. Who wants to come home to this?” Atsumu quickly grabbed his keys and slammed the front door on the way out, not noticing the destruction he left at his exit.
He did not even know where to go, he just needed to get away from the house for a while. How he ended up on the outskirts of town was a mystery to him. He recalls seeing a large advertisement billboard a few miles ago, but now he cannot remember there ever being a toll down this road before. He was just trying to pass through, and this toll was asking for 500 won. How else could today get worse, right? He paid the toll and drove on through. As if time stood still for a moment, Atsumu closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Atsumu was jolted awake from his sleep by someone pounding their fist on the door. As he opened his golden-brown eyes, he quickly realized he was not in his room in the home he shared with you. In fact, this room felt oddly familiar. “Oi you Scrub, open the door before mom breaks it down.” Osama Miya mumbled from the top bunk. Wait…. Samu???? Atsumu quickly jumped from his bed and peeked over onto the top bunk to see Osamu curled up in his blanket. No way this was real. Atsumu poked Osamu on his hip which resulted in Samu swinging his pillow at his Twins face. Atsumu fumbled to the floor but smiled as he held his face. He came back in time! It had to have been that mysterious toll or just his wish come true. “Boys come eat breakfast before you go to school!” Their mom yelled from the other side of the door.
“School? School! … Samu, let's go to school!” Atsumu got up and happily got ready to go to school. If this was the universe giving him a second chance at life, then he was going to use this opportunity wisely and change his life for the better. His first mission was to avoid you as much as possible. You were his high school sweetheart, the love of his life, but if that is what his future looked like with you then this was a good opportunity to do things differently. Atsumu pulled out his phone and the picture with you and the kids was still on his wallpaper. He could not help but smile as he pocketed his phone waiting for his twin brother to leave for school. “You way too excited to be going to school?” Osamu mumbled. Atsumu shrugged and moved on.
It was Monday, March 13th (Random day don’t judge me) and today will be the day Atsumu’s crush was going to ask him out on a date and today will be the day he says yes. This will be the day he meets you for the first time too. Love at first sight if you will. Back then you accidentally hit him on the head with the volleyball while playing with the girls at lunch. You had felt so bad and to compensate for his “injury” you had treated him to lunch. Which is how the relationship developed in the first place. Well not this time. He had a mission, and he was sticking to it. He had calculated a plan during his first three periods and when lunchtime came around, he avoided the area where you would be and met up with his crush to confirm the date. When Atsumu pulled out his phone to input his crush’s number, the picture he had of you and the babies disappeared. His heart felt heavy when the realization kicked in that he just erased his children’s existence. ‘I’m so sorry Seiji, Kenji, and Kimi. Daddy is so sorry. Please take care of them wherever they are.’
“Atsumu?” His crush, Hana Shimizu, broke his train of thought as he still held his phone in his hands. “Ah yes... uh here ya go. I’ll pick ya up later.” Hana twirled her hair as she giggled. “Can’t wait handsome.” Atsumu could not help but flash his lazy smile as he watched her walk back into the building, swaying her hips. As it was time to return to class, he spotted his brother and noticed a red mark on his brother's forehead. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing a scrub like ya need to worry about.” Osamu lazily looked out the classroom window and stared at the commotion of kids changing classes below. Atsumu just stared at his twin with irritation.
‘YOUR SO ANNOYING’ he thought.
School flew by and Osamu disappeared at the end of the day. Atsumu did not find out till he received a message as he was waiting by the gates.
Messages
From Ugly Half: Don’t wait up Read at 3:40 pm
To Ugly Half: K see you at home Sent at 3:43 pm
Atsumus' eye twitched. Fortunately, volleyball practice was cancelled today to give students time to prepare for their upcoming exams, but Atsumu still could not shake the feeling that something was off. He remembers going to practice right after walking you to the bus stop today. Since he did not meet with you for the first time, he guessed he changed the course of the day. He had to stick to his mission today and sure enough he did. Throughout the entire day, he made a conscious effort to avoid you and instead took his crush out on the date they had hoped for. It was honestly perfect. It was close to 10 pm when Osamu finally came home. “Oi where the hell were you?”
Osamu was in a love-stricken daze. “I was out with a friend.” Ah what a turn of events. Atsumu smiled behind his hand as he watched his brother play with his hoodie string. “Whatever ya scrub.” And queue the bickering. It was about close to 11:30pm when the boys finally settled in bed. Atsumu could hear his brother's light snoring, as he laid on his back he stared up at the bottom of the top bunk in thought. ‘Everything is changing. It’s going to be okay.’
Atsumu closed his eyes and fell into a blissful dream. Before he knew his alarm clock was blaring at exactly 6:30 am in the morning. Atsumu groaned into his pillow. “Turn it off Samu.” No response came from his brother.
“Samu!”
A pink manicure nail trailed up his naked torso. “I’m not Samu but the next best thing.” A soft feminine voice whispered in his ear. His green eyes opened wide, and he quickly turned to face the person. It was Hana! An older version of her. In fact, where was he??? Atsumu looked around and noticed the upscale bedroom he was in. No bassinet. No twins. No screaming or crying. His body was not aching, and he felt more rested than he had in ages.
“Baby you have to get up. You are doing an interview today and you have practice. So up and at 'em.” Atsumu stayed in bed and watched his wife? … get out of bed and walk out of the room in the skimpiest pajamas he has ever seen. If this was his new life he could get used to it. Turns out Atsumu still played for MSBY Jackals in this future, and he still had the same team members. His wife was so attentive to him. God it was a dream come true. Atsumu took six months to adjust to this new future, and during that time he came close to forgetting his own brother! What was he doing now? Did he still have a shop like before?? Atsumu pulled out his phone and sent a text to his brother.
Messages
To Ugly Half: Hey scrub. Are you at work? Read 9:01 am
From Ugly Half: Depends... Sent at 9:06 am
To Ugly Half: I’ll be by later today. Read at 9:10 am
Atsumu let out a breath of relief know that despite changing his future his brother stayed the same. It was always a small fear of his that Osamu would grow distant from him the older they got. In his previous life trying to manage three children, a strained marriage and a career put a halt on Atsumu visiting his brother and his shop often. Fortunately, Osamu took his uncle’s duties seriously and visited you and the children when he could and Atsumu was thankful for any help he got for you and the kids. Things are not the same anymore. Atsumu’s wife was always supportive of his choices, so when he mentioned wanting to see his brother, Hana cheerfully encouraged him to go and asked him to tell Samu she said hello.
During the drive to Onigiri Miya, Atsumu noticed many changes. The small shop he used to frequent when he was in school was no longer sitting at the corner of the street, in fact it had just completely disappeared. His chest clenched a little.
“Hey Tsumu’ would you like a snack for the walk home. I know how much you love Toro.”
He remembers you. He is sure he's always going to remember you. You were his first love outside of Volleyball. You were his wife. You were the mother of his children. At one point you were his everything. Somewhere down the line in the life you two had created something went wrong. One moment everything was amazing and the next it was just constant fighting and kids screaming. At one point, you looked at him as if he placed the moon and stars in the sky, but in his final memory of you, your eyes told him he had broken something inside of you. As much as he loved you, he hoped wherever you were that you are happy.
Atsumu reached his destination at his brother’s shop; to his shock it had not changed at all. Guess ‘Samu had the same vision in this future too. The shop was full of people but not heavily packed where Atsumu could not sit at the counter and talk to Osamu. Waiting to get his attention Atsumu took in his brother’s features. Though they were identical to his own, Osamu decided to let go of the dyed hair and let his brown locks grow. He was still in great shape despite not religiously playing volleyball anymore and most of all he genuinely looked happy. Osamu finally handed off the dish to his employee before leaving the kitchen area.
“What brings you and your ugly mug by?” Osamu teased when he was in front of Atsumu.
“Can’t a guy just stop by and see his brother anymore?”
“A normal brother yes, not whatever you are.” Atsumu’s eye twitched.
Mio, an employee of Osamu’s, came from the kitchen with a plate of Toro and handed it to Osamu.
“Here ya scrub. I know Hana does not cook so make sure you eat.” Atsumu’s eyes widened. He appreciated the meal prepared by his brother, especially given his awareness that his wife often overcooks the dishes she makes. What took Atsumu by surprise was the wedding ring Osamu donned.
“You’re married Samu?”
Osamu looked at his brother funny. “Are you feeling, okay?”
“Yeah...” Atsumu subconsciously said. “Yeah? When did you get married?”
“Your pulling my leg, right? You were ma best man!” Atsumu stopped his food midway to his mouth to eye his brother again.
“I’m going through a crisis. Humor me.”
“Your annoying is what you are.” Osamu grumbled.
Osamu stepped away from the conversation to help some customers at checkout, while also staying attentive to those still seated. Atsumu softly smiled seeing his brother in his element. When he finished his plate, Mio happily took it away and went back to the kitchen. While waiting for his brother to come back and pay attention to him, Atsumu killed time and pulled out his phone to scroll through Instagram. The small urge to type your name in the search bar suddenly overcame him. His thumbs were idling over the letters before he caved and just typed in Hana’s. Just as he expected she was with her group of friends.
Atsumu would never say it aloud, but he felt left out. Hana was a part-time model and did not have any worries in the world because Atsumu paid for everything, which gave her the freedom to go out and have fun with her friends. He was quick to learn that her friends were not his own. Even if Atsumu wanted to hang out with his teammates, they all had lives of their own. The closest person he had to a best friend now was his own damn twin brother, who was looking at him like he grew another head.
“Did ya fall down the stairs or something? Hana tried to poison you, and it didn’t work?” Osamu asked as he laid his chin on the back of his crossed hands.
“No, ya damn nerd. I... I just do not feel like any of this is real.”
Before Atsumu could vent more of his feelings, Osamu’s personal phone went off. Atsumu just stared at the soft look his brother had on his face when he saw the name that popped up on the screen.
“Hey.” Osamu answered while he turned away from his brother so he could have a sense of privacy. Atsumu being Atsumu listened in on his phone call because what privacy? They were twins who shared a womb and room for Pete’s sake.
“Your never interrupting. I was just talking to stupid ‘Tsumu so I was not doing nothing important.”
Atsumu gasped in disbelief but continued to listen in.
“Mmm... bet they were excited. I can’t wait to see our numbers on them. And my princess?” Osamu let out a soft laugh hearing his baby babble on the phone.
Atsumu’s eye widened. Was he an uncle???
“How are you? Need anything? Craving anything?” Osamu looked at the time on his watch. “It will not be to long now before we close the shop and I will be home with ya. Okay. Cannot wait. Love you. Bye.”
Osamu turned around to his twin. Atsumu looked like he saw a ghost or something.
“Your a dad? ‘M an uncle?”
Osamu pinched the bridge of his nose. “Your dumbass was in the waiting room for each of them. Some uncle you are.”
“Wait... how many do you have?”
“I have 3 and one on the way.” Osamu proudly said. “Another girl. 2 boys and now 2 girls.”
Atsumu felt a pain in his chest because he knew a father's excitement. He remembers being so happy to have his children. His boys and his little princess. Atsumu remembers bringing up the idea of another little one to ”even out the odds” since you did not work and were home to take care of them, but he will never forget the utter look of despair that crossed your features. All it took was that day to never bring up another baby again. Seeing his brother glow at the news of his growing family caused an ugly feeling to stew within Atsumu.
“ ‘M happy for ya.”
It was already getting late and Atsumu bid his brother goodbye promising a hang out day and made his way home. When he arrived, the house was dark which meant Hana was not home. Atsumu sighed, he loved the idea of a carefree wife, but he hated coming home to a lifeless home. No warmth, no lights, no home cooked meal, no other person besides him and Hana. It felt wrong but this is what he wanted, right? The freedom. No responsibilities. No screaming. No kids. So why did he feel so empty? Atsumu changed into his home clothes and sat on the couch to watch reruns of his volleyball game. It was just on to have background noise so Atsumu could just swim in his own head. With the announcers on the screen describing the play by play of the game, Atsumu’s eyes felt heavy. The couch is where he was found in his empty home. Just holding the pillow to keep him warm.
For some reason, every day since then. It always felt the same. He’d get up in the morning. Hana would order a fancy breakfast; he would go to practice and come home to nothing. Hana was always out and about. Atsumu had learned to wash his own clothes and attempt to cook for himself after various calls to his brother on how to cook a simple dish. This was all new to him because he always had you. Despite the rocky relationship you two had, you always took care of him.
It was a weekend; the team was off from practice and doing their respective things. Hana was out of town for a modeling gig which left Atsumu to his own vices. He really didn’t want to be home today, so he called the first person who came to mind.
“ ‘Samu! Are you busy today?”
“A bit but you’re welcome to join me. I have stuff I need to do today.”
“I’m on my way!”
Instead of taking his car, Atsumu decided to walk. Since Osamu was probably going to drive everywhere anyways. As Atsumu sat in his brother’s car he realized that he always took his brother for granted. No matter how annoying they were to each other, Osamu was always there. He was there to make sure he was fed before games; he made sure his family was taken care of since he was hardly home, he picked up pieces that Atsumu left behind because that was the type of brother he was. Osamu left the shop in the hands of the assisting manager so he could leave early today.
The first place they stopped by was the supermarket so Osamu could pick up meats, vegetables, and anything else he needed for his house. Atsumu was just the older brother following around his twin with the basket. Anytime Atsumu questioned Osama about buying a particular brand over another the answer was always the same, “The missus likes this one better.”
The next stop was a flower shop, Atsumu stayed in the car while Osamu went in really quick to come out with a bouquet of pink peonies.
“Can you hold these? We’re heading to my home after this.”
“Sure.”
True to his words, the next stop was Osamu’s home. Atsumu wasn’t going to lie and say he wasn’t excited. He was finally going to meet his brother’s family, to finally see his niece and nephews. They pulled into this beautiful home, nothing extravagant, but very Osamu like. Atsumu’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest and he could not figure out why. Excitement maybe? Nervousness? He was not sure. Osamu grabbed the bouquet from Atsumu and the reusable bags of groceries and items.
“Be ready for the boys to talk your ears off, they just got their positions and our old jersey numbers.”
“They play volleyball?”
Before Osamu could go further into the conversation, the front door opened, and the world just stopped. Atsumu forgot how to breathe, and the ringing in his ears were increasing. There before him were Seiji and Kenji, his twin boys he left behind.
“Dad! Do you need help? I got this.” Seiji happily said as he grabbed one of the bags from Osamu.
“Me too.” Kenji grabbed the other bag, which left Osamu with one bag and the flowers.
“Thank you, boys.” Osamu looked so proud. Atsumu felt his world spinning. The lunch from earlier was threatening to come up. If Seiji and Kenji were here, then all that could mean…
“Hey baby.”
… was that you were here too.
Atsumu could only stare at the scene before him. You were here. The one person who haunted his very being. You were in, what Atsumu was assuming, one of Osamu’s black shirts since it was a little big on you. Although your hair was styled in a casual, messy way, it really suited you. You looked so full of life. You looked so... happy. Osamu gave you the flowers and you closed your eyes and breathed in the heady fragrance.
“You remembered...” You said softly as you gazed over the flowers.
“How could I forget anything you like.” Osamu said as he rubbed softly at your growing belly and kissed your cheek. Atsumu’s chest felt like it was caving in.
Are those your favorite flowers? Since when? (It could be any flower of choice. I looked up peonies in a bouquet and they were so pretty.) Atsumu had to think back to the last time he bought you flowers, but no memory came to mind. In all the years you two were together, did he never buy you a bouquet of flowers?
You turned your attention from Osamu to his brother that stood behind him. The soft smile still plastered on your face.
“Hey ‘Tsumu. You joining us for dinner? We’ll make you a plate to go for Hana.”
He couldn’t even form coherent words right now so all he could do was nod with a strained smile. The twins eventually came back out.
“Uncle ‘Tsumu! Uncle ‘Tsumu! You won’t believe it! I got your number today. The coach said I have big shoes to fill.” Seiji happily shouted as he turned to show number 5 with Miya above it. Kenji the ever-quiet boy he was also turned around to show his number 4 with the Miya name. Those were their first numbers in Junior High.
“Alright boys. ‘Tsumu looks like he’s overwhelmed. Go change and wash your hands! Dinner will be ready soon.”
“Dad, can you serve to us while we wait? Please, please. Uncle ‘Tsumu is here too!” Seiji was just about on his knees begging. You playfully rolled your eyes.
“That’s literally the Miya genes showing.”
No those were Atsumu’s genes showing. This was his son. The first baby he’s ever got to call his own. His brother came in minutes after. These were his children and they were calling someone else dad. His own brother no less. Atsumu was in a daze, he didn’t even realize they were already inside. The boys managed to sucker Osamu to serve them the ball until dinner was ready. Atsumu was just sitting on the couch watching Osamu serve to the boys from the living room window. Did his boys like playing volleyball? He remembers Seiji being to himself whenever Atsumu was home and Kenji was a mama’s boy through and through. He always felt like he never had a bond with his kids but seeing them so open with Osamu made him realize they were never the problem, it was him.
“Um ‘Tsumu… here you are. It’s just a snack until dinner’s ready. I know your diet so it’s not to heavy and I remembered how much you love Toro.” Atsumu felt a lump in his throat.
“Thank you.” He gently grabbed the plate from you. You smiled as if you accomplished a hard task.
“Let me know if you want or need anything else, Kay. Dinner is almost ready.”
You remembered. Of course, you remembered. You always paid attention to everything. You remembered so much about him, but he couldn’t even remember your favorite flower. He forcefully ate the Toro you worked hard to prepare for him. For once he didn’t want to seem ungrateful in your eyes. Even if this future you weren’t his. Little cries filled the halls, and you stopped cutting the vegetables.
“Oh the princess is up.”
Atsumu closed his eyes and prayed to every god known to man.
“Dada.” That little word broke Atsumu into pieces.
“No baby. That’s Uncle Atsumu. Can you say ‘Tsumu? ‘Tsumu!” Atsumu looked over his shoulder and there she was. The only other little girl that could ever steal his heart. Kimi Miya. This was god’s way of punishing him, he was sure of it.
“I’m sorry to do this. Do you mind watching her while I finish? It won’t be long I promise. She’s a good girl, right Kimi?” You nuzzled into her cubby cheek which had her giggling.
“Sure, I would love to. It’ll be nice to have to spend some time with my niece (daughter).”
You gently gave Kimi to Atsumu. Her Hazle eyes met his own brown ones. She was so tiny with a head full of brown hair. She was even in Jackals onesie, he’s pretty sure the previous Atsumu got her this before he came to this future.
“Dada.” Kimi ran her cubby hand down Atsumu’s face, and he couldn’t contain the tears anymore.
“I’m sorry I left you behind Kimi girl. Daddy loved you. He really did. Don’t think he never did.”
Kimi was gently lifted out of Atsumu’s hands, and he had to fight the urge to grab her back. Osamu sadly looked at his brother. “Are you okay? Kimi giving you trouble?”
Atsumu wiped his face quickly. “Sorry. Just remember her being little. Got to me a bit.”
“Happens to me too. One moment they are these tiny beings and before you know they turn into little gremlins like the other two.” Osamu sat down and lifted Kimi just a little over his head, which had her kicking and giggling.
“How do you do it? With working and raising kids?” Atsumu genuinely asked his brother.
“I just do ma best. Me and (Y/N) both work but we always put the kids and each other first. Yeah, they pick up most of the work, but I do my best to make sure they’re not doing it alone. We’re a team, me and that one.”
“You think I could have this one day?”
“I think if ya really wanted to you could, but you got to remember it’s not just ‘Tsumu’s world if you start a family. Your wife is going to need all the help she can get if she’s making babies with your ugly mug.”
“Says the ugly twin.” Atsumu grumbled. “How do ya manage with (Y/N) working?”
That was an issue Atsumu faced because he didn’t want you to work. He wanted you home to relax and raise the kids. He genuinely thought he was doing right for you because you didn’t have to worry about anything. Atsumu just wanted to take care of you.
Osamu shrugged with Kimi still in his outstretched arms. “I didn’t want them to lose themselves in being just a mom. Seeing them doing what they love makes me happy as a husband. They work in one of the best law firms in the city. Instead of holding them back I just supported everything they chose to do. In places where I fail, they are always there to pick up the pieces and that’s the same for them.”
Something in Atsumu snapped and suddenly the world finally made sense. This reality wasn’t for him or what he thought he wanted. He didn’t want the freedom he thought he did. He didn’t want the big house if it was going to be empty. This reality was the reality where you were treated and loved the way you deserved. Where someone knew your favorite color and favorite flowers. Where someone knew what you wanted to do and didn’t hold you back. You wanted a partner not just a provider. You just genuinely wanted to be loved.
“Dinner’s ready!”
“Still want to eat with us Uncle ‘Tsumu?” Osamu asked in a squeaky voice as he held Kimi in front of his face. Atsumu let out a struggled laugh.
“Yeah, I still want to.”
Atsumu was soaking in the scene before him. Seiji and Kenji were fighting with each other about their vegetables. You were off to the side feeding Kimi small, soft portions of the food and Osamu was there cutting up your food into smaller pieces since you loved to eat it that way.
“Need me to cut your food Uncle ‘Tsumu. I can do it now!” Seiji said.
“Sure squirt. I’d love for you to.”
Dinner finished too fast for Atsumu’s liking. He wanted this dinner to last forever. He didn’t want to leave, not just yet. Please not just yet. Kimi crashed out on Osamu’s chest and the boys were already rubbing their eyes. No, no not yet. He felt a soft hand touch his. Every fiber of his being was screaming for you. Told hold you and apologize a million times.
“You should come by more often; we missed you this whole time.”
Despite the tiredness, the boys and Osamu smiled. I’m here. I’m right here. Please don’t let me go.
His plea went unanswered. Osamu kindly dropped him off, not without insulting him first though. “Need to drop ya off so people on the streets don’t get scared with yer ugly face. It’ll be embarrassing to see ya on the news tomorrow.”
“Thank you.. for everything.”
Osamu grimaced at his sincerity. “Stop being gross. Go inside.”
The house was dark again. Hana was probably out like usual. Maybe… this was the life he deserved. This was everything he asked for right. No this was the life he thought he wanted. He wanted the toys on the floor. He wanted his boys to be proud of him being their dad. He wanted his little girl back. He wanted everyone to try to fit on the same bed again. He wanted to do everything right. He wanted you. No, he needed you. He needed to be better for you because you did not deserve to be put on the back burner while he achieved his goals and dreams. Playing professional volleyball was his biggest dream, but so were you. He wanted everything in life with you.
Atsumu quickly got the keys to his car from the house and set off to his destination to the toll road that sent him here. He followed the exact streets and even saw that same billboard. He drove for miles and with no such luck there were no signs of the toll.
“Come on, come on!” Atsumu cried in frustration. He pulled over on the side of the road and just let the tears fall. “I want to go home. Please… Please let me go home.”
An annoying beeping noise brought Atsumu out of his meltdown. When he looked up his whole body sagged in relief. There it was! There was his ticket home. He looked around to make sure no cars were coming and he went straight through it. He promised to be better. He promised to do right this time. While he was driving down the endless road, he closed his eyes in relief.
Atsumu was jolted awake from his sleep by someone pounding their fist on the door. As he opened his golden-brown eyes, he quickly realized he was back in his childhood room again. He heard Osamu snoring above him and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.
“Samu wake up we need to go to school!” Atsumu shouted as he ran to the bathroom to get ready for the day. This was his third and probably last time living this day over again. He needed everything to go right. Today he didn’t want to wait for his brother, a small part of it being he was salty about him taking his girl but the bigger part of it was that he wanted to see you sooner. He arrived at school earlier than most of the students because he knew you were already here. It was always a habit of yours to read in the library before school started because you always wanted good grades for the school you wanted to go to. That was his first destination. The halls had little to no students, so he sped up his pace. His heart was beating fast and it felt exhilarating.
He accidentally slid the library door open a little to hard, it caused a loud echo that startled you where you sat. You quickly turned around and you took in a heaving Atsumu holding the door frame.
“O-Oh Atsumu, are you okay?”
His eye contact never broke from yours as he slowly made his way to you. You stood in nervousness especially with the determined look he was giving you.
“Atsu- mph.”
Atsumu brought you in for a kiss. His hands were cupping your cheeks while your hands wrapped around him like it was second nature. Yes, this felt right. This is where he belongs. Right here with you. He broke apart when you both needed air, but he rested his forehead on yours. He slid his hands from your cheeks down your arms to your hands.
“I like you (Y/N).” He whispered. “Since the very first day I saw you, I knew deep in my bones that you were it for me. Will you go out with me?”
You closed your eyes with the biggest smile on your face. Your forehead still on his and his mint breath fanning your face. “Yes, Atsumu I would love to go out with you.”
Atsumu was giddy when he kissed you again. The whole moment felt like a dream. The fresh winds were blowing in the open windows and the curtains danced with it. Yes, he was going to do right this time. You deserved everything in this life, and he was going to make sure you had it all.
Sure enough, Atsumu kept his word. When he wasn’t practicing with his team, he was with you studying in the library. Well... you were studying while Atsumu read a comic book, but he was still there with you to support you. On days when you decided you didn’t want to study you were at his practices cheering him on. Atsumu looked like a lovesick fool on the court, but he didn’t care. When it came to graduation, Atsumu took the biggest leap of faith and asked for your hand in marriage. You two were still young but you were always his end game. He knows life without you, and he would never go down that road again. You happily said yes and by the end of the year you were (Y/N) Miya. Though you two were married, you two had your own space for now. You had your own room and he had his. He wanted you to be comfortable even if that meant not sharing a space with you. You had applied to the school you wanted. It was a great law school and Atsumu was there for you every step of the way, every tear you shed through hard exams, the all-night study sessions, and he was especially there when you had your doubts about your choice in career.
“You had this as your dream job baby, don’t quit now. I believe in you.” Atsumu said as he kissed your cheek. “Plus, how else are you supposed to support me when I become a stay-at-home father?” He joked.
You pushed through every worry you had, even when finding out you were pregnant mid semester. Atsumu took everything with stride especially when you came home in tears the moment you suspected you were. “It’s me and you baby. You’re not alone.”
Ten tests and a sonogram later, there were two babies and Atsumu couldn’t be any happier. His boys were coming and they were coming into a happier home this time. His volleyball career was happening a little earlier than planned because he already knew the right choices to make to get to the Black Jackals. He’s lived through it twice after all. Luckily things stayed the same as Bokuto, Shoyo and Kiyoomi were still by his side through his career. When his big paychecks started coming in the first thing he did was look for a nice house for you and the kids, even the one that he had to act surprised about later. Atsumu made sure they had room for a net in the back because he was determined to be a better father than Osamu was… and better setter but that’s a conversation for another time. He was still salty to his brother, though Osamu never knew why he was on the receiving end of his twin’s antics this time.
Atsumu knew from the bottom of his heart that if he never took the chance with you, somehow the universe would set you and his brother together. It seems like you were destined to be a Miya one way or another, except you were always going to be his. (Y/N) Miya, significant other to none other than Atsumu Miya. NOT Osamu Miya.
The semester was hard on you. Your hormones were out of control; the twins were causing backaches and for some reason you were always craving Osamu’s chicken onigiri. Atsumu would bristle when you asked him to ask Osamu to make you some. His fear of you leaving him for Osamu always sat in the back of his mind, so he tried his best in every way he could. He would visit Onigiri Miya to see his brother and learn how to make the food you wanted. You deserved a good husband and Atsumu was going to do his best to be the best one for you. His heart did summersaults in his chest when you cried in satisfaction that he made it the same way his brother did. In fact, that encouraged him to learn more dishes for you.
He learned he had a knack for cooking. One time he volunteered to do PR for The Jackals on a cooking show and decided to bring his brother along to help promote Onigiri Miya. Lowkey it was just to rub it in his brother’s face that he could cook too. You know a very Atsumu thing to do. You laughed about it for days and that made it even more worth it to Atsumu. You were happy and that’s all he ever wanted for you. The time finally came and you were graduating law school with Honors, and you walked the stage with the biggest smile on your face despite your protruding belly. Atsumu was your biggest supporter as he made sure he was heard above everyone else that came to support you. In fact, Osamu and the Black Jackals were there to support you too. Though Atsumu had to fight Shoyo so he could be the loudest.
Not too long after your achievement the twins were finally born. The Jackals were at Nationals right now, but Atsumu was where he needed to be. He sat shirtless on the plushy chair that sat near your bed, and he had his newborn twin boys on his chest. His cheek was nestled on Kenji’s head while he ran a finger up and down the back of Seiji.
“Thank you for everything you do for me.” Atsumu eyed you from his position nestles on Kenji. You were tearing-eyed looking at him.
“No thank you ‘Tsumu. For loving me like you do.”
Atsumu adjusted to fatherhood much better than people expected. While you were recuperating and studying for the bar exam, Atsumu would take the twins out of the house so you could have time to yourself. If he was needed at the gym, he would take the boys with him with coach’s permission and on the days when he couldn’t bring them, he sucked it up and asked his stupid brother. When he agreed it was always the same spiel “Make sure they know your uncle ‘Samu not dad!” Osamu would roll his eyes and close the door in his face.
There were even tabloids of Atsumu visiting mommy and me classes with his boys so he could get more experience in bonding with his kids. Did he care? Absolutely not. Not when he had the memories of his children calling Osamu dad, that still haunted him to this day. Sometimes when the insecurities became to much, he would ask you for closure. “If you could have chosen anyone else to be your husband, who would it be?”
“It’s always been you ‘Tsumu.”
Within the next three years, you finally passed the bar exam with the support of your wonderful husband. The road to being a lawyer was coming close to an end as you were just a few steps away from achieving your goal. In the crowds of people that showed up to support their loved ones there was yours with a baby in both arms screaming for you. When it came time to be supportive back you made sure you went the extra mile for him. During the Jackals’ schedule to another set of national matches, you always showed up for Atsumu no matter where he went. This time around you were able to do things for yourself, like traveling with twins and booking a fancy hotel for the three of you. Sometimes you would even bring Osamu when he wasn’t too busy but since Atsumu kept promoting Onigiri Miya the restaurant has been busy lately. Seiji and Kenji were easy babies, they rarely cried. Kenji was always hungry though and Seiji was super energetic. You always joked that you literally cloned Atsumu and Osamu, the next terror of Miya twins. Their high school coach had a shiver run up his spine the moment the words came out of your mouth.
The arena was big, and you had great seats. Seiji and Kenji were in their #13 jerseys screaming along with the crowd. That was until the crowd went silent went Atsumu was getting ready to serve. Seiji was jittery in his seat and couldn’t help shouting. “Go daddy!”
Atsumu was quick to turn and look amongst the crowd for his son and the moment his eyes landed on his little family he smiled brighter than the arena lights. With a new determination coursing through him to win this game to show his sons that their dad was great, his serves were faster, his spikes were hit harder, and Shoyo hit every one of the passes Atsumu tossed to him. When the whistle blew to signal the end of game, the crowd went wild. The Jackals beat the other team in a landslide. Seiji and Kenji were screaming as loud as their little voices could go. The moment after The Jackals thanked the other team, Atsumu made his way to his family. His twin boys were running as fast as their little legs could go. He scooped them both up and hugged them tightly. With their heads on both sides of his neck, Atsumu was still able to give you a loving kiss which had everyone else screaming. Shoyo and Bokuto were quick to swipe the boys from Atsumu’s arms.
“Uncle Bo is here. Hey, Hey, Hey!” Bokuto was swinging poor Kenji around.
“Uncle Sho!” Seiji and Shoyo probably shared a braincell at this point and they would stick their tongue out to each other.
Atsumu smiled as he watched his other family interact with his kids. Kiyoomi and kids didn’t go in the same sentence. Germs, they were full of germs. He said those words even when the boys grew and got wilder. The twins were seven now and Atsumu was still the only Jackal member with kids. They had been in volleyball at the community center which got them more experience. Despite their young age they were able to somewhat keep up with their practices now. It was during their free time but Bokuto and Shoyo made the most of it. Atsumu had great news to share with his team. His little girl was finally coming, and he could finally tell his secluded member the reason why Kimi was named Kimi. When you finally introduced the new addition to them team the first person you went to was Kiyoomi.
“I know how you feel about babies, but wouldn’t you want to meet your goddaughter. Her name is Kimi Sakura Miya, the first two letters and the last two letters of your name.”
Kiyoomi Sakusa, will deny everything until he was blue in the face, if anyone said he cried while holding his teammate’s new addition that was named after him. What people don’t know is that all Atsumu’s kids had a piece of his teammate name with them, Seiji Shoyo Miya and Kenji Kotaro Miya which is why they have designated godfathers and why his teammates have favorites. They always joked they didn’t need to have kids because they have them. When Kiyoomi was crying over little Kimi, you had turned to Atsumu who had attention on the kids, especially his baby girl, but his arms wrapped around you.
“Say ‘Tsumu I know Kimi’s not a year yet but how do you feel about adding on the family?”
Atsumu’s hitched a breath and turned to you with wide teary eyes. He wrapped you in his arms and cried on your shoulder. He didn’t get the opportunity to get this far in his previous life, so this was all new to him. You two were in great positions to add to your family and Atsumu or you didn’t have to worry about being a sole provider. You were finally an Attorney, Attorney Miya as Atsumu likes to tell people, you were able to put the kids in daycare and get childcare if needed. Though he does still have the ongoing joke of being a stay-at-home dad. You two were a team and Atsumu was there to support you in everything.
“Thank you for giving me the greatest gifts ever, baby. Thank you.” Atsumu said each word in between kisses. You smiled as you basked in his excitement.
A year later, Osami Atsumi Miya (Mimi) was born, the second girl and Osamu’s favorite by default. 🩷
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Author’s Note: I was watching this drama called “Familiar Wife” and I was hooked from start to finish. Maybe it’s because I love the drama in these dramas. *Badum Tskkk* As I was watching it, I was like “Wow this would be a good story”, BUT for the life of me I couldn't figure out which characters to use because let’s be real, a lot of these anime men are meant for the angst. It finally snapped when I was watching Haikyuu (my favorite anime BTW) and seeing the twins I was like HERE WE GOOOOO got my boys lol. I am doing my best to use the “second person” perspective and it’s soooo freaking hard. I love it when other authors write their stories to input anyone who reads their work in their work. Like me (the reader) crying my eyes out getting my heartbroken by an imaginary man. Y’all are so awesome I swear! I decided to try my hand at this. If I did it wrong, I am so sorry. I’ll do better next time. Also, I just remember I just used the plot of the drama so it will not be the same, but you get the idea. I do not own anything. Credits to the producers and creators.
I am also so sorry! I was reading a post how most people don't appreciate when writers write about stuff like pregnancy and stuff. I noticed most of my post are related to that and I am so sorry. I am a mother myself so I kind of just insert life experiences in here but I am going to do my best to step away from this top. Thank you guys for taking the time to read ❤️
Thank you guys for all the love from my last short. 🥲 Y'all are literally the absolute best and I'm very thankful for every like, reblog, comment that y'all left. I literally uplaoded a quick short just to take a breather from life and everyone just made me so happy. Thank you guys again! I had time today since I got caught up on my weekend assignments so here's another little short. I hope you guys enjoy 💕 I did change up the episode a bit to incorporate little you.
Another Freeling, Another Adventure
“Say my name. Say it! Abaddon! Ab-a-don!”
“Baaaa…”
“No! Ugh... Abaddon!”
“Baa… Baaa…”
Abaddon sighed and looked down at his bowl of “Great Guy” cereal. “I… have failed.”
To be fair you weren’t exactly paying attention. You were eating the mush bananas and mini pancakes that your mom had served you in your favorite small bowl. You were in your highchair sitting in between Ben and Nathan. While across from you sat Esther and Abaddon.
“Ohh.. let me try!” Nathan happily said as he turned to get your attention. “(Y/N) say Nathan! Nay-than.”
He was failing at getting your attention. Your whole concentration was trying to figure out how to use the small plastic spoon.
“Come on say Nay-than! I have a bet with your mom.”
You finally looked at your uncle and pointed your plastic spoon at him. “Dada!”
The whole table gasped, well everyone excluding Abaddon. Nathan squealed in delight. “This counts, right? Do I win the bet? Kathy! (Y/n) said their first word and it wasn’t mom. I win the bet!”
“That’s not fair! Your first word was supposed to be Esther! TeTe or something!” Esther groaned in her hands as she also lost the bet she had with her uncle and Mom.
“Dada!”
Right on queue, Katherine walks through the door into the kitchen looking nervous and anxious.
“Guys, I have something to say. It’s not easy.”
“Oh me too! (Y/N) said their first word.”
“Uncle Nathan was coaching them.” Ben said. Nathan gasped at his nephew.
“Okay I was.. BUT still that doesn’t count.”
You looked at your mom and gave her a toothy smile. “Dada.”
“Wow. Okay that hurts a bit." Katherine sighed. Looking at her other kids and Nathan, she finally let out the news. “I’m going on a date.”
Abaddon looked confused. “Why would someone date you?”
Five little words set Ben off defending his mom. Nathan happily looked at his sister.
“Kathy, I love this for you! Who’s the lucky fella.”
Katherine felt relieved knowing that her kids and her brother were supportive of her decision to start dating. Especially after the rocky divorce and your birth, Kathy deep down felt excited. After delegating who was in charge, which was now Esther since Ben lost privileges, Esther and anyone not dead was in charge of watching you.
Which is how you ended up at the bottom of the front desk eating prunes with Abaddon. He made sure to give you small pieces since Kathy had lectured him not to give you big food items. He learned from the last time he tried to stuff a donut in your mouth. Nathan kept glancing down just to make sure Abaddon was being careful with you. He trusted his ward, but he had to remember he was still new at dealing with babies.
With the little piece of dried prune you had in your hand, you offered it to Abaddon. “Dada?”
“I’ll take your offering.”
Esther came out of the elevator in a blazer, someone had left behind, and Ben was talking to his classmates about having a party at the hotel. Your mom was getting ready to leave but kept hesitating.
“Knock it out! Knock it out!” Ben, Nathan, and Esther were chanting at Katherine.
Abaddon come from under the desk with you in his hands. “Abaddon! Abaddon!” Every time he said his name he would lift you up like an offering.
Instead of saying bye to your mom you said your favorite new word. “Dada!”
The smile on Katherine’s face fell and she let out a groan. “Yes, I forgot about that. Bye Baby!”
As soon as Katherine left the hotel. Everyone went to work. Ben was getting ready for his “friends” to come, and Esther was trying to make executive decisions while “being in charge”.
You stuck around with Nathan and Abaddon, since the demon was very reluctant to let you go. At first Abaddon’s attachment to you worried Katherine but like Nathan this was Abaddon’s first-time experiencing life with a baby. You weren’t old enough to do things on your own like your siblings were, so to Abaddon you needed all the help you could get. Who better to step in than him.
Since you started walking, Katherine went out and bought a walker so it would be a little easier to get your footing right. To Abaddon he was now able to keep a better eye on you and push you around the Hotel, well the first floor of it; he was also made aware you were to not get near the stairs. You came with too many rules.
Abaddon felt the presence of PK before he even had the chance to see him. He looked around the living room to make sure there wasn’t anything that you could get to. “I must take care of an old grudge, stay here do not move.”
You just watched Abaddon crawl into to the vent and disappear. The TV was on in the living room, and you had your attention on that for a while, but you could only watch Batman for so long before getting bored. Anytime you tried to leave the room, Jessica would come out and push you back further into the living room. Luckily you thought it was a game and just laughed every time she gently pushed you. PK and all the kids, living and dead, were screaming upstairs. PK was breaking in doors and a lot of things that were happening upstairs sounded scary from where you were.
Your lips were trembling, and your eyes were getting watery. Jessica, with her multiple tentacles, was doing her best to soothe you without taking you out of your walker. With one tentacle she would rock your walker back and forth hoping the movement calmed you enough and she used another tentacle to hold your small hand hoping you could understand the message she was trying to convey, that everything was going to be okay. You just about tired yourself out at this point. Your eyes felt heavy, and your blinks got longer.
At another place in the hotel. Nathan looked around and counted the kids. “Guys, where’s (Y/N)”?
All eyes landed on Abaddon. “I told them to stay put.”
Nathan let out the lowest scream ever as he ran his hands down his face in panic. “Kathy is going to kill me… AGAIN!”
Ben booked it downstairs with the other horny teens and Randy. While his classmates ran out of the hotel in fear to their vehicles, Ben and Randy were looking in every room for you.
“(Y/N)! Are you playing hide and seek? Where are you~?” Despite the panic he was feeling he was doing his best to seem okay for you.
“Hey (Y/N) big brother Ben is here! Say Dada for me… Please.” His voice squeaked.
When he finally headed to the living room to check, the first thing Ben saw was Jessica using one tentacle to rock you while you were still in your walker and using the other tentacle to support your head while you slept.
“Oh… thank god.” He walked over to you, and Jessica went back to her own room.
Nathan was following PK around still, while Esther was trying to attach Abaddon’s detached arm back into place with tape when Ben came into the front lobby with you asleep in his arms. Your head was on his chest, and he gripped you firm enough to know he wasn’t going to drop you.
“Found them.”
Not even a few moments later, Katherine and Joel come into the hotel.
“Esther, how was your night?” Katherine looked at Esther holding Abaddon’s arm in place.
“You know, really good. Just about to get these kids to bed.” Esther looked at Abaddon and you.
“Oh I don’t sleep.”
Joel raised an eyebrow. “Uh, why doesn’t he sleep?”
“He does.” Katherine said.
“I don’t”
“He just means he has nightmares.” Katherine tried to sound sane.
“I am the nightmare.”
“I’m Joel!” Katherine’s date cheerily said.
“Anyways, Joel and I are going upstairs to look at the art!” Everyone watched both adults go up the stairs.
Ben, with you still in arms, looked around for the carrier. It was easy to carry you around when you were strapped in and with how this night was going if he needed to run it would be best if you were more secure.
Esther assisted strapping the carrier on Ben with you in it. Trying to put a sleeping child in one was a tedious task but they managed it somehow and now Ben had his arms free again and you safely strapped to his chest.
“There we go!”
His celebratory goal was short lived as PK kicked in the hotel’s front doors and ran towards the stairs. Ben was quick to move out of PK’s way especially with having you with him.
“He runs?!” Ben was panicking.
“Only when his victim can’t see him. He really cares how he’s perceived. Also, he’s going after your mom.” Nathan said.
“What? Why? She’s just upstairs looking at art with Joel.” Esther butted in.
Ben, Randy, and Nathan all stared at Esther with straight faces as the realization finally hit her.
“That’s what that means?!”
Everyone ran upstairs and Ben was doing his best to keep you from moving so much. Nathan and Randy were doing trying to stop PK but all their efforts were in vain as this man had a goal to accomplish and that was to kill Katherine.
“Prepare for 50 pounds of pain!” Abaddon yelled as he tried to attack PK.
“What do we do? He’s going to kill mom and I’m at a very weird age to become an orphan. I would need to take care of (Y/N).” Ben was panicking while rocking you. You had just woken up and Ben was doing his best to make sure you don’t cry because that was the last thing they needed right now.
Esther sighed. “Screw this. It’s a one-part plan. I kick his ass.”
She opened a drawer and pulled out a lighter and a can. “Hey, pillow face! Time for bed!”
PK was on fire when he busted through the door to the room, Katherine and Joel were in. Esther was paralyzed in disgust seeing her mom in the position she was in.
“That man is on fire!” Joel yelped.
“Esther? Sweetie, you okay?” Esther was still silent.
You rustled around in the carrier to look at where your mom’s voice was coming from. “Dada?”
Katherine groaned cursing your first word because now it had her date feeling a type of way.
“Give me back my tilby!” Abaddon jumped on PK and finally pulled out the hidden… trilby. Sure enough he did have it. Both Abaddon and PK fell out the window and at the bottom Abaddon was laughing maniacally.
The night ended as well as anyone could expect. Joel had to leave for a cat emergency, Esther was having a life crisis, Nathan was with PK making sure he left the hotel premises, and Ben was sitting with you on the couch in the living room. You were right on his hip with a sippy cup in your hand watching a mickey mouse show and Ben was talking to Randy about how cool they were for saving everyone.
Katherine came in with a traumatized Esther following suit. “I’m going to put these two to bed with a bedtime story.”
Hi guys! I am still in the process of writing (What became of us) 😀 I have been busy with school since it’s my last four classes to graduate. I like to upload all my chapters up front so that’s why it’s taking a bit, but thank you all for being patient with me. I started watching Haunted Hotel and I absolutely love it. Esther and Abbadon’s friendship, Nathan as a father figure despite being a ghost. It’s only 10 episodes but best believe I rewatch those 10 episodes as if I’m watching it for the first time lol I miss writing and need a break from life.. So I’ll be writing a few shorts.
Summary: (Y/N) Freeling, youngest sibling of Ben and Esther Freeling. Youngest child of Katherine Freeling and niece/ nephew of Nathan Freeling. You weren’t old enough to say words yet but you were big enough to rule the world alongside Abbadon, Ghost hunt with Esther, learn about the world from your favorite uncle, and listen to your brother rant about his nonexistent love life. You were just enjoying life with your odd family.
Another Freeling
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When Katherine Freeling got word that her brother Nathan passed on his hotel to her after his passing, she packed up her kids and made her way there. What she didn’t anticipate was that her brother… Her very much dead brother was now wandering around the hotel as a ghost and following him around was a 1400 year old demon named Abbadon who was trapped in a child’s body from the 1700s.
Esther and Ben grasped the change as well as Katherine could expect. (Y/N) was only a year and took everything well. Nathan was in tears when he saw you. He knew Kathy was pregnant with you but with her marriage in shambles and Nathan going through personal things he never had the opportunity to meet you.. until now that is. Having Katherine and the kids here made Nathan feel so happy. He felt more alive than when he did when he actually was alive.
Katherine was now running the hotel. Ben was still trying to find his place around school and Esther was exploring the world around the hotel. Which left Abaddon and Nathan keeping an eye on you… even if they were the absolute last resort.
“Come on (Y/N)… you can do it! Come walk to Uncle Nathan!”
You sat next to Abbadon staring at Nathan holding out his hands to encourage you to take your first steps.
“Why has this being not walked yet? I walked out of my mothers womb when I was smaller than them. Is it sick?”
Nathan laughed at how serious Abaddon was. “A human baby usually learns around this time. So now we have to teach little (Y/N) here to take their first steps.”
“Interesting.”
“(Y/N) come on! I want to rub it in your moms face that you like me more.”
You let out a giggle even if you couldn’t understand what he was saying just yet. You pushed yourself up and stood on your little two feet.
“Ah… they’re doing it! They’re doing it! Abaddon make sure they don’t fall!” Nathan kept a smile on his face despite freaking out. “Oh! KATHY! KATHY! Come here!”
Being in a freaky hotel had Katherine on edge, especially when the ghost and demons here usually had her kids on adventures that weren’t so safe. So hearing her brother frantically call her when she knew you were in their watch had her running… and running she did.
“What happened?!”
Nathan turned to his sister. “They’re walking! Look!”
And sure enough there you were taking your first steps towards your favorite uncle. “Bah… Bah…”
Kathy looked at her brother who has been nothing but happy since they came to the hotel. Nathan had took on the role of playing with her youngest child any chance he got when he wasn’t “running the hotel”. Nathan never got a chance to start a family or see the kids grow up. So this was a first for him in many ways. Especially Abaddon who was still getting used to the human world.
This is what began the adventures of Abaddon and (Y/N).
“The child requires fruit loops.” Abaddon told Kathy while you were strapped to his chest in a baby carrier. You didn’t have a care in the world, you just felt happy being carried everywhere.
Even Nathan started a whole routine with you. You had grown used to the ghost of the hotel but that didn’t mean Nathan wasn’t going to enforce rules when it came to his youngest niece/nephew. It was during the recent “town meeting” that all the ghost agreed scaring you was off limits. Everyone remembers when Stabby Paul accidentally went into your room and scared you to the point where you cried all night….. ALL NIGHT. Kathy was upset and lectured Nathan till his ears just about fell off. Even Ben and Esther were forced to sleep in your room to make sure no ghost bothered you for the rest of the night.
Ever since then, Nathan made it a habit to come into your room every night to tell you bedtime stories he made up, since he physically can’t open books anymore. Even if they were the most made up things ever.. cause what do you mean a car went up into space?.. you ate it all up and listened to every word from your uncle. Nathan felt at peace seeing your blinks gets longer and then after a while just hear your soft snores fill the low lit room. Courtesy to Scared Ben putting night lights in all the rooms. Nathan knew he couldn’t do much in the situation he was in. He did learn that he could be useful without having to touch things. So as long as he could keep you happy, he genuinely felt the happiest he’s ever been.
Maybe he could convince Kathy to leave open books for him around your room, so he could remix old stories and make them more fun!
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It wasn’t so great but it felt good writing something lol I might do another short with Nathan having you as a kid. But we’ll see.
Note: I mass uploaded the chapter I already had :) I was 23 pages in and needed to break the writing in half before I lost track of where I was lol I hope you guys enjoy <3 I will be continuing it more so I can do another mass upload with this story
Joshua “J” Cody, had not lived a normal day since he was five years old. That’s only because it was about as far back as he could remember. His mother, Julia Cody, did her best to raise him away from the cursed Cody family so it was always just him and his mother. Julia only knew one life, no matter how far away she got the life always kept creeping its way back in.
When he needed to get away for a bit, he would go sit at this cafe on The Strand and just sit there at the counter to study. The owner was a super sweet person who made sure he was always fed and occasionally would bring him stuff.
“I was out shopping for this little girl here.” You told him one morning when you brought your baby with you to the shop. She roughly looked to be about one, with red curls, green eyes and a gummy smile. “And I picked stuff up for you! You can’t say no because I already bought them and if anything doesn’t fit just let me know.”
J never had some stranger just be nice to him like this.
“I don’t have any money for this.” J gently pushed the shopping bags closer to you.
“Nonsense, you’re a growing boy and it’s nothing major.” You shoved the bags back to him. “Plus little Chloe here says you can’t say no.”
“Bahh, Bahh, Bah….”
“See! She said no, drool and all.” J smiled when Chloe reached for him.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” He asked hesitantly.
“Kid if you ever need anything you come to me. I don’t care what it is. If it’s bugging you so much you can pay me back by focusing on your studies. It’s our job as adults to take care of the kids.”
“You don’t seem that much older than me.” J raised an eyebrow.
“Get back to studying. I was trying to sound cool.” You huffed as Chloe giggled in your arms.
J’s admiration for you grew over the next few years. You helped his mother out when you could though Julia was prideful and refused any help that was offered. There was always food in the fridge and clothes on his back. He wasn’t sure how to ever repay you for everything you’ve done for him, so he offered to watch Chloe anytime he could. You had pretty much adopted the boy.
You were very careful in how much the kids knew of your… other activities. Things with SAMCRO had been escalating over the years, so bad to the point you had to hire Anthony, a very respected lawyer in California. He was a godsend, as he didn’t ask personal questions just what he needed to know to cover your ass. He even helped buy properties legally and made sure your boys stayed away from prison. The Oceanside Charter, though still deemed the scary biker gang, had actually been more attentive to the community and because of the legal income that was coming in the illegal activities were dwindling. You had the best intentions for your little family, your business, and most importantly the children you took under your wing.
Three years was all it took for J’s life to completely derail, as he sat next to his deceased mother’s body on the couch in their tiny apartment. It was terrifying that the one person who he completely relied on was here one moment and then… just gone the next. J was numb when he called his grandmother, Janine, and informed her on the news of his mother’s passing.
“Pack up a bag baby. I’ll be there.”
Janine’s reaction to his mother’s death made J feel sick to his stomach. What mother sounded so disinterested in their own child’s death? When Janine finally came to get him, her face was so casual it made bile build up in his throat. Did his mother mean anything to her? J knew he had to suck it up and hold it in because where else could he go? He didn’t want to bug you. As much as he wanted to just forget everything, to just pick up the phone and call you to get him, J knew he couldn’t because this was a family matter. A family matter for a family that could care less about him.
When he finally made it to Janine’s house, almost all his uncles were there. Deran, Craig,and Baz did their best to make him feel comfortable though they weren’t sure how. J was essentially a stranger in his own family. Janine gave him Pope’s room in the meantime while he was still serving time. When J laid down, the hollow feeling in his chest grew. He missed his mom. He missed you, even little Chloe who now called him ‘Uncle JJ’.
He can do this. He was a big boy.
Being around his uncles always reminded him of why his mother did her best to keep him away. They were not good people. J was pretty sure Craig was made with blood, tissue, and drugs. Deran was moody and always away from the house. Baz wasn’t even his actual uncle but he smiled in his face while his action said something completely different. J finally met his last uncle, Pope, when he came into his room during a party.
“Who are you?” J pretty much jumped out of his skin and turned around to see a man standing in the corner of his room. ,
“I’m Jay. Julia’s son.”
Pope just stared at the boy. Right in front of him was the last piece of his twin sister she left behind. Since getting out of prison this man had a whole list of things to do. The first objectives were to come home, find you, see his baby for the first time, and find some way to win you back. Seeing his nephew was not on the list. In fact finding out his sister had overdosed herself had him spiraling. Was losing people the Cody way he had to get used to? Or was this just Pope’s punishment?
“Hey baby you doing ok- “ Janine froze in her steps. Seeing as her grandson took off from the party she came to check on him. What she didn’t anticipate was seeing her eldest son out of prison.
“Pope! Welcome back sweetheart.”
Pope looked at J with a somber look. “Thank you for ruining my surprise.” J sighed in relief the moment Janine took Pope with her to meet with everyone else. J really wanted to leave.
He finally snapped after a month of secrets, distrust looks from his uncles and the excessive hovering from Janine. J packed up his backpack with a spare outfit and his assignments, got on his bike and made his way to your house. Not without Pope noticing.
J finally made it to your home. His other home. Before he even had the chance to knock on the door, it swung open. You were so worried, he could see it in your eyes and body language.
“Come in J! This is your home too. Relax”. His heart never felt more full.
As soon as he stepped in, Chloe came barreling into his legs and you disappeared into the kitchen. From the mouth watering smell you were in the middle of cooking dinner. J looked down at the little girl that was attached to his legs, her curls were longer and she now had teeth, it made J sad on how much she grew.
“JayyyJayyy…Juice.” (It’s just JJ but Chloe stretches it out) J smiled and picked her up as she outstretched her arms.
“Yes, yes let’s get you juice.”
When J made his way to the kitchen, his heart just about dropped to his stomach seeing Lena at the table doing her homework. You were cooking dinner, attention on the browning meat while Lena asked her questions out loud and you did your best to answer. It finally snapped in his head.
“Do you know my family?” J was quick to notice how you stopped scrambling the meat. In fact you didn’t even move.
“Lena baby, why don’t you take Choe and put on your favorite cartoon! Dinner’s almost ready anyways and we’ll finish your homework after.”
Six year old Lena smiled, honestly happy to get away from the blasphemous worksheet, and made her way to J and Chloe.
“Hi Jayy.”
“Hi Lena.”
“Ena!” Chloe wiggled out of J’s arms and grabbed Lena’s hand as the older girl dragged her to the living room to make her watch her favorite show.
You lowered the temperature and sharply turned to J. “Yes I know your family. That little girl in there is your damn cousin.. Well both of them are. Your shitty grandmother left your mother to fend for herself and I didn’t know about you until I saw Julia.”
“You took care of me out of pity? Because I am related to Chloe?” J was beyond stressed.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I met Deran when we were in high school. I had just moved here. I met your whole family. Your mom was literally the best human ever, just fell in love with the wrong person and by how everything is now Baz is still a shitty father. And no I did not take care of you out of pity. I took care of you because I love you. In a not creepy way, you’re just a kid who got dealt the wrong cards and it’s not your fault. You don’t have to bear the weight of the world alone and if I can make it easier than I am. I don’t want anything from you just to be happy and healthy. Isn’t that what family does?”
“Wait…. Baz is my dad?”
“You didn’t know? Fucking Janine is telling you anything. Yes Baz is your dad. I clearly remember Julia freaking out about you. How much do you not know? In fact, where have you been this whole time?”
“I called Smurff. I.. uh.. I didn’t want to involve you… or burden you.” J avoided your gaze. “I didn’t know about all this. Wait, who is Chloe’s dad? Is it Deran??”
You just stared at J like he grew another head. “J… I’m about to burst some bubbles right now. Deran is gay. Like having a secret boyfriend no one knows about gay. How none of you noticed is beyond me. That’s what you really took out of this conversation? Jesus J. Chloe’s dad is Andrew by the way.”
“Andr-….. POPE?”
J’s heart might give out at this point. First, the one person he actually looked up to turned out to be his aunt in.. relationship? Oh my god, were you married to Pope? Chloe is his cousin. You knew his mother, you took care of him despite not realizing you guys were related. Deran was your best friend apparently. That means Janine knew about you… Honestly J’s head was just spinning.
“Since we’re just spitting out the truth… I work for the Sons of Anarchy. I was moved here to oversee the Oceanside Charter, like my mom does in Charming. Oh I’m from Charming too by the way! All dirt and sand. Anyways, I am a hired gun and I’m trying to make this charter go legitimate. I have properties legally under my name, like the stripjoint and cafe. Those businesses are not used to launder money, they're actual income sources. Which will be expanding into the porn industry soon…. That’s a conversation for another time.”
J just stared at you. This was the real you. Not the flour and smiles he has seen these past two years. You were a business person. Calculated, cunning…
“Your grandmother literally will step on anyone to get what she wants. She’s doing it with your uncles. She did it with Julia. She’s going to do it to you, Chloe and Lena. That’s why I’m stepping in. You and Lena deserve a future where you’re happy and if it’s to get far, far away from here I’ll make that happen just do not get sucked into her web of lies J.”
He understood, he really did. Janine was not someone that he could trust. In fact, how she handled his mother’s death hurt more than he let on because no matter how much of a mess Julia was, she was still his mother. The same mother that did her best to keep him away from this family.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was going to eventually. When I had everything sorted out.” You opened the drawer that was near the stove, the random drawer with stuff and pulled out an envelope. “Here, this is a key to this house and there’s a bank card for the account I opened up for you. I had been putting money away for you, the second time you visited my cafe with books in your hand. I will be giving you a good life even if it’s the last thing I do. You, Chloe and Lena deserve more than this.”
J was just about in tears at this point. You loved him. It showed in everything you did for them. Lena and him weren’t even blood related to you and you were doing so much more than any of their actual family did. In the short time he had been at Janine’s house he saw how Baz and Catherine treated Lena, and to find out that Lena is his little sister just sat heavy on his heart because they were just two children dealt the wrong cards.
“Dinner is just about ready. You have a room here now, so please feel free to come here whenever. Put up your stuff and make sure all of you wash your hands.”
This dinner was the best dinner he’s ever had. Even if it was simple meat, potatoes, and corn, J was sitting at a table surrounded by people who actually loved him. Chloe was offering J her small spoon full of corn and Lena was rambling on about a show J had told her to watch. You were being attentive and made sure everyone was content, despite rarely touching your own food. This is where he felt at home.
While the inside of the house was filled with soft lights and chattering, Pope sat in the darkness of the night. The lights on his Jeep were off and he was parked directly across the street. Pope needed to know where the kid was going off too, after learning what the family did for a living J was not keen on being home as often. That alone worried Pope since J was essentially a stranger, his last memory being when he was only five years old. Pope’s heart just about gave out the moment the kid knocked on the door and you answered. Three years of yearning, three years of regretting, three years of praying and you were finally in a place he could reach. One of the front windows of the house gave him a perfect view of the dining room where his niece Lena was sitting next to his daughter in her high chair and you were smiling as you did your rounds making sure all the kids were eating.
Pope wanted to be there. He wanted to sit at that table, to wrap his arms around you while the children's laughter and chattering filled the room. Help put the kids to bed and even help J with whatever he needed. You made a home without him and that was no one’s fault but his own. Pope stopped to see Catherine a few days after he was released from prison. Seeing the unhappy woman now literally pulled the veil off his eyes because Catherine Belen did not like this life. She did not like his brothers and she for sure did not like Janine Cody, which Pope couldn’t fault because he understood. Catherine never wanted him and he was okay with that because all Pope wanted was you.
Over the next few months things started falling into place again. Business had been doing good, the expansion to the cafe was in its infant stages. You even found out that your baby was a girl. You were so excited, Deran on the other hand had a few things to say. “Another one? Can’t one of you have boys already?”
Everything was going smoothly. Lu and Jinx, finally made their move to Oceanside to be closer to you. Agreeing to live nearby the condo, close enough to go in minutes if you called but far enough so Jinx doesn’t curse you. (Your words not mine… lol) You were never going to forgive him for losing your car. The car wasn’t even stolen! So if you’re ever in Charming and see a random black car with stickers on the back bumper it’s yours and has been missing for the past ten years. It’s a super power, you’re sure of it.
The day finally came when Catherine finally grew the balls to face you. It was a Saturday afternoon, roughly around one pm, when she came strolling in Deja Brew with Lena right on her tail. You could tell she was hesitant to be here. Her eyes kept flickering to you and the door. Your lips curled into a slow, cruel smile, the corners of your eyes barely crinkling as you watched Catherine squirm where she stood. She should count her blessings that the counter separated her from you.
“I’m sorry..”
“Daniella, why don’t you let Lena decorate her own cupcake.” Your assistant eyed the both of you before turning to Lena. “Hey baby, want to help me decorate a cupcake so your mommy and auntie can talk?”
“YES!” Lena went around the counter and held Daniella’s hand. When the two were out of sight, you turned back to Catherine with a scowl on your face.
“You’re pregnant? Congratul-….”
“What are you doing here Catherine?”
“Pope wrote me a letter saying he told you what happened between us.” Of all the things that could’ve come out of her mouth. Of course he would. Keep it cool, don’t lose composure. You’re in public. Deep breaths. “I came to apologize.”
“You know Catherine… I don’t like you. Truth be told I never did. You glamorized this life so much because it gave you everything you ever wanted but then you’re quick to turn around and complain that you’re stuck in it. You weren’t happy with Baz, so you had to stick your pretty nails in the next best option. Was it worth it Cat? Feel better about yourself? You always strung Pope along until it was convenient for you huh?” You were furious, you were hurt and honestly you did not give two shits that she was crying before you. “If you were in my shoes wouldn’t you do the same? What if I had slept with Baz and kept it from you. You think you would be as calm as I am?”
Catherine hadn’t said one word but you could see she was biting her lips while she cried. “No you wouldn’t be. The difference between me and you Catherine Belen is that I grew up in this life. I live, I die, I kill for my family. I don’t need anyone associated with a Cody name to help me raise my kid. So you can write Pope back and tell him everything I said too since you two are still so buddy, buddy with each other. Hope he fulfills every fucking fantasy you have.”
Lena came bubbling back to the front of the shop with her poorly decorated cupcake, she was so proud of it too. “Look Titi!”
“How cute is that! Look at you Lena, you’re going to help me with the cupcakes when you get older? I’m sure people are going to love them.”
“Yes! Yes. Baby help too?” Your heart swelled.
“Yes. Baby will be here to decorate with you.” You looked at Catherine wiping her tears with a strained smile on her face so Lena wouldn’t worry. “If you still need help watching her I will, better my care than the devil herself. I still hate you but it’s not Lena’s fault.” You whispered the last part loud enough for only Catherine to hear.
Four months came and gone faster than you knew. You were now officially a week over your due date. It hurt to move, your feet were swollen, the baby’s nursery wasn’t set up yet, and no one was here with you. Just as you anticipated, Clay had the club in a rough patch right now. Opie was arrested on a job gone wrong… you couldn’t remember the precise details from the call earlier. You understood where everyone’s focus was at the moment, Donna was going to need all the help she could get.
No one ever told you how lonely this journey would be. You bought a new home closer to the beach, a beautiful three bedroom two bath but it had yet to feel like an actual home. The walls weren’t painted the color you wanted, you haven’t been able to pick the frames you want to hang pictures up in, almost all your furniture was still in wrapping, and you’re pretty sure you need to go grocery shopping too. Everything felt overwhelming. Nothing was perfect. In the silence of your own home you were able to safely swim in your own thoughts and most of the time they almost always ventured to Pope. The scenario of him shirtless sitting in the rocker holding your baby girl on his chest, soothing her little whimpers by talking about facts on something he was interested in. He wasn’t much of a singer but he’d do anything for his baby, even if that meant him singing the worst rendition of twinkle, twinkle little star. If someone were to ask you if you were okay you always said yes that you got this in the bag, but if someone asked you on a deeper level you would say you missed Pope. You would say you wanted your family together and you wanted Pope to be here for Chloe and you.
Call you emotional but this has been so hard. Especially seeing other people with their own families. You just wanted yours, the one you always dreamed of. Even Catherine, who ruined yours, was in her happy period with Baz and Lena. You hated it, you hated her, you hated all of this. You were so deep in your emotional turmoil that you ignored the uncomfortable pull in your abdomen. That was until the pain increased and it became hard to ignore. Of course… it would be now your baby decides to come.
“Trying to cheer up mom already huh babes. Alright let’s head to the doctor already. I can’t wait to see you.” You whispered to your rounded belly.
At exactly eight that same evening, Chloe Teller-Cody was born 6lbs 8 oz with a head full of short curls and eyes as green as her fathers. She was literally the most beautiful human being ever. Tears pooled in your eyes, despite being without your mother, your brother, and especially Pope… you were so happy. Chloe’s whimpers softened the moment the nurses placed her on your bare chest.
All the bustling around you went deaf to your ears. Looking at the little human being that was half of you and half Pope, made every other thing in life feel so insignificant. Your views on life, your priorities, your vision, your future all changed in a blink of an eye. Having Chloe here made you reevaluate your choices moving forward from here on out. Jax’s dreams were no longer yours, in hindsight you probably never really thought about your own future. You were the club’s tradesman, their hit man, their source of income, but where does it leave you in the end? Here….alone.
No you couldn’t do this, you can’t continue to play this game anymore. You had a life to live. As you looked down at Chloe, you realized you had someone else to live for too.
Jax Teller was not in the mood.
He was tired, stressed and ready for a nap, but that was not in his cards at the moment. Jax was doing his rounds around California, his first stop was visiting Opie in San Joaquin County Correctional Facility. He needed to ensure that he was okay before leaving to see you. After leaving that facility, a few hours later he was in yet another prison to visit Pope. This was for sure his last stop before heading to you. The buzzing noise of the metal doors opening broke Jax’s train of thought. While the inmates started piling in the visiting room, his blue eyes locked on to the very person he was here to see.
“You look like shit.”
“So do you.” A man of a few words, Jax sighed.
Blue met Green and the silence grew more heavy. “How is she?”
“Has her hands full.” Jax pulled out pictures from his front pocket before sliding them across the table. “Congratluations. She just about cloned you.”
Pope couldn’t breathe. His hands shakingly picked up the photos and a mix of emotions were hitting him all at once that he couldn’t put it in words. You had a baby. You had HIS baby. How did something that beautiful come from him? One photo was of the sonogram, the next photo was of you holding her in your arms right after birth with the biggest smile plastered on your face, the next photo was a close up of his daughter sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed, the standard pink hospital hat and a purple onesie that said “Hi daddy.”
“(N/N) named her Chloe Teller-Cody. I think she knew I would stop by to visit you at some point, if you couldn’t tell from the onesie.”
“She didn’t tell me.”
“I don’t know man… she tried to tell you before, I guess that’s when you two had your fall out.”
Ah that moment… that horrible moment months ago. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, let alone lose you but the shame and guilt were eating him alive. Pope didn’t deserve you. Everything he’s done in life never warranted him a happy ending and it was something he came to terms with. That was until you. Being around you felt like two stories blending into one.
(Y/N) Teller was everything the teenage Pope had ever prayed for, his faith even solidified itself after meeting you for the first time. He knew… He absolutely knew in the depths of his heart you were created just for him.* You stole his heart, integrated yourself in every fiber of his being and now gave him a little thing he never knew he needed. You were his family.. the mother of his child, the love of his life, his future. His chest felt like it was going to collapse in itself knowing you were out there thinking he didn’t love you.
“Alright brother.. I got to head out. (Y/N) and Chloe are waiting for me to go build a crib and from the phone call I got earlier Deran’s having trouble putting furniture together. Keep the pictures.”
All Pope could do was painfully nod as he watched his brother in law leave the visiting area.
(Next)
A/N: Y’all I saw TikTok edits of Pope deserving more in life and that literally got me in TEARS. Like if I just went through a whole breakup crying because IT’S TRUE. This man just wanted someone to love him! His own mother used him, Catherine I firmly believed loved the attention he gave her, and any other women he met couldn’t understand him. All he did was for the family. I literally had to go back and change a few things because as much wrong he did, he’s still learning. He’s never had someone actually love him for him. Going to have to tag this piece Angst with a happy ending cause god dang it Pope is going to have one! Okay rant over lol
(This was a little after finding out about Catherine and Pope. Just to clear a slight confusion about the timeframe since it’s going back and forth.)
You felt like you were drowning. The world around you went silent as the raging thoughts in your head began to consume you. Pope and Catherine… God you felt stupid. There was always a part of you that KNEW he was always going to have feelings for his childhood friend, you KNEW and still tried to win his heart but in the end it was like you were the only one who couldn’t see the bigger picture. To make matters worse this dumb broad still looked you dead in the eye every fucking day to ask to take care of her child. Of course you’d do anything for Lena. You don’t fault children for their parent’s bad decisions. As much as you loved that little girl you couldn’t be here right now. You needed to leave. Catherine was walking a very thin line with you and if you had to see her one more time, there’s no telling what you would do to her.
You called your assistant at the cafe and your assistant at Red Studio to cover you until you come back from your extended personal time off. You gave Deran the keys to your house, told him to make himself at home until you came back. You just wanted to go home. As much as you loved Deran, the thought of being around any Cody or Blackwell at the moment made a knot in your stomach. You wanted your big brother, your father figure, Juice and hell even Tig at this point. With no notice to anyone you just packed your bag in the middle of the night, took a few thousand from your home safe, grabbed the keys to your truck and took off. Your thoughts were running wild and you hated it. We’ll just blame the baby.
The first stop you made was at the Nomad Charter Clubhouse. It was about two in the morning when you were knocking on the door to the Nomad’s clubhouse. Rane Quinn was exhausted, with the new blood coming in and the increase of runs, it was taking a toll on the man. In the past few days, a good night’s sleep was rare to come by. Rane sat at his desk within the clubhouse and sighed within his hands. God he was tired. The knocking at the door echoed
through the silent clubhouse. Rane looked at the digital clock at his desk and 2:05 AM was plastered in the bold red numbers.
“Who is here at this time?” Rane grumbled as he made his way to the front. When he got closer to the wide doors the knocks softened. “Who’s there?”
“Uh.. It’s me, Uncle Rane.” The elder man's eyes widened and quickly pulled open the doors. “(Y/N) what are you doing here so late? Are you by yourself?”
Rane took notice of his god daughter’s attire. You were in an oversized black hoodie and fluffy purple pants. He was quick to notice your puffy eyes and pouty lips. You looked as bad as he did. “Come in. I’ll get you a beer, maybe put on a show. You still like that cartoon with the blue cat?”
On came the waterworks. “Rane I’m fucking old already. I haven’t watched cartoons in ages, it’s not like I have the damn time anyways! If the club doesn’t need me, my jobs require my attention 24/7 cause god forbid anyone actually reads instructions for anything!” Quinn had to sit down for this emotional outburst you were having. You were literally walking back and forth talking animatedly with your hands. He remembers little seven year old you doing the same thing, when you used to follow him around asking questions about anything and everything in the same manner you were now. He was glad some things never changed.
“AND Don’t get me started on alcohol consumption because for the next nine months I can’t have a sip. Like don’t get me wrong, I’m happy about my little bean but I can’t drink or eat the things I like anymore! I threw up a fucking cookie.. A COOKIE QUINN! I own a cafe and can’t eat my own treats.” And now you were crying in your hands.
Wait…. “You’re pregnant?"
Oh god.. His godchild was having a baby…
“Does Gemma know?”
“You’re literally the first stop on the way to Charming. Not even Happy knows. Surprise! You’re going to be a grandpa.”
His godchild was having a baby.. AND he was the first to know. Gemma is going to murder him. Make it look like an accident and make sure she’s smiling in her mugshot. Might even burn down the clubhouse, rage war against the charters… all because he was the first to know that the newest grandchild was coming before her.
You let out a genuine laugh, like ribs aching hard to catch your breath laugh because here was a six foot something grown man scared of your mother. No matter how much you were hurting, your family always found some way to make you feel better.
“You’re going to get me killed, Kid.” Rane laughed while slowly pulling you in for a hug. “I won’t pry on why you’re here at two in the morning crying your eyes out. Just know when everything comes out, I’ll help hide the body of whoever dared to make my baby cry.”
You haven’t been in Rane’s arms in a very long time but when you were it always felt like home. The smell of teakwood and leather filled your senses and it calmed every frazzled nerve you had. You were never this close to Clay Morrow, there was always something about that man that never sat right with you. Especially in how quick he was to move in on your mom when your father died, move into their home soon after he was buried and sit in the same seat your father did. While Jax had Clay to lean on, you had your own support, like Happy and this wonderful man.
“Alright kid, you just aged me ten more years and made me a grandpa all in one night. My old heart can’t take anymore excitement. Maybe in the morning, I can’t wait to see Happy flip his shit when he finds out. Lu and Jinx will also be here in the morning.”
Rane heard your soft snores before realizing how still you were. Your ability to sleep anywhere was still a feat he couldn’t get used to. Rane scooped you up and took you to an extra room that was deep cleaned in the clubhouse. Maybe it was just having you home but Rane Quinn finally felt relaxed enough to lay down and get some sleep.
Happy Lowman can clearly remember the day Rane Quinn dragged his newly patched ass all the way to Charming, California just to meet the newest addition to SAMCRO. This little pink 6lbs baby that was wrapped in a pink blanket was plopped into his arms by none other than the President and father himself, John Teller. Seeing The President introduce his daughter with the biggest smile on his face would have anyone thinking he won the lottery or something. But John felt like he did because after two boys he finally had a little girl. John Teller stared at the scene before him, Rane Quinn cooing over his newborn that was nestled in the arms of a man that looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here.
“Rane, Happy.. Meet your goddaughter” (John was not about to pick a godmother for you. Gemma would just about kill him for letting another woman raise you.)
That felt ages ago.
Now twenty something years later, here he was with that same child telling him she was having her own child. What… The….. Fuck….
“Surpriseeee… Grandpa Happy.” You said softly, uncomfortable with the glare your father figure was giving you.
Happy felt like he was going to throw up.
Telling Happy and Rane about the pregnancy seemed a lot simpler than telling your mom and brother. Gemma Teller was ready to start a whole charter war and possibly burn down the Nomad Clubhouse for not being the first to know the good news. In fact you were pretty sure Rane got a whole earful this morning about that. If there’s one thing about Gemma that people knew, it’s that she took pride in being a mother. Jax, Thomas, and you were everything she could’ve ever asked, but knowing she was going to be a grandma for the first time had her on cloud nine. Her baby is having a baby, her first grandchild! Gemma was already prepping plans on handling Janine Cody, because there was no future in which that woman was going to be called grandma before her.
“That tart can go to hell.. I’m this baby’s grandma.”
Jax was ecstatic. Not only was he going to be an uncle for the first time but his little sister was about to become a mom for the first time.
“I am so happy for you.” Jax whispered in your hair, while he had you in a hug. “Baby Teller is going to have the best mom ever!”
What you didn't know was that Jax already knew about Pope before you even showed up in Charming. Rane was quick to inform him the moment he knew the details. Jax knew whatever happened between the two of you was pretty bad, but you weren’t bruised, broken or injured so nothing physical happened and that took the weight of worry off his shoulders. Because he knew you so well, Jax knew he wasn’t going to get the answers to his questions by asking you. So he took extra measures to make sure you weren’t hiding anything from him. His informant, Cal, was his eyes and ears in Folsom State Prison and updated him on everything with Pope. You would call him crazy for worrying but at the end of the day he was still a big brother worrying about his baby sister.
Every part of your being was aching to stay in Charming, even if it was for a bit longer. You enjoyed Gemma pampering you and the food runs with Tig and Juice. Everyone was pretty sure Tig picked up on your cravings.
“What? Why is everyone looking at me?... Pickles and peanut butter actually taste good together.”
Even the ever stoic Happy was fretting over you in little ways. No you were not allowed to pick up big things. Put those grocery bags down, get the croweaters to do this. Have you eaten? No? Here’s a burger you better eat everything. Even your first sonogram was kept nicely folded in his wallet. As much as you wanted to settle at home once more you needed to go back to Oceanside. The Charter needed you back to help manage the runs and events coming up, your assistant was in talks about expanding Deja Brew, and there was going to be a hiring opening for new girls for Red Studio. The club was increasing its revenue meaning more opportunities were arising.
The club was thankful for your contribution. With the revenue coming in, weapons dealing came to a minimum and income was put to another use. In times like this you were glad you could never be patched with SAMCRO, with the way Clay was leading the club things were about to go astray real quick. The elders of the club were also brainwashed to believe that bloodshed and fear was the MCs way, Jax on the other hand believed they could be more and you believed it too. Until Jax decides to pave his way it’s best if you stayed away from club business. Which meant you need to start making moves away from the club.
Deran was the first person that received the news that you were home and surprisingly it came in the form of a text message.
(Y/N) is home. Take care of her. - Jax (Sent at 8:02 am)
Deran has stayed at Janine’s the night before just to recuperate from the party that Craig had thrown. He was still in bed when the message came in and in a blink of an eye he threw on a shirt, grabbed his keys and hightailed it to your condo. You had been gone for about a month and a half! Your phone was off. Jax never answered his calls. In the case you were upset with him, he didn’t want to take the trip to Charming just to have the door slammed in his face. So he just waited for you to come back. Deran made it to your condo in record time.
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling and calling! Did you block me? Are you hurt? What happen-……”
“I’m pregnant. Your brother slept with Catherine and hid it from me for years! I was trying to be a good person, Deran.. I really was. I knew of Pope’s feelings towards her, I get it that’s on me but for them to do this behind my back and keep it from me. Catherine literally asks me to watch Lena every other weekend! I am not going to be used like this Deran. Pope wants to be chasing a girl who’s making her rounds with the brothers that’s on him! And I swear to god if she shows her face in front of me again.. pregnant or not she’s getting what she deserves.”
A lopsided, almost childish smile played on Deran’s lips, hinting at a lack of seriousness. “You’re pregnant. I’m going to be an uncle.”
“Again Der, again! Lena is your niece too.”
”You know what I mean.”
“Yeah.. kinda scared to be honest.”
”You should be. What if they come out looking like Pope? That’s going to be one ugly baby.” Deran teased.
Janine “Smurf” Cody was not happy. Of all her boys, her youngest comes and goes as he pleased, which did not sit right with her at all. Considering she mostly kept her family in line by following orders. Smurf never knew who Deran was with or what he was doing. Smurf never liked when she didn’t have control. So in desperate times she used the best weapon she had. Andrew “Pope” Cody, her eldest son.
“Pope baby.. Can you do me a favor?”
A favor that led him to this exact moment where Andrew had to stake out his own little brother. He was sitting in his truck by the beach parking lot waiting to see said brother among the patrons that were here. While waiting, Pope thought back on the changes in his little brother. Deran still did what he needed to during their operations but left the house as soon as he got his cut. When everyone asked what he was up to it was always the same answer “Just have plans”. Deran rarely stayed for family dinners and barely came to the parties anymore. (Not that Pope was any better)
Pope needed to see first hand what had Deran’s attention. Was it a string of jobs that he kept hidden from the family? Did he have a girlfriend? Did he have a stash house? Even Pope thought the worst, what if his little brother let an outsider in? People were hard to trust in their line of work. The many possibilities kept swarming in his head and each scenario that had played out never had a good outcome. He needed to get to the bottom of this once and for all.
What he didn’t anticipate was his little brother sitting in some cafe on The Stand happily chatting it up with the barista…. Or who he thought was one. He later found out that you were the owner of Deja Brew. (Literally looked up cafe names and saw this! I was like I had to use it lol.) Over the next few weeks, the more Pope lingered around your shop the more he learned about you. He learned you loved baking and brewing. Deran would occasionally bring home pastries from your cafe and when anyone ever questioned where he got them from it was always “from a friend”, but Pope knew exactly where they came from. He knew the hands that put in the work to make these delicious treats. And when Pope was alone he would imagine those same hands all over him.
You were not kept a secret for long. In fact it was sheer luck.. Or an unfortunate circumstance that the heist Baz planned out interfered with a SAMCRO job and their client. Yup they interfered so much that Baz, Pope, Craig and Deran and another man were all tied up in a warehouse with a sack over their heads.
“Hey! Let us go, we can talk about this like adults!” Craig shouted but muffled.
“Help! Help me!! Help!!” The odd man out kept screaming. The SAMCRO members stood around them to make sure none of them stepped out of line.
“Alright… gentlemen. You guys just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I won’t hold it against you but I also can’t let you go. You know too many witnesses and too many eyes… blah,blah,blah…”
Deran stopped struggling in his binds. “Y/N?”
“Deran?!”
You quickly pulled off the sack that was over his head and smiled when his pretty face came into view. “Really? Of all times Der. I have a phone, you know.”
“How was I supposed to know?”
“By calling! And anyways the money you all were about to take belongs to someone else. Someone you guys don’t want to get in bed with.”
“Wait, what do you mean?” Another man asked from down the row where they were kneeled.
“Friend of yours Deran?”
“Family. They’re my brothers.”
Excitement filled your body. “Oh my god!! The infamous brothers you talk about. Boys take off the sacks. I want to see the grand reveal.”
Lucas (Lu) and Nick (Jinx - was given to him by you because everytime you’re around him you lose something.. And it’s been proven) started taking off the sacks one by one. When Pope’s sack came off he finally had his eyes on you. The object of his wet dreams stood before him in black cargo pants and a simple black tee with a huge ass smile on your face. He knew that look in your eyes all too well as he’s seen it in the mirror many times before.
“Who the hell are you?” Craig asked.
“I’m Deran’s best friend (Y/N). Nice to meet y’all, I wish it was under better circumstances.”
“You BITCH. Let me go right now!” You turned your attention to the last man in the row. He for sure looked like he didn’t belong in this bunch. You walked over and crouched in front of him just to make sure you were eye level with him.
“Gary, do you know who you just screwed over? You screwed up so badly that they had to send me to clean up your mess just so it won’t blow back on the Son’s.”
“(Y/N) they’re here.” Jinx piped in.
“Go ahead and let them in. Sorry boys. I need y’all covered for this.” Lu put the sacks back on their heads.
“Hey! What’s going on?” Baz looked worried.
“Shhhh…”
“NO. NO. NO!! Let me go! I’m sorry! I’M SORRY! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN. PLEASE!” Gary screamed and struggled in his binds. Lu tied a thick rope around Gary’s head and stopped his mouth from moving. It didn’t stop the muffled scream though.
Jinx rolled up the warehouse door and a black shiny vehicle came in. Despite the smile that was on your face you were actually quite nervous. You knew better than to get in bed with anyone Cartel related. It's why you chose to go about opening legitimate businesses so you wouldn’t cross these types of people. As hopeful as you were, SAMCRO was not perfect. They chose people in hopes they bring in more income and all it takes is one mistake to end up in a situation like this. With the head of the fucking Galindo Cartel and his right hand man Nestor, getting out of his fancy vehicle in your personal warehouse.
“(Y/N) Teller.” Galindo purred. “My spunky little psychopath. Look how you’ve grown. Just as pretty as your mother.”
This man was scary. Especially since he worked closely with the rival gang. You were not a patched member in SAMCRO therefore decision making was not in your cards. You were just sent where you were needed to help the club. Even times when they need to get their hands dirty. Normally this was Happy’s forte but he needed to stay close to your brother. That meant you were the next best choice.
“Galindo, always nice to see you and you as well Nestor. Did you grow more?” You joked.
“No, you just shrunk.” Galindo smirked at the two.
“I am here for my package.” The muffled screams could still be heard from behind you. “And it looks like I got a few more.” You momentarily froze.
“They’re mine. I have to teach my boys to keep their hands to themselves.”
“Ah.. I see.”
You turned away from both men and walked towards your screaming hostage. Lu handed you the dufflebag full of cash and went back to keeping a grip on Gary.
“Here you are. All in full, I even managed to catch the rat that was sniffing around.”
“Thank you, Princesa. You can tell your brother and Alvarez they’re squared away and they have you to thank for that.” Galindo eyed you. “Now finish the job.”
This was a test and you knew it. Luckily this was a test you already knew the answers to. You pulled out your handgun you kept tucked in the back of your pants that your baggy shirt covered, pointed at the squirming man and pulled the trigger. The shot echoed throughout the warehouse and the sound made the others jump.
“Thank you for your business, Princesa. Hopefully I won’t be seeing you anytime soon.” Galindo handed the duffle bag to Nestor.
“You can count on that. That’s a bed I’m not ready to lay in.”
“My bed is always open to you. If you're willing, that is.” Galindo teased.
“BYE MIGUEL. Have a safe trip.”
Nestor and Galindo laughed as they made their way back to the car. You finally let out a breath of relief when Jinx rolled the metal doors back down.
“Oh my god that never gets easier. Untie them please, Lu.” You ran both hands down your face. You were still on an adrenaline high and everything was spinning.
Baz quickly jumped up and headed straight to you the moment he was free. “What the fuck was that! You just killed someone!”
“You were so cool.” Deran was in a state of awe but you completely ignored him to continue to yell at Baz.
“Yeah? And? It was either you or him and when you’re in this type of business you have to make ugly choices.” You came to realize mid rant the situation. “Wait.. you were here because of YOUR stupidity. Who the hell plans a heist on business you had no information on?! That man was in bed with the cartel! Does your pea brain register that? THE FUCKING CARTEL…”
“So why did you help us then?” Craig asked while rubbing out the pain in his wrist.
“For Deran. I live, I die, I kill for my family. You are his family and by association I need to keep you safe too.” You said it as if it was the simplest explanation in the world. Pope, who was idling in the back watching you argue with his brothers, looked at you like hung the moon. He’s pretty sure that was the day he fell in love with you. Definitely not the time when you drug out the body to bury it.. No way. (Wink, wink)
After that encounter, just from hearing it from her boys, Janine knew better to get on your bad side. Deran’s mysterious friend finally had a name and it was a big one in Oceanside, California. Despite the skeletons she had in her closet, she was almost positive you had more literally lying around. Her son had picked an interesting one. To the general public you were the cafe owner who baked cakes and pastries while catering to events, on the deeper level behind prying eyes you were someone dangerous. You even opened up a Strip Joint, (Red Studio) to generate more income for your club and any extra income that you had left went towards the local schools for low income families. Janine was genuinely impressed with everything you stood for, and she loved how you didn’t quiver in her presence. Her favorite memory was her first encounter with you.
“Oh sweetie you don’t know who you’re messing with.” Her blue eyes landed on your fiery hues.
“No, you don’t know who you are messing with Janine. If something happens to you then it’s another lower criminal off the streets, if something happens to me there will be war.” The smile on your face said everything it needed to. ‘Mess with me if you dare.’
What threw her world off its axis was the son you chose. Given how close you were to Deran she thought that you two were a given. You’ve literally killed for him, but no… it was Pope. (Y/N) and Pope, the duo she never saw coming. Janine knew of her son’s shortcomings but you filled every broken part that boy had. Janine also knew that you two were a dangerous pair. Your claws were so deep embedded in him, she knew her control over him was slim to none now. All she had to do was play her cards right.
Pope was in love, head over heels, pussy deep in love with you. You were like a drug he couldn’t get enough of. His mornings started with you and his days ended between you. Pope and you had years to learn about each other. All his memories were everything of you.
“I l-love ah… I love YOU!” Pope was always smug about the whimpering mess he made you.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Pope growled in your ear every hard thrust he gave you. He repeated this until he released himself in you. He cradled your head when you mewled into the base of his neck. God he loved you… He missed you.
Over the years he did his best to reign in his desire for you because you were his brother’s best friend. He knew first hand how it felt to take someone that didn’t belong to you but you were relentless. You knew exactly what you wanted and you went for it. He just never thought it would be him. Pope was never anyone's first choice but you made him yours.
Looking back in his life, Catherine Belen never put him first, there was a time where Pope would have moved mountains if Catherine said the word to. He finally realized the woman he once loved, only loved what Pope could do for her. That realization hit him like a ton of bricks because he was just a pawn in another woman’s game.
His failures consumed him, mocked him in the little cell he was in. When Pope was able to start making calls, your number was always the first one he would try. The outcome was always the same, no answer just your voice message. “Hey it’s (Y/N), you know what to do!” It was the only way to hear your voice and after being here a few months already this was the only way to remember what you sound like. Your sweet voice haunts his thoughts, his dreams. Pope promises himself to be better for you. The second he’s out of this hell hole he’ll show you that everything you believed about him was true. Catherine Belen will not come between you two anymore. He prays at night in hopes you somehow hear his pleas. One thing was clearly known, Andrew Cody was nothing without (Y/N) Teller.
A/N: (Before anyone gets confused at this part…. You stormed off from the prison when Pope told you, Catherine and him slept together and he hasn’t seen you since then. I would say it has been around two months since then. Janine has yet to visit him.. As she doesn’t know about her newest grandchild yet. Pope won’t be written about much until he’s out of prison begging you back on hands and knees. Pope better put in the work for a baddie like you. He pretty much has this routine for the next three years because what else can he do when you’re ignoring him.. Just wallow in his guilt. Sigh……. I want Pope to be a Yandere when he gets out of prison)
Deran Cody, met his soulmate when he was in his early teens. You.
To him, you were an enigma that came into his life like the waves came to shore. Crashing, powerful, violent and gentle. Daren remembers skipping school on a Monday to go to the beach. He vividly remembers the feeling of sand between his toes, the comfort of his wetsuit, his board in his hands, the winds that brushed his face… that fleeting moment of being free. Everything at home was getting to be too much. The secrets, his mother, the jobs, his brothers. Daren just wanted a moment of peace. He remembers walking towards the shoreline after riding out a few waves, as soon as he stepped out of the water cradling his board there you were sitting crisscrossed in the sand building a sandcastle with no care in the world. If his memory served him right you were wearing this colorful bikini with the biggest smile on your face.
“You know using wet sand helps with the structure. Helps keep it together better.” Deran couldn’t help but say. You looked up from the monstrosity of a clumped sand that was at your feet with the biggest smile on your face.
“Ah thanks! I’m not entering any sandcastle competition or anything, just enjoying the sand. Where I’m from there’s just dirt. No beach no nothing! So I’m soaking all this up.”
Deran laughed. “That… sounds terrible.”
You held up a green plastic shovel. “Want to help build the worst sandcastle ever? Looks like you need a break from life.” Deran raised an eyebrow.
“Do I look that bad?” He said as he stuck his board in the sand in a position to help block the sun and provide a little shade.
“No you look gorgeous” you said while patting down an uneven layer of sand, “but you just look troubled.”
Deran finally sat in the sand with legs spread. He started shoveling sand together not caring to shape it. “Ever felt like you’re suffocating? Secrets keep piling up and everyone expects something out of you.”
“Oh my god yes! You explained my mother to the T!” Deran stared at you with wide eyes. “She expects me to be just like her. Something on the lines of ‘you were born into this or it’ll help make you stronger’ and blah blah blah…”
Deran’s heart was beating a little too fast for his liking. This was the first time someone outside The Cody family understood his pain. “You know what.. I say screw ‘em whoever it is. You’re living this life for you! It feels like we’re never going to get the chance to be happy. Heh.. we’re just going to feel stuck forever because of the cards we’re dealt with.”
Before he had the chance to respond someone spoke up. “I left you alone for 5 minutes and you have already found a boyfriend. You know mom’s going to kill me right?” You looked up to see your big brother, Jackson ‘Jax’ Teller, and designated uncle Tig Trager.
“Who the hell are you?” Tig eyed the blonde stranger from where he stood.
“This is my new friend. Stop being rude.” You let out a sigh as you stood up to dust off as much sand as you could. “This is my brother Jax and my uncle Tig.”
You didn’t notice Jax holding a towel until it was tightly wrapped around you to cover up your choice in swimwear. Jax pulled you close to him to avoid peeping eyes. “Hi… I’m Deran Cody.”
Jax eyed Deran up and down before giving him his signature smirk. “Guess we’ll be seeing you around more.” He turned back to you. “We have to go. The party is going to start soon and we need to find you clothes.”
“I don’t know man she looks good like that?” Tig teased and looked away to avoid Jax’s glare.You rolled your eyes and completely ignored the two, before turning your attention back to Deran.
“You should come! I’m moving down here so it’ll be nice to have a friend.” Daren was looking between the three. You with your smiling face and the other two with looks that could kill. Deran was used to hostility and he was damn sure not going to let these two scare him off, not when you were on the line. Instead he was smug. “Sure I’d love to.”
And that’s where it all began. The friendship between you two. It was that party where he found out you were (Y/N) Teller. Daughter to Gemma and John Teller. The Princess of SAMCRO. He found out the kind of life you lived and what was expected out of you. He learned you weren’t that different from him. So when you ended up in one of the backrooms in the clubhouse with Deran, he had to let out his secret before anything happened between the two of you.
“I’m gay!” He blurted out while he sat on your bed. Every possible scenario of rejection played in his head. He was scared.
“I know!” You said while digging through your dresser. “Do you know how many crow eaters were trying to get their claws in you today?! These boys wouldn’t last a few minutes with their advances, so yeah that gave it away. Ah! I found them. Here.” You held out a pair of grey sweat pants and black shirt. “Go shower and let’s go to bed. Do you prefer right or left? Also you have to use your own blanket because I burrito myself in mine. Also.. dont take my blanket!”
Deran just watched you ramble on without a care in the world. It was that moment when he realized he loved you. Not romantically of course but it was something he couldn’t put into words. From that moment you were declared his “sister”. A title you happily accepted. The Sons also welcomed him with semi open arms. They didn't trust him but they were willing to take their chances since their princess welcomed him with open arms. Anyone who knew you, knew that you struggled to make friends growing up. If it wasn’t your background scaring people off, it was your inability to trust people. A trait the club loved about you.
The more Deran came over to the Oceanside clubhouse, the more the boys of SAMCRO slowly started to get used to his presence around. So much so, that everyone always teased the VP on how much Deran looked just like Jax. So a picture and a phone call later Gemma was laughing on the phone with her oldest child.
“Are you sure he’s not your son Ma?”
“Shut your trap Jackson!”
His teen years flew by differently than Deran thought they would. Anytime it got to be too much at the Cody household, he would be right at the clubhouse hanging out with you and your “family”. You even brought him up to Charming to introduce him to the other portion of the family. Gemma and Clay were cautious at first but then welcomed him with open arms. Even Jax offhandedly called him his brother. (He calls everyone brother.. but you won’t tell Deran that.) For once in his life he felt wanted. The Cody household became curious the more the youngest brother disappeared randomly, in fact it irked Janine to the core but Deran did his best to keep you separate from his family.
You both entered the end of your teenage years in a blink of an eye and Deran wouldn’t change it for the world. You, Jax, and Deran had matching (manly) pajamas that were worn strictly at home and not the clubhouse. Deran even came over so much Gemma made the spare room his because in her words “You two were getting too old to share a bed when he came over”. Jax even opened up to him more about the club and Deran finally came clean about his family and his sexuality. Jax learned that night that Deran was no different than he was, despite the obvious, both boys were a pawn in someone else’s game and in order to win they needed to make their moves right.
Jack leaned against the hood of the car and he waited for your daughters class to dismiss. She was in the 2nd grade now, the days of crying over her math homework at the dinner table had just begun. Unfortunately so had the days of making Jack go gray— well, grayer.
As the doors open, out she ran carrying the latest fridge masterpiece that she made in art class.
“Hey bug.” He beamed, taking the backpack from her shoulders and helping her into the car. “How was school?” He asked, getting into the drivers seat and glancing at her from the rear view mirror.”
“Good.” She said matter of factly.
“Just good?” He chuckled, it was the same response every day. “What did you do at school? Learn anything fun?”
“We worked on our times tables.”
“Oh yeah? What’s 5 times 5?”
“That’s an easy one dad, 25.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh I have a boyfriend now.”
Jack hit the breaks with a screeching halt. His face almost hitting the steering wheel.
“What?”
“Mhm” she kicked her feet as she stared out the window, looking for whatever caused her dad to stop the car so suddenly.
“Is that so? What’s his name.”
“Jonathan.”
“Jonathan what?”
“Makowski”
Jack had already planned on recruiting you to find his parents on social media— you were good at that. All you needed was a first name and 5 minutes and you were looking at their cousins, aunts, sister in laws photos from their beach vacation to the Bahamas in 2009. Had you not been an ER doctor, you’d do wonders in the FBI.
“He nice to you?”
“Yeah dad, I’m his girlfriend he has to be nice.”
He felt the closest he’s ever been to an actual heart attack.
He started grilling:
“Where does he live? What’s his dad do? What’s his mom do?”
“I don’t know, dad.”
“Is he nice to the teacher? Does he get good grades?”
“Mhm. He helps me with my times tables.”
“I can help you with your times tables too you know… Does he know your dad carries and has a shovel?”
“Huh?”
“I have a nerf gun too, and I’m not afraid to use it. Does he ever get into any fights? Can he fight?”
“Daddy!”
“Does he like the Steelers or Browns?”
“You mean the Oranges?”
“Honey, I understand their helmets are orange, but they’re still called the Browns…”
“It’s so confusing, why are they called the Browns if their helmets are orange?”
“Yes I know it’s confusing… it’s because the man who created the team was named Paul Brown…”
“That’s stupid.”
“So are the Browns.”
When you pulled into your driveway, you were still asking questions.
“I can’t wait to tell mommy. He kissed me at recess!”
Okay NOW Jack was the closest he’s ever felt to a heart attack.
“Woahwoahwoah,” Jack spun around so fast he heard his back crack like a glow stick. “He did what?”
“Mhm! Under the slide.”
Oh Jesus fucking Christ.
Your daughter unbuckled her car seat and jumped out of the car, running with her art project still in her hand. When Jack walked in, it looked like he saw ghost.
“Mommy! Mommy! Guess what?”
“What sweetheart?” You stood over the stove sautéing some vegetables for dinner. Before your daughter could answer, Jack interjected.
“I have to fight a 7 year old.”
“Mommy, don’t let dad fight my boyfriend!” She protested. You bite your lip in an attempt to stifle a laugh.
“Who is your boyfriend sweetheart?”
“Jonathan.”
“Makowski?” She nodded. “He’s a nice boy.”
“Daddy said he’s gonna bury him in the backyard.”
“Honey, I won’t let him do that. Why don’t you go start your homework and then I can help you with whatever you don’t understand, okay?”
She shot daggers at her father and dragged her book bag down the hallway to her room.
“You’re laughing? I gotta fight a second grader who kissed my daughter and you’re laughing?” You looped your arms around his torso, resting your chin on his chest.
“Jack— come on. It’s funny. She’s 7.”
“Exactly, she’s 7!” Deep down Jack knew it was funny. Deep, deep down, beyond whatever uncomfortable feelings that were bubbling in his chest. Visions of him taking his daughter home from the hospital after installing and reinstalling the car seat 5 times. Just to be safe. He saw her taking her first steps. The first time she said dada. Now one mention of a boyfriend and he is picturing her on her wedding day. Having a family of her own.
“You mean to tell me you never had a little girlfriend when you were a kid? Me and Dale Wallace kissed under the bleachers when I was her age.”
“Oh great. Now I gotta fight Dale Wallace too?”
You belly laughed as he buried his head into your neck, biting and sucking on the warm skin.
“Enough! Now go tell your daughter you won’t bury her boyfriend under the tree next to the cat.”
He sighed and made his way down the hallway to his daughter’s room, turning around when he heard your phone buzz and you chuckle.
Summary: Y/n, was the child of John and Gemma Teller, born and raised in Charming, California. The Son’s made their first move in their expansion by setting roots in Oceanside, California. You did your part like Gemma had raised you to do and help the club as best as you could without a patch. The Oceanside Charter’s President had you as a gun for hire since you were raised in the shadows of none other than Happy Lowman. When you weren’t assisting the club you were keeping busy with the Cafe you owned, the Strip Joint, and the clubhouse bar. If you weren’t working then you were with your best friend, Deran Cody. If you weren’t with Deran than you were trying to get the attention of his damn brother, Andrew Cody
Where it began…
(Prologue Pt. II)
In fear that Pope wasn’t serious about what had happened.You avoided anyone and everyone with the name Cody like the plague. Yes, even poor Daren. Best friends or not, you slept with his older brother! Isn’t there some kind of bro code to this… was this pseudo incest??? Your head was spiraling too much to concentrate. You called in Poppy to cover the cafe until you came back, and you left The Strip Joint in the hands of the assistant manager. You packed a bag and left Oceanside to Charming for about two weeks. The sons were in the middle of a deal gone bad with the Mayans and on top of it all they had the princess here having a meltdown.. over a guy no less!
Juice was literally in a panic because of how many things were actually going wrong right now. Starting from the fact, you were in the clubhouse spewing this nonsense at him about a guy. An older guy at that.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait… was it the one with spiked up hair?”
“No Juice, the curly haired one! Pay attention.”
Juice ran his hands down his face in agony. He couldn’t do this anymore so he tagged in the next victim, Tig Trager. Boy was that the wrong choice.
“Look sweetheart, if you wanted an older unstable man all you had to do was ask. I don’t bite… hard.”
”Oh my god Tig!” You huffed and walked out of the clubhouse.
“You know where to find me Princess!” Tig yelled at the closed door.
You were spiraling through every emotion possible. What do you mean Andrew Cody called you his girl? Like a friend that was a girl. Girlfriend? Fuck buddy? You screamed into the plushie pillow on your bed. You were a badass outside of this house but the moment you stepped through your room door at your parent’s house, all seriousness gets thrown out the window.
”I expected this in your teens, not your twenties. What’s wrong babe.” Gemma leaned against the door with her arms crossed.
“I don’t want to get hurt. I already know how this goes. I see it everyday with Old Ladies, crow eaters, even you mom. You can deny it all you want. I see how Tig looks at you, had looked at you all these years and you only had eyes for Clay.” Gemma sat on your bed and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.
“You have the greatest weapon a man can’t resist, babydoll. So the best advice I can give you is grab this man by the balls and claim him before some tart can. Keep him the best way any woman can.” You let out a laugh of relief. Your mom’s wild advice actually helped clear your thoughts. So much that you actually went back home a little earlier than planned. Feeling the salty breeze brush against your skin reminded you that you were home and that despite how much you loved Charming, you really hate dirt.
You were finally home. The scent of pine sol still filled the air. The lights were dimmed like you left them and you were ready to face your problem head on. You finally turned on your phone and an excessive amount of text filled your phone. Like one right after another.
“You didn’t answer your phone.”
You pulled out the gun you always carried in your waistband and pointed it at Pope who was sipping on a glass of juice from the kitchen.
”Andrew what the fuck!”
”I came looking for you here. The cafe. Even the Strip Joint, left as soon as I found out you weren’t there. So I waited here hoping you would come home.”
You just eyed the man who seemed smaller than he was. His voice was low and his eyes looked like he hadn't slept in days. You put your phone down on the counter and it was still buzzing away.
“I was scared… okay?” Pope looked up from his glass and stared at you. “I was scared that you didn’t mean what you said because I know how you feel about Catherine. Anyone with eyes can see how much you love her. It took me years… YEARS.. Andrew to even get you to notice me and it was a raunchy outfit that did it for you. I am not always sequin and glam. I am dirt, blood, sweat and batter. I am not like Catherine. I am not stringing along two guys. It’s always been you Andrew. So if you can’t see that please leave and leave me alone.”
“Catherine’s pregnant.” You froze. Was this why he was here? “Catherine’s pregnant and I didn’t care. This whole week and a half I felt like I was missing a piece of me. You weren’t answering your phone. I didn’t know where you were. ”
“Catherine was my first love because she was my Deran.” You knew exactly what he was talking about. The first person in our messed up life to treat you with kindness despite knowing who you really were. “I thought that her kindness was love but meeting you.. I knew from the moment you smiled at me that there would be no life without you in it. I want you dirty, bloody, sweaty, full of batter and all.”
The tears just started falling down your face. “This is the most you’ve ever talked to me.”
Pope walked from the kitchen to the entry way where you stood. “It’s the only way you would listen.”
He engulfed you in his arms and rested his cheek on top of your head. “You’re mine.”
And his, you were. What was once a far away dream had become a reality. You and Pope were a couple, an exclusive one at that. Janine was not happy one bit. The eldest son she had the most control of was now pussy drunk on some biker trash. (Her words not mine… lol) Pope’s clothes started filling up your closets and drawers and it went the same way at his house. This carried on for months! Pope would visit the cafe and Strip Joint, depending on where you were at that moment. Pope craved you to the point that he pulled you into the closest room and took you then and there. He kept you on your toes and you kept him on his. Nine months flew by in a blink of an eye and little Lena Blackwell was born. When you and Pope went to see little Lena, he looked like he had seen the world. Catherine just stared at the man and there you were once again looking from the outside in.
You bit your tongue the best you could. Catherine had the man, the ring and the baby and still chose to look at Pope like she expected him to wait for her. You hated that ugly feeling developing in the pit of your stomach.
“Do you still love her?” You saw Pope freeze from whatever he was doing in the back of you as you were taking off the makeup from the day at your vanity.
“No.”
You didn’t say anything back. You just continued to do what you were doing. You never brought it up again, just left it as it is. Though, Pope had a secret that might destroy the two of you. He held it in as long as he could because there wasn’t a life he could think of that didn’t have you, (Y/N) Teller, in it. It had been a moment of weakness. You were in Charming dealing with club activities that your brother needed help with. Baz was in Mexico, we all know for what… or who. Catherine was in her feelings dealing with Baz and his ever changing attitude. So she went with the next best option… just this one time. It was during a house party when Catherine made her move. Pope was drunk. It was a once in a blue moon occurrence since the man cut back on drinking due to your demands and the fact it happened when you or Baz weren’t here meant it was a sign.
Catherine felt powerful in that moment. She was riding the man who would have moved mountains for her. Pope paid attention to her changed body and kissed every inch of her. He was a little sloppy due to intoxication but she didn’t care. She loved the attention and she especially loved the feeling of being wanted. Pope was no Baz, but he felt good nonetheless. He was sluggishly thrusting in her when Pope whispered your name and Catherine’s blood went cold as he finished in the condom before pulling out of her. He was out like a light, the moment his head hit the pillow. Her release never came, guilt filled her system where her pleasure once was. What was she honestly doing??? Catherine was in Pope’s room of the house and there were pictures of you two together. She wasn’t going to lie and say she wasn’t jealous. You and Pope seemed happier than her and Baz. Even Janine at some point mentioned having you as a daughter in law didn’t seem too bad because of the life you lived. Catherine hated you. For coming into their lives, for taking Pope away from her, for welcoming their illegal activities and just having your existence here in the house. She knew this wouldn’t happen again so she laid next to Pope and just soaked up his presence. When the morning comes she’ll deal with the consequences.
Pope woke up with the world spinning. He was naked in his bed, a condom was still on his soften dick, the sky was blue and there was someone in bed with him. Before he completely shifted over he noticed those familiar brown locks. No. No. No. No. Catherine was naked under the covers. Fuck. Pope groaned as he was getting up from the bed, his whole body was aching.
“Catherine, wake up.”
The woman grumbled out words before going back to sleep. Pope just stared in disbelief. Once upon a time this would’ve made him the happiest man alive. Where the first girl he ever loved finally chose him over his adopted brother. Even Pope knew Catherine wouldn’t leave Baz. She had her claws dug into that man, maybe not enough to stop him from stepping out on her but enough to know that he came home to her.
Now he has you. You were everything he’s ever wanted. Someone who loved even the broken pieces of him. Someone who helped him through his emotions, understood his actions and needs, even helped him and his family through their illegal activities.
“I’m a gun for hire Andrew. It’s what I do but I won’t have a trail leading to the club. You can keep my cut or give it to Janine or whatever, I don’t want it. I just want you to be safe.”
Poor knew he betrayed you in the worst way possible. Despite not vocalizing how you feel about Catherine he knew you like the back of his hand. Despite loving him there would always be a part of you that won’t trust him because there was no way you let go of your first love like that. He didn’t want to tell you. He didn’t want to lose you but the longer he held the secret the more the guilt grew.
Catherine and Pope were on the same page about keeping quiet about what happened. Catherine didn’t want Baz to know and Pope didn’t want you to know. He kept his distance away from her and stuck by you like glue. He didn’t want to lose you. He loved you too much to lose you over something he had no control over. You were quick to notice that Pope started taking you more often. You teased and said he had a never ending hunger but you’d do your best to scratch that itch. He fucked you in every place imaginable at work, in his jeep, every furniture surface at home, hell even in public. He just needed to be as close as possible to you. You didn’t know the reason behind his actions but you weren’t complaining at this moment, because only Andrew Cody could fuck you this good.
You were making Lena’s birthday cake for her 3rd birthday party happening this weekend. Despite hating her mother she actually really loved the little girl. Occasionally, Catherine would need someone to watch Lena and you were quick to offer your assistance. Baz rarely lifted a hand when it came to raising Lena so Catherine was left to do everything alone. You honestly felt bad. Yes she was a bitch but she was a struggling bitch right now and that wasn’t a fair fight. So you took on taking care of Lena too. Pope was happy to have his niece around your condo but he was always quick to disappear the moment Catherine came to pick her up. You knew something happened between the two. You felt it in every fiber of your being but you refused to believe it considering you’ve been with Pope for years already. He would tell you if something happened… right?
Speaking of holding a secret. You had a secret of your own. A happy secret if you must. Lena and you had a pizza and movie night. Were you sure a three year old can have pizza… no? But it was the clearest word in her vocabulary at the moment.
“Alright Lena cakes, what do you want for dinner today?”
“Pizza! Pizza!” She giggled.
“Pizza it is, sweet girl.”
You called in the order and it was delivered to your door within twenty minutes. Lena was jumping with joy and heading to her high chair. Yes this girl knew the drill. You opened the box and the smell of the sauce made your stomach turn. You pushed through it to get a slice of piece for Lena but the urge became too strong. You barely made it to the sink before you emptied your stomach.
“Ti-Ti?”
“I’m here Lena Cakes..” you groaned in your forearm. “I’m okay. Just feeling sick.”
You rinsed yourself and washed your hands and gave Lena her little slices of pizza. She didn’t need a hangry child on top of her feeling sick. Wait….. the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. No way?
“Lena I’m going to drag you to the hall okay. Try not to jump out or anything.” You knew she didn’t completely understand but you were panicking and couldn’t think straight. You also couldn’t leave a three year old unattended and Pope was out with his family doing some heist. So out went that option.
So poor Lena was sitting in her high chair in the hall while you had the restroom door open. You were following the first rule Catherine told you, don’t take your eyes off Lena. She just never specified how. Look, you were trying okay. You were finally taking the test. The little plastic stick that would change your life forever. Every fiber of your being hoped it was positive. A miniature you or Andrew running around the house sounded like a beautiful sight . The image of your mom being excited again for a grandchild just like when everyone found out about Able. What once seemed like a far away dream was now within arms reach and you were happy for it. And sure enough, when you turned over the test in bright bold letters it said it was positive.
Though the excitement didn’t last long as Deran blew up your phone. Multiple calls and text messages were coming through and it worried you.
“Hello? Deran, what happened? Are you okay?”
“He got caught (N/N). He’s being sent to prison. W-We had a slip up in the heist and Pope took the fall.” In fact whatever happiness you felt before just completely disappeared. Deran was still filling you in on what happened through the phone but your head was somewhere else.
“Where is he?”
“Folsom State Prison.” That’s all you needed. You hung up and headed to that god forsaken place.
You’ve been there a time or two. When one of the Sons ended up behind bars for a petty crime. Luckily with the attorney you had on retainer the crimes didn’t stick longer than a year, sometimes even less if the attorney played his cards right. For that you were forever thankful for him. As you imagined, Pope wasn’t fairing well. Being stuck in the orange jumpsuit and separated by a glass wasn’t something someone dreamed about, so you understood his state. You picked up the phone and he did the same. His hazel eyes never leaving your own colored hues.
“Andrew, are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need anything?”
“I…. I need to tell you something.” The feel of dread was gnawing at your heart because you already knew whatever he had to say, it was nothing good. Your body anticipated it before you actually knew. You stayed silent but made sure you kept your attention on him.
“I held it in for as long as I could.” His voice went hoarse due to his lack of composure. “I didn’t want to lose you. I don’t know how long I’m going to be here. It’s probably the worst time to say anything but I couldn’t do it anymore.”
“Just spit it out.”
“I slept with Catherine.” Despite feeling like weight had been lifted off his shoulders, the second those words came out, Pope saw the light in your eyes die out. Your body didn’t move an inch, the phone that was connected to the wall still resting by your ear.
You were not about to cry in front of this man. Your gaze hardened and you just glared. “I’ve stood by you through everything Andrew. I supported you, I loved you. I never asked you to change. But it was always Catherine Belen for you huh… you know what Pope Fuck you. I hope she visits you in here so you can get your fucking wet fantasy filled. I’m leaving.”
Pope closed his eyes and let every sharp word stab at him. He gripped the phone that was still in his hand he held against his ear. The loud slam of the other phone could be heard even through the proxy glass. He deserved this. He wasn’t a good person and he knew he didn’t deserve you. When he opened his eyes again, he was just staring at the empty space you left. His heart was screaming in pain though his face never showed it.
“Time to go back, Cody.” The guard shouted.
Pope was hesitant to put up the phone. He didn’t want to let go of the last shred of you.
“Alright let’s go.” The guard grabbed and just about dragged him away from the seat. Little did he know that was the last time he saw you.
(I’m going to write in more detail about the timeskip)
Three years later, Joshua “J” Cody was sitting in the kitchen in the Cody Household. Deran, Craig and Baz were all at the table eating uncomfortably with the new addition. J was still getting used to living with his uncles and grandma though that itself was a hurdle that was hard to cross. In soft whispers a certain name kept popping up here and there. Curiosity got the better of the boy when he openly asked “Who is (Y/N)?”
The whole kitchen went silent and all eyes were on him. Baz shifted in his seat and coughed in his hands. Craig looked everywhere but at J. Even Janine let out a grumble or so, but Deran looked straight at his nephew with a large smirk “Oh that's a whole story right there.”
Preview of what’s to come. :) <3 Baby Cody coming soon! Congratulations you guys lol
Guys.. I still have not mastered the ways of Tumblr yet lol. It’s still a work in progress for me. Any tips will be much appreciated. <3 Also, this is my very first time writing in second person. It was a struggle! Especially not putting any description on reader because I tried to make this for everyone.
I just started watching Animal Kingdom, which honestly stemmed from watching The Pitt. I was like who is this gorgeous man?! And that ladies and gentleman was how I met the love of my life lol jk
Animal Kingdom heavily reminded me of Son’s of Anarchy which is why I had the bright idea of mixing the two together. :) Hope it was a good choice and I hope y’all like it. This is the prologue and will actually be starting the chapters. I want to go in more depth with everything so y’all could understand the madness that is going through my head with this. lol
MINORS DNI - 18+ Content
Summary: Y/n, was the child of John and Gemma Teller, born and raised in Charming, California. The Son’s made their first move in their expansion by setting roots in Oceanside, California. You did your part like Gemma had raised you to do and help the club as best as you could without a patch. The Oceanside Charter’s President had you as a gun for hire since you were raised in the shadows of none other than Happy Lowman. When you weren’t assisting the club you were keeping busy with the Cafe you owned, the Strip Joint, and the clubhouse bar. If you weren’t working then you were with your best friend, Deran Cody. If you weren’t with Deran than you were trying to get the attention of his damn brother, Andrew Cody.
Where it began..
(Prologue)
You were Deran Cody’s best friend. A simple friendship that started when you two were teenagers with no care in the world. To you Deran was your brother in every way but blood. Though your actual brother had a few words to say about that. You were there when he needed a shoulder to cry on, a place to stay, eyes on a job, a gun for hire or even just someone to listen. You had accepted every broken piece of this man and held him close when you knew he was going to fall apart.
The best part about growing up with Deran was being a pain in Janine Cody’s ass. Janine, or Smurf as she had continuously corrected you, was always cautious around you. Not once had you come to this house expecting anything. No drugs, no booze, no sex or money, not even the other boys… you had once told her to her face that you were honestly just here for Deran, nothing in life is free and she’s the last person you would ever ask anything of. No girl that had come through these doors didn’t come without the hidden skeletons in their closet. So when Janine finally dug up information on you she was hit with the reality of who you actually were. (Y/N) Teller. Daughter of John and Gemma Teller. Princess of SAMCRO.
Janine soon realized that the sons were here for business and from the recent increase in club activity she now knew why you were in Oceanside. What she couldn’t comprehend was how you and Deran got close. (A story for another time… literally…. I’m writing it) You ,at this point, knew what the Cody family did. The boys had taken their time to get used to you. Baz, the adopted son, would come into the cafe you owned to flirt and get information out of you.
“Oh come on! I’ll buy your entire muffin batch if you give me the name and address of the jewelry store owner.”
“You’re striking a hard bargain… how about you buy the entire pastry case and I’ll give you the information.”
“I hate you.” No matter how much he complained he always gave in.
Catherine Belen did not like you one bit and you knew it too. Catherine was Baz’s wife. She was the girl who had been in love with the same man since she was sixteen years old. You’ve seen this film before and know how it ended. Just like your brother, Jax, and his first love, Tara. She never wanted to be a part of the club life but loved a man part of one. You have learned from an early age that you can not have one foot in and one foot out. Hesitancy could have dangerous consequences.
Craig and Deran were a packaged deal. Two of the same coin. Just as the two older brothers had each other to lean on, the youngest ones were the same. There wasn’t Deran without Craig. You got comfortable with Craig fairly quickly, he was a natural flirt and an easy going guy… it’s just your interest just never lined up. Such as the fact this dude could not keep his nose clean to save his life!
“Look Craig… just drink the fucking drink so you can detox yourself already!”
“Why is it green???!”
“Because it’s HEALTHY for you.”
“Nah.. I don’t drink anything green.”
“Craig I swear to god!”
Aside from it all, there was only one Cody brother that always managed to make your blood boil in excitement. You were no stranger to violence. In fact, you wholeheartedly heartedly embraced your upbringing. You knew you were never going to be able to wear the patch as no daughter in history had ever done it before. But that didn’t stop Happy Lowman and Gemma Teller from building you up to become more than what you were destined to be.
“I don’t want to become someone’s old lady mama.” Little ten year old you pouted while you were in your moms office because Jax decided to ditch you to play with his friends.
“And why is that sweetheart? We can find you a nice man who would love you as much as his bike.”
“I want to be more than just some arm piece of a man. No offense mama, this place would fall apart without you. But I want to do more…. Be more than just some daughter of a member.” Gemma saw a certain emotion pooling underneath your eyes. It was a certain emotion that she had seen in other members when situations escalated and their fingers itched for blood.
“Oh darling, do you know what you have that the other members don’t.”
“Boobs?” You swear you could hear Happy gagging nearby. Gemma laughed so hard.
“You don’t have the rules of a patch baby. You’re free to do whatever. Just don’t get caught and clean up your mess. Hap would be more than happy to help you learn exactly what I mean. Wouldn’t you Hap?”
Happy was a man of a few words, but his actions always spoke louder than any words said. He was the club’s enforcer and soon… you would be one too. Happy saw the fire in your little eyes. After that day everything changed for you.
Truth be told, you felt a little crazy. No one had the same thought process as you. You thought outside of the box while everyone else tiptoed the line. No one understood you.. except him. (Deran loved you for who you were but you scared him from time to time) Andrew was a misunderstood man. He was his family’s enforcer and protector. You understood, you genuinely did. The crave for this man grew and grew over the years. Unfortunately for you while your eyes were on him, his eyes were on Catherine. Fucking Catherine Belen.. yet again!
That girl played both boys like a fiddle and all you could do was sit back and watch because no matter how much you tried, Andrew’s eyes always went back to her. His first love. You never spoke up about your feelings, I mean how could you? You knew how this would end. When you got a better understanding of your feelings for Andrew, you started drifting away from the Cody household.
In the extra time you had away from that household, you were managing the Oceanside Charter’s new strip joint and your cafe. The Strip joint was the Son’s expansion of the Cara Cara studio back home and it was their first step in their grand plan of bringing in legitimate income. One thing was for sure, you were NOT managing a porn business. That was something you were not going to compromise on.
“Well why not? You would have an ocean view site! A perfect place to make magical things happen.” Jax said with a big smile trying to convince you otherwise.
“If it’s as ‘magical’ as you say it is, why don’t you run it?” You grumbled in your mug, filled with coffee, considering it was FIVE in the morning.
”Because I have the prettiest, the smartest, and the best person for the job standing right in front of me. You’re good with numbers and stuff so it saves money on an accountant.”
“I am NOT dealing with people and their fluids. Look.. look why don’t we compromise. How about a strip joint instead? This place has people who would spend their money stupidly for a show, we could incorporate VIP rooms. Clinical testing appointments won’t be as high and we can afford good insurance packages for our girls. The even better part is that the percentage of the girls catching anything is low because oh you know…. it’s not a fucking porn studio!”
“Alright, alright you win big brain. A strip joint it is.” Jax noticed how much you were blinking to keep your eyes open. “Let’s go to bed now. Still got my blanket in the closet? We can watch that Law and Order show you like so much.. yeah?”
You could only nod as your elder brother pretty much guided you to your room. Some things never changed when you two got older and you were so happy for that.
The Son’s needed you for an assignment. Which got you all giddy because that meant you got to dress up for the job and by job you were working as one of the popular girls of the joint. Yay! A VIP member was coming in today and the Son’s needed to do a transaction with him in a private room since there were no cameras. That’s where you come in. That member needed to book a private room with you. Happy made it clear from the get go that you were to not be in the room. Jax even threw a fit all the way from Charming, that Happy and Juice knew the spiel word for word at this point.
It was getting closer to the time when the plan was going to take place. Now it was time to get ready and you had a pretty little number waiting for you. The outfit in question was a pretty lilac sequin set, a net ruffle top and net ruffle bottom with cute purple heels to match. It wasn’t stripper thin but it covered what you needed too. The outfit honestly felt like wearing a swimsuit.
“Hey (N/N), you dressed? I’m coming in okay?”
“You’re good to come in Juice. Plus it’s nothing you haven’t seen before!” Juice scoffed while he entered your dressing room.
“That was ONE time (N/N) I thought you were some-……. Where are your clothes?!” You eyed the man from the mirror.
“I am wearing my clothes. Cute right?”
“Oh my god.. Jax is going to kill me… and then bring me back from the dead just to kill me again. You can not go out like that (N/N).”
“Like what? This isn’t even THAT bad. You’ve seen me in bikinis before.”
”T-That’s completely different from what’s going on here!”
You smirked and turned towards Juice. “Do I not look pretty to you Juicey boy? Hmmm” You slowly stood and closed the gap between you two. You ran a finger down his chest. “Is this outfit not doing what it’s supposed to?”
Juice had to look up at the ceiling and take a few breaths. You were a tease. You knew exactly how pretty you were and used it to your advantage. A courtesy of Gemma’s teaching. A hand reached out to grab Juice by the back of his shirt and kutte. “Let’s go.”
“Hi Hap!” You smile innocently.
“Don’t you even start.” His raspy voice came out like a warning. “As soon as this shit is over. You better change little girl.” You were scared to even say a word. You could only nod. While Happy continued to drag Juice out of the room, you looked back into the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. “Well I think I look cute.. jerks.”
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Your temporary stage name was being called and you were honestly excited. Performing on stage has always come easy to you because it was one of the few times you felt like yourself. Not a daughter of the club, not a sister to the VP, not a business owner.. just you. While you were doing your number on stage all attention was on you. From the usual strip joint patrons, The Sons (You swear you can hear Happy gagging), and to your surprise the Cody brothers. Andrew, Baz, Craig and your best friend Deran. For once, in all these years of trying, you finally had Andrew Cody’s undivided attention. Even if this was a fleeting moment, you wanted to make the most of it because after today everything will go back to how it was before. (Y/N) Teller, best friend to Deran and family friend to the Cody family. When your performance was done, you had got the results you wanted. The VIP member requested you for a private performance… which you will not be there for. So you made your way back to your dressing room.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N) wait.. wait!” Daniella, or Poppy The Strip’s manger, stopped you before you got any further to your room. “You have a VIP request in the Red Room.”
“A VIP request? Aren't the boys handling that one?”
“This is a paying customer. Not the Son’s business partner. It’s good for business.. please, please (N/N).” You rolled your eyes.
“FINE but you owe me shifts at the bakery. I got the next three weekends filled with birthday cake orders.”
“Done! Thank you, hot stuff.” Poppy winked and made her back to the girls for the next oncoming performances.
“Well here goes nothing.”
Your heart just about stopped. Sitting awkwardly in the red room was none other than the man you yearned for. His eyes were always on a door no matter the place because he would never leave his back vulnerable.
“Andrew? W-What are you doing here?” If you could only crawl in a hole and die because what the hell was wrong with you. Stuttering over words!
“For you.” Two words. All it took was two words that made your whole world tilt on its axis.
“Why?”
“I missed you.” Andrew was a lot like Happy in a sense. A man of a few words. So the little words that did come out always held a certain meaning .
“You missed me? Huh…You missed me!” Mixed emotions were bubbling within you and taming it this time was hard. “I have a phone, Andrew. A cafe to visit. Why here? Why now?”
“I see you at the cafe…” His voice was low and hoarse but god was it sexy. “I made it across the street but could never go in. So I just watch you work. I missed you.”
He missed you. The infamous Andrew Cody actually missed you and he was here sitting before you. In your element no less. You playfully smirked. If this was the only moment you could have Andrew under you. You were going to take it and soak up the moment in more ways than one.
You sultry walked towards Pope. Your heels clanking against the epoxy metallic flooring. Your outfit's fluff bouncing at every step. Pope eyed the way your hips shifted each step and you could see how hard he was under those jeans. Pope sat with his legs spread so you were able to position yourself right in front of him. Your breasts were just about in his face and Pope was breathing heavily restraining himself.
You ran your finger up his neck, above his Adams apple and stopped at his chin. You pushed his chin up so his eyes were on yours.
“You missed me, Andrew? Show me how much.” You whispered softly. Despite being alone you were afraid someone would hear you. In here it was just you and him. (Y/N) and Andrew. A sentence you thought you’d never get to say out loud but you’re here.
His hazel eyes never left your eyes as he grabbed your ass and pulled you down on him. Your cloth crotch against his own erected one. “I missed you (N/N).” He whispered against your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought his lips against yours. God how long you wanted this. You ran your fingers through his curly brown hair all while his tongue danced with yours.
“Nice Fluff.” You giggle as he pulls on the ruffles of your lilac outfit.
“Cute right?!”
Buttons slowly started coming undone on his blue button up shirt. Pope grabbed your sequin underwear on both sides and pulled you as close as he could to himself and started grinding you against him. His shirt was finally off and this man was sculpted beautifully.
“You’re so beautiful Andrew.”
Something shifted in the man. His eyes grew more hungry by the second. Pope gripped the top of your bralette that covered your boobs and pulled the fabric down so it sat under your breast slightly pushing them up a bit. Pope didn’t need to say any words because his actions spoke louder than anything he could say. He sucked on your right breast. His tongue running over your nipple and nipping at it when you unconsciously started pulling away. You were in a daze as you leaned your head back moaning above him.
While your head was leaned back, Pope started peppering kisses along your neck. Leaving marks in his wake. He couldn’t go on anymore. The tightness of his jeans were making him uncomfortable. Pope gripped your ass once more and lifted you towards the leather couch in the corner of the room. (Readers big or small this man is lifting us) Just like you, Pope thought this moment would never come. He noticed you long before you noticed him. Smurff sent him to figure out what had kept Deran away from the house so much.. The last thing he expected was you. This beautiful cafe owner who had the prettiest smile in the world. Now you’re here under him with those half lidded eyes and tits popping out. Whatever he did to deserve this, he was forever grateful. Pope started to unbuckle his pants and you attempted to take off your garments. Pope lightly smacked your hand away.
“Keep them on.” He slipped out his pants and his dick bounced from being confined. He was so hard, it was almost painful. Poor jerked himself a few times and pre cum formed at his red tip.
You were salivating at the sight. Pope didn’t have a monstrous dick but it was a good length and very girthy. You wanted to taste him just this once. Even if you couldn’t have him after today… just this once. You sat up a bit and pulled Pope towards you from his hips. Your head leveled up with his crotch. You gripped his dick and started licking the tip where his cum started to drip. Looking up you could see him watching you. His pupils enlarged and his mouth slightly parted, letting out low moans. Each moan that came from that man, made you more wet than you already were. You were probably a dripping mess at this point but you couldn’t care. Now when this was really happening. Pope shifted his hips and had you fully engulfed him in your mouth. Your hands came to rest on his hips as he rocked into your mouth. Saliva started pooling at the corner of your mouth and your eyes started to roll back when he hit the back of your throat. The squelching wet noise his actions were causing were driving him up the walls and he could take it anymore.
Pope gently pulled out of your mouth with a line of saliva connecting you two. Pope cupped your face and used his thumb to break that string of saliva before bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. His tongue licked away all the excessive saliva and he could taste himself in you. Not breaking the kiss, Pope gently laid you back down on the leather couch. He was now above you with one leg stretch on the floor and the other on the couch holding himself up with his knee. Your lips were puffy, you were littered in marks and to Pope you never looked more beautiful. You two were heavily breathing looking into each other's eyes and the joint’s music was blasting in the background.
Pope gripped under your knees and pulled you closer to him. Both your legs resting on both sides of him. Pope started rutting his cock against your lilac panties slowly shifting them up against your pussy. As you guessed before.. you were dripping on the couch.
“I need you Andrew. I need you in me.”
Pope shifted your panties to the side and guided his cock to your opening. He slowly shifted it in a bit but not completely in. You were clenching tight around him and he wasn’t even in all the way. Pope had to close his eyes and breathe a few times before pulling out and thrusting himself back in you. You let out a satisfied gasp. He repeated the action until he roughly thrusted in you and kept that pace. This was heaven. Pope in between your legs, hands resting by your head to keep him aloft and his sweat that formed on his head dripped down on your body, this man was hitting every spot possible and had you like a whimpering mess under him. The sounds of skin slapping and the squelching noises of him fucking you filled the room. You wrapped your legs around his waist while he continued to pound into you. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Pope looked like he was coming close to his release… and so were you. You reached under his arms and clawed at his back when he hit the right spot. Those marks were going to be there for a while. Pope felt the blood dripping down his back. You brought him closer to you. Tits bouncing up and down from his rough thrusting. Your nipples glided up and down his toned chest.
Pope knew you were close. Your grip on him tightened, almost if you were trying to suck this man dry. Well whatever his girl wants she gets.
“I’m about to cum…”
“M-me too Andrew… Fuck!… Yes baby.. yess”. Pope let out a groan as he released himself in you. You followed right behind. Pope rested his forehead against your shoulder as he tried to get his breathing together. You were no better. You stared up at the ceiling in disbelief that this even happened. You finally got Andrew Cody. You were dripping Andrew Cody out of you. Oh my god.
“T-This isn’t a dream?”
Pope shifted his head over yours and kissed you again, and again, and again until your tongues were once again exploring each other. Pope broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.
“It’s not a dream.”
A now softened Pope gently pulled out of you. His cum dripping down your vagina down onto the couch. Popeyes admired his work and you couldn’t help but laugh. You set your panties back in place despite them being ruined and set your boobs back in the bralette. It was back to reality from here.
“Thank you for a wonderful time Andrew.” You softly said as you shakenly stood up from the couch. You were in a blissful state. You didn’t care who saw you walk funny from here on out. Before you could walk out the door you heard clothes rumbling in the background.
“Don’t wear that again.” Ooh you quickly turned around with shocked eyes.
“Excuse me?” Pope while buttoning up his last buttons on his shirt walked right up to you and leaned down to be eye level with you.
“I said don’t wear this pretty number again. Unless it’s for me…. And only me. I don’t want no one looking at my girl.” While you were still processing what he said, Pope kissed you and slapped your ass before leaving the room. Did you die and go to heaven?? What the hell just happened???
PART II (Also here so you don’t have to scroll up lol)
Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
A/N: Hi Y’all! This is my first time posting on this platform. ☺️ I carried this over from Ao3. Before anyone corrects the timeline or wrongful events. I wrote this wayyyyy before the season came out and before I finished the manga. I was all in my feels. I hope you all enjoy it. 💛
~~ Kyojuro’s Dream ~~
‘Why am I here?’ While moving his hands, his right one gently tapped his sword. ‘Right, to report to my father about becoming a Hashira.’
His father was laying on his bed facing away from his son. The shoji to his fathers room was open so the fresh air filled the room. Shinjuro stayed reading a journal not acknowledging his son that sat near him. Kyojuro’s clammy hands rested on his legs and with his signature smile Kyojuro told his father everything.
“So what if you become a Hashira.. Worthless.. It means nothing… you'll still never amount to anything .. Neither you nor I.” His father’s words hurt him more than anything. Deciding to not push the subject, Kyojuro bowed and left his father’s room. The Rengoku estate was a beautiful place. A place that was once was filled with much laughter. A place where love was felt in every room. This house was an empty shell of what it once was.
“Brother..!” Senjuro, his little brother, opened the door to his room to meet him. “Did your news make.. father happy? I hope when... I become a hashira that father will acknowledge me as well.”
“Senjuro to be honest he was not happy.. He said that it meant nothing.. Even so, that will not extinguish my passion .. this flame in my heart burns strong.. I’ll never lose faith… “ Kyojuro kneeled in front of his brother and still with a bright smile on his face he gripped his brother’s smaller hands. “Listen Senjuro keep this firmly in mind… you have an older brother.. A brother who believes in you… whatever path you take you’re going to become a fine man.. Just keep that burning passion inside your heart… let's both do our best….. No matter how lonely it gets.”
Senjuro had tears streaming down his face as he took in his brother's words. Kyojuro’s heart broke at how broken his brother looked. The elder Rengoku held his arms open as Senjuro embraced him in a tight hug.
“I’ll make sure he turns into a fine man, Kyo.” And there you were. His flame.
Senjuro’s head quickly turned in Kyojuro’s embrace and his face lit up like the sun lit up the sky. “Nii-San!” Kyojuro felt the flames within his heart go ablaze as he saw his little brother run to the love of his life… his wife.
“Hello my little firecracker.” His wife embraced Senjuro as she combed her finger through his flamed color hair. Her beautiful eyes made her way to Kyojuro. “And Hello to you too my Love.”
Kyojuro stood from where he kneeled and made his way to the two. His red and yellow irises bore into her own red hues. It was as if her eyes were calling him to her. Senjuro moved his face from her belly to look at his brother with a big smile on his face. Kyojuro’s heart felt like it was going to explode at the smiles his wife and brother had while looking at him. His purpose to keep fighting stood right in front of him.
“They’re being extra active today brother!” As if Kyojuro’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. He cupped his wife’s swollen abdomen and felt his children kick against his hand. Senjuro made room so his brother could feel his nieces or nephews move within his sister in law.
“My flames…My loves!” Kyojuro shouted enthusiastically. His wife and brother giggled from his cheerful personality. Underneath the blue sky within The Rengoku estate, Kyojuro held his brother, his wife, and his children. He was at his happiest.
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Wails then filled the room. No longer was he outside in the yard of The Rengoku Estate but now he was within their room at the Butterfly Mansion. Kyojuro’s heart felt like it was on fire as tears started pooling in his eyes. His wife, sweaty and tired, had the brightest smile on her face while holding his two children.. His two sons. Tanjuro and Sanjuro Rengoku. His little flames were a spitting image of him. The flames in his heart grew twice in size that day. He held both his sons in his arms and despite having a smile on his face his tears still fell. They were his home.
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“Come home to us my love….”
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Kyojuro was in excruciating pain. He was kneeled in the surrounding field from where the train derailed. His body was done. The hole within his stomach was not something he could fix on his own. No breathing technique would be able to help his predicament he was in. It was his time… he knew it. He just wasn’t ready for it. The flames within his soul were slowly burning out and he was okay with it. He protected the weak with the strength he was gifted with. Kyojuro kept his promise he made to his mother all those years ago. It hurt so much though. His wife, children, and Senjuro’s smiles played in his mind as he remembered the memories he shared with them.
Tanjiro , the boy he promised to train, was crying near him. He could empathize with the boy. He remembers the tears he shed for the lives that were lost in his lifetime.
“Come here lad. Let us speak one last time.” Kyojuro needed to speak his words before his time came to an end. Tanjiro made his way to the Hashira and kneeled before him.
“When I was dreaming of the past… There was something I remembered . My old residence… you should go pay it a visit.” Kyojuro stopped staring at the ground and focused on the young boy's eyes. “There are notes left by the previous flame Hashira there. I recall my father used to read them often but I’m afraid I don’t know their content myself.” The rays from the sun surrounded Kyojuro and the demon's hand that was embedded in his stomach was slowly dissinerating. He continued to speak despite blood now seeping from the now opened wound. “Within those notes you might find the dance you mentioned…. The Hinokami Kagura.”
Tanjiro let out more cries as he didn’t want Kyojuro to speak any more, just so he could save his energy… just so he could prevent the inevitable. His time was coming and he could feel it. The pain was becoming numb and he could no longer feel his arms.
“Very soon I’ll be dead. Before that happens I need you to hear me out. I have a younger brother named Senjuro.. Please tell him to follow his heart and walk down the path he feels is right.. And tell my father that I want him to look after himself.” Krojuro’s eyes filled with tears as he choked up the next words. “Tell my wife and children.. That I love them. My flames… always burned for them.”
The news of the Flame Harashi having a family tore a new hole in Tanjiro’s heart. The older Kamado envisioned scenarios where Kyojuro is playing with his children or training them. He envisioned Kyojuro embracing his wife one last time before leaving the house. Tears kept spilling out of his eye because he knew… He knew what it was like losing a father. Inosuke was shaking while holding his swords, refusing to speak a word that might ruin the moment.
“And lastly about your sister. Know that I believe in her. I accept her as part of our ranks. Your sister shed blood to protect the people inside that train from demons and anyone who does that , regardless of what is said to the contrary, is a rightful member of the Demon Slayer Core.” Tanjiro was shaking before Kyojuro. Talking was becoming a challenge but Kyojuro needed the young slayer to hear his words. “So hold your head high.. If you are feeling disheartened, that you are somehow not enough set your heart ablaze. Dry your eyes and look ahead.. You may feel like digging your heels in but the flow of time waits for no one. It won’t patiently stand by as you grieve.”
Kyojuro’s voice was becoming hoarse. His body felt heavy and he was quickly losing feeling in other parts. The time was near and it secretly scared him. “Don’t feel bad that I’m going to die. As a Hashira it is natural I protect you all. The young buds must be allowed to bloom. Any other Hashira would’ve done the same as I. Young Kamado, Young Boar, and boy of yellow you must continue to grow and eventually you will end your aid by becoming the next Hashira. I believe in every one of you.”
His words caused the younglings to cry more but they were words that needed to be said. He needed them to know that he was proud. Kyojuro’s vision started to get blurry trying to maintain eye contact with Young Kamado. As his vision worsened, looking over Tanjiro’s shoulder Kyojuro saw his mother. She was as beautiful as ever. Tears that were pooled in his eyes were now streaming down his face.
“Mother, did I do well?.... The responsibility I-I took upon myself to fulfill.. Was I successful?”
“ I am so proud of you, my son. “ His mother’s smile gave him the closure he needed and he couldn’t help but smile. He trusted Tanjiro and his friends to take care of his family, most importantly his children. He was okay. He was ready. Kyojuro closed his eyes and embraced his fate.
“I’ll watch over you, my flames…”
Cries from the young slayers could be heard from miles away. The pain each of them felt was evident in their screams. Miles away Kyojuro’s wife felt a painful sting in her chest while tears cascaded down her face. “ K-Kyo….”
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It had been a few days since the incident with the Mugen Train. A few days since they lost their friend and teacher. Tanjiro, Nezuko, Inosuke, and Zenita were on their way to the Rengoku residence. Inosuke and Tanjiro refused to stop until they were face to face with the former Hashira’s family. They wanted to apologize, to beg for forgiveness.
“Do you think she will be mad?” Zenitsu could help but ask.
“I-I am not sure.”
Inosuke throughout the trip had been awfully quiet. Tanjiro and Zenitsu believe it was his way of grieving… so they just let him be. In truth they were all grieving in their own way. Zenitsu took on carrying Nezuko to find some comfort in the girl. Tanjro kept repeating the words Mr. Rengoku told him from their last conversation. He couldn’t help but carry the guilt of knowing there was a family without a father because he wasn’t strong enough.
Pink petals were soon blowing through the roadway leading up to The Rengoku Estate. It was an ethereal sight. Cherry blossom tree petals continued to litter the ground as the winds blew through them. Inosuke, who was leading the group, abruptly stopped in place. Tanjiro, who was a step behind him, slammed into his back.
“Inosuke what's wr--... “ It was then three sets of eyes landed on a short boy with blonde and red hair sweeping the grounds outside of the gate. It was like looking at Mr. Rengoku again. Tanjiro started tearing up. Every emotion hit him at once while looking at the younger brother of the former Hashima. Pain. Grief. Guilt. Failure.
No matter how they felt they needed to do this. It was one of Mr. Rengoku’s last wishes.
Sucking in a death breath to steady his aching heart. Tanjiro made the first steps towards Senjuro. The increasing footsteps are what caught the young boy's attention. His red and yellow irises eyed the trio as they stood before him. His face quickly fell as he noticed the Demon Slayer Uniform. Grief was completely consuming Tanjiro the more he looked at Senjuro. He tried to spit out the words he practiced saying whenever he saw the boy.. But the words were stuck in his throat as tears continued to fall. Senjuro understood his pain as tears started pooling in his own eyes.
“W-We came to fulfill Mr. Rengoku’s last request.” Tanjiro finally managed to spit out.
“I know what happened. Well... I was briefly told what had happened.” Senjuro choked on his words. “Are you guys okay?”
That question didn’t settle well with any of the boys as they all started crying. Senjuro tried his best to calm the situation but to no avail, the boys kept apologizing.
“Senji!!” A little voice put a halt to their tearful apologies. All eyes focused on a little boy running towards them, from further into the estate came another Kyojuro look alike. He looked no more than three to four years old. Like Sejuro and Kyojuro he had yellow, red hair and bug eyes to match.
“Yes, Tanjuro?” Instead of answering his uncle the little boy eyed the trio with a big smile on his face. The image itself pinched their hearts because it was just like looking at Kyojuro smiling even in his final moment.
“I like your mask.” Little sparkles came from Inosuke due to the complement.
“Where’s Sanjuro?”
“He’s with mom.” Tanjuro gasped and smiled big. “I remember now! Mom is calling for you, Senji.”
Senjuro sighed and looked at the trio. “You guys are welcome to come in. I’ll prepare tea for everyone.”
“Tea! Tea! Tasty! Tasty!” Tanjuro ran around Senjuro as he walked towards the estate.
Zenistu was still in tears as the trio followed Senjuro. “Mr. Rengoku was saying the same thing!!”
Before they could enter the estate, the group heard a boisterous voice. “This is Tasty!! Thank you Mother!” The little boy traveling with them laughed. “That’s Sanjuro! Come on! Come on!” Tanjuro pulled on Senjuro’s hand towards where his brother was at.
Tanjiro’s keen sense of smell picked up on the different scents that were in the area of the estate. The boy picked up the scents of the people within the building. Most importantly he could smell the love Kyojuro left behind.. It filled every crack of the structure. The scent engulfed Tanjiro as if it was welcoming him in. As if it was welcoming them further in the place Kyojuro called home. Senjuro led them to a room that was closest to the back yard. The wooden door was open so the cool breeze could flow through. In the middle of said room was a female with brown hair and burgundy eyes. Her face was full of pure adoration as her gaze was on the little boy who was the exact clone of his father. In this area Tanjiro noticed Kyojuro’s scent was the strongest, it consumed the room. Was Kyojuro leading him here? Was this where he wanted him to be?
The little boy eating turned his head towards the group when they made their presence known. Sanjuro, who was walking with Senjuro, ran towards his mother and brother. Kyojuro’s wife smiled at the group as she situated her sons.
“Hello. My name is (Y/N).” Her smile melted every resolve the group had. “These are my boys Tanjuro and Sanjuro. It’s hard to tell them apart at first… but the more you get to know them the easier it is.” She stood from the table and welcomed them in. “Come on in and eat. Your journey must’ve been long and stressful.”
Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu couldn't withhold the determination they built as they all bowed before the former Hashira’s wife.
“We’re sorry!.. W-We’re so very sorry.” Tanjiro could see his tears wet the soil below him. “I-If only I wasn’t injured… or if I could’ve got up faster.. I-I --” He stopped when he felt her warm palm comb through his hair.
“Don’t apologize my sweet boy. My husband died doing what he loved.” (Y/N)’s eyes glazed over despite having a smile on her face. “He had this belief that if you were born strong you had the duty to protect the weak. You four saved all those people on that train.”
Inosuke was trying to bury his head in the ground so no one could see the tears that were spewing from his eyes. Zenitsu laid face down crying his eyes out. Did they deserve this forgiveness? How was she able to smile through this?
“He told me to come here..” Tanjiro tried to clear the ball in his throat. “.. H-He told me to come here to tell you that he loves you and his children… and that his flames burned for you all.”
“That silly man. I will always have proof of his love right here.” (Y/N) looked at her twin boys who were smiling at the group. Tanjiro lifted his head and focused intently on Senjuro.
“Mr. Rengoku also told me to look for you. To tell you to follow your heart and to walk down the path you believe is right!” Senjuro’s eyes softened. His older brother was still looking out for him.. Like he promised he would. His red, yellow eyes moved towards the soft burgundy ones watching him. “I don’t want to follow in my big brother’s footsteps. I am not strong enough to even get a color change on my blade but I could do other things to help people!”
“All Kyojuro ever wanted was for you to be happy, my little flame… and to grow into a wonderful man.” Senjuro was reduced to tears at her words.
“That’s okay uncle!” Tanjuro stood from where he sat at the table, Sanjuro following suit. The identical twins had their arms crossed with the biggest smiles on their faces. “Well be the next flame Hashiras!”
Tanjiro's eyes widened as he swore he saw Kyojuro standing behind his boys with his identical smile. He could already feel the strength they were gifted with. Tanjiro knew they were going to be strong Demon Slayers. Both bug eyes landed on Tanjiro and the group. “Train Us! So we could be strong like you all.”
Inosuke quickly stood up and blew heavily through the boar snout. “We start training now!!” He grabbed the twins by their small yukata and carried them to an open area in the backyard. Zenitsu gently put down Nezuko as he ran after Inosuke and the children. “Don’t carry them like that!! Don’t drop them!! INOSUKE!!”
(Y/N) smiled at the change of demeanor. She didn’t want to be sad. Not when she had the wonderful opportunity to spend her time with her soulmate and have two beautiful children. He died doing what he loved. He was with his mother now. She watched the boar boy and the boy in yellow chase after her children and her heart felt at peace. She was going to be okay. They all were.
“I’ll go make us some tea. Please eat up and rest while you’re here.” (Y/N) told both Senjuro and Tanjiro before getting up and walking out of the room.
“My brother talked about you a lot. The boy who was traveling with a demon.” Tanjiro bristled. “Always mentioned how the new generation of demon slayers were coming. My brother was very proud of you.” Senjuro points to one of the twins chasing Zenistu. “He named one of his children in honor of you, Tanjuro Rengoku. You could guess where he got Sanjuro from.”
Tanjiro’s heart felt like it was going to explode. This trip was to fulfill the former Hashira’s last wishes but now he wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to leave. Not when Kyojuro led him to his family that he kept hidden. How was Tanjiro supposed to leave and not return to them?
“My brother’s crow came home right after the incident. He told (Y/N) that Big Brother mentioned The Hinokami Kagura within father’s notes.” Senjuro panicked a little bit. “My father destroyed his notes. He hasn’t been taking any of this well. (Y/N) has been managing him… B-But I’ll try to fix them for you.”
“Thank you very much, Senjuro.” Tanjiro said with the brightest smile he could muster. Both boys focused their attention on the twins now running away from Inosuke and Zenistu. Their laughter filled the air and Tanjiro felt at peace in this moment.
“I’ll take care of them for you Mr. Rengoku.”
“Thank You~”
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Since that eventful day Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu kept their word. Any free time they could spare they would always end up at the Rengoku Estate. Whether it was to read with Senjuro, train with the twins, or simply just to help Mrs. Rengoku around the house. Tanjuro, Sanjuro, Senjuro, and (Y/N) always welcomed the boys and Nezuko with open arms. They had family meals together and always included them in anything they had going on. The boys and Nezuko made their small family bigger… they felt at home.
Tanjiro continued to smile as Tanjuro, Sanjuro, and Senjuro grew older. It was like seeing Kyojuro Rengoku all over again. Same looks, same smile, but different personalities. Senjuro liked to read and hear the stories Tanjiro told about Inosuke and Zenitsu. He made sure to always have stories to tell the younger Rengoku brother. Tanjuro was every inch of his father. From his boisterous charisma to his calculated actions. Senjuro was the same as his brother. Tanjiro loved that the signature Rengoku smile never once left their faces. Their swordsmanship was amazing for their age. Tanjiro knew they prided themselves on their father’s belief and he continued to support that belief.
Adam Ruzek was starting to get a little concerned that Y/N had yet to return his phone call. Pulling out his phone for the tenth time within five minutes, he let out a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t like Y/N to not answer his calls or texts, but he usually didn’t leave to go to work after a massive fight. Now thinking back to the fight, he couldn’t even remember what it was about. Dirty laundry? Maybe dirty dishes?
“What’s going on?” Alvin Olinsky questioned to the man.
Adam looked up and ran a hand over his tired face, “Y/N isn’t answering her phone. Something isn’t right Al."
Adam recalled their previous fights and of course Y/N would let him stew for an hour or two, but it was now going on two o'clock in the afternoon, which Y/N would have replied with something by then.
"Let’s swing by the house.” Al suggested and Adam wasted no time in agreeing.
Adam quickly grabbed his coat and made sure to have his gun, badge and cell phone and followed Al out of the station.
Getting into the car, Adam had decided to check the find friends app on his phone, making Y/N use it in case something had ever happened. Y/N refused at first, not liking the idea of being checked up on, but Adam’s over protective side came out full force since he was in the Intelligence Unit.
“That’s weird…” Adam commented to himself as he saw that Y/N’s phone was on the move slowly, causing him to furrow his eyebrows, “Take a left here.” Adam pointed to the street ahead and looked around the familiar neighborhood for Y/N car.
“Maybe she’s meeting one of her friends?” Al offered, causing Adam to glance to his co-worker, “How mad was she when you left this morning?” Al questioned.
“She was mad, but she wouldn’t go this long without saying anything. I know Y/N Al, something isn’t right. I don’t know what it is, but I just feel it.” Adam explained, almost thinking he sounded crazy.
“We’ll find her.” Al promised.
Adam and Al found the location of Y/N cell phone and realized that it was in the back of a dump trunk, meaning that someone had gotten ahold of Y/N phone and threw it away. Adam instantly began to panic and raced to the car, almost leaving Al behind as he jumped into the driver’s seat and took off towards the home he shared with Y/N.
His fists were ghost white as he gripped the steering wheel, the knots in his stomach was growing more intense as he reached their street. He tried to control his breathing as he came to a screeching halt in front of their home. Wasting no time, Adam jumped out of the car and raced towards the front door with Al right behind him.
Stopping right before the door, Adam realized the door wasn’t latched and he quickly pulled out his gun, and then pushed the door the rest of the way open.
“Y/N?!” Adam quickly shouted as he scoped out the living room to see it empty, while Al went through the dining room and into the kitchen. Adam moved towards the stairs to head up to the second floor, “Baby?!” Adam hollered out.
The entire house was eerily silent and it did nothing to calm Adam down as he went to the bedroom he shared with his girlfriend after scoping out the entire second floor. He couldn’t tell if anything was out of place or taken, but he knew that Y/N had been taken. Adam took a seat on the edge of the bed, his gun sat on the mattress, and he put his face into the palm of his hands trying to figure out a game plan. He thought if Y/N had made any sort of plans that he had forgot, and hoped he was just over reacting, but he knew that Y/N had nothing planned with any of her friends or family.
“Adam.” Al’s voice caused Adam to look up, he noticed something in his hand and Adam furrowed his eyebrows, “Might want to look at this.” Al suggested, walking into the bedroom to hand him the paper in his hand.
Adam took the paper, his eyes began to scan the paper and the small black and white photo paperclipped to the corner. Y/N is pregnant, pregnant with his child. His heart beat increased and he was sure that he was going to pass out. He always wanted a family, but he thought that Y/N would be delivering the news.
“You think she left because…” Al began to speak but Adam cut him off.
“She wouldn’t leave because she’s pregnant Al.” Adam stated, staring at the ultra sound photo of their unborn child.
Adam had spaced out staring at the picture, trying to wrap his head around the news, and knew that he had to get Y/N back, but he wasn’t even sure where to start now that he had found her phone. His mind was going ten thousand miles an hour with so many different thoughts.
“Ruzek!” Al shouted causing Adam’s head to snap up, “We need to head back to the station.” Al stated causing Adam to grow tense but followed Al out of the house, and wasn’t surprised to see a cop car sitting outside and knew that Al had called it in that Y/N was missing.
Adam and Al got into the car and headed back to the station, making sure to break almost every traffic law there was. Adam rushed out of the car once Al had pulled into the parking lot and wasted no time in rushing into the building.
… . .
“What the hell do you mean we can’t trace the video?!” Adam shouted, “He has Y/N and we need to find her!” Adam began to pace.
When he had entered the station nearly two hours ago, he wasn’t prepared to see his girlfriend being videotapped in some warehouse sitting in a metal chair with her hands ties and her eyes covered. He definitely wasn’t prepared for the wild goose chase the capture had decided to send Chicago PD on in order to get her back.
“Do I need to pull you off this?” Hank Voight questioned causing Adam to huff in frustration.
“She’s pregnant.” Adam commented lowly, his mind racing with thoughts, “We need to find her."
"We will, but we can’t afford for you to go in guns blazing. You need a clear head.” Hank instructed and Adam gave a nod.
Adam knew that Mouse was trying everything he could in order to get a location on the warehouse, but it was bouncing from every cell tower all over Chicago and it was hard to crack.
“I’m stepping out for some air.” Adam stated, not missing the sympathetic looks he was recieving on his way out.
… . .
“We got a location."
Adam’s head snapped up within a fraction of a second at the sound of Al’s voice. He had been sitting near the car for an hour, and jumped up ignoring the stiff muscles as he caught the vest Al threw at him and noted the entire Intelligence Unit loading up in their cars along with several patrol men and women.
Adam took a deep breath as he got into the passenger seat, he realized his hands were shaking in fear of the worst, but tried to will the bad thoughts away.
The busy streets of Chicago passed by in a blur as Adam let his mind think of his unborn child. It was something he had wanted ever since he had met Y/N. It was something he wanted to share with the love of his life. Over the past couple of months, they had gotten a little more careless about protection, knowing that if it happened it was something that they would face head on.
Now, Adam was scared to death that he wouldn’t be able to do everything he wished with Y/N and their baby. Sending a silent prayer towards the sky, Adam put his game face on, knowing that he’d stop at nothing to get Y/N back safe.
… . .
Arriving at the warehouse, Adam knew that Y/N was just inside the building, and as of twenty minutes ago, unharmed. He had to take a few deep breaths in order to calm himself and not do anything irrational, knowing that if he did, it could put Y/N and their unborn child in danger.
Adam waited for the order to go into the building with the rest of their crew. He had made sure that his bullet proof vest was secured and looked to Voight who gave the team a nod, and began their way into the warehouse, making sure to be as quiet as possible.
Once they entered the building, Adam could hear Y/N pleading with the man, "Please, just let me go.” Y/N cried and it broke Adam’s heart. The man had yelled back at her to shut up and Y/N let out a small squeak and sniffled. Adam had his gun held out, ready to pull the trigger if need be. As Y/N’s sniffs became more clear, Adam knew that they were getting close.
“Why aren’t they coming for you?!” The man snapped as Adam approached the cracked door, waiting for the others to get into location, “They must not care about you too much.” The man chuckled.
“Trust me, you’ll regret taking me the moment they get here.” Y/N mumbled, mostly to herself.
Adam couldn’t help the small smirk that formed on his mouth when he heard Y/N, and then furrowed his eyebrows a moment later when he realized the man had smacked her.
“Move. Now."
Adam didn’t think twice before kicking the cracked door open and his gun aimed straight ahead with a look of fury on his face. He looked to Y/N to see that she had a red spot forming on her cheek.
"Put the knife down!” Voight yelled, causing Adam to tear his eyes away from Y/N and moved them to the man who kidnapped her, and noticed the knife. He let out a shaky breath and took a step towards Y/N only for the man to take a step closer to her.
“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.” Adam stated, his finger on the trigger, waiting to take the shot if need be, “You’re surrounded with guns…” Adam began to speak but Y/N’s voice had stopped him.
“A..adam?” Y/N cried out.
“I’m here baby…” Adam kept his eyes trained on the man with the knife and knew that Y/N had began to cry in relief, “We can do this two ways…” Adam tried to reason with the man, but he had gotten closer to Y/N, with the knife aimed right towards her chest, so Adam took the shot without a second thought.
Y/N screamed out at the sound, since her eyes were still covered, Adam rushed to her to let her know that she was safe. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” Adam leaned down to wrap and arm around her while his free hand began untie her wrists.
The moment Y/N’s hands were free, she yanked the blind fold off and threw herself at Adam, “I’m so sorry!” Y/N cried as she buried her face into his chest, Adam made sure to keep her shielded from the dead man on the floor a few feet away.
“God I thought I lost you two…” Adam mumbled causing Y/N to freeze for a moment.
“What…how?” Y/N looked up.
“Al saw the ultrasound picture and showed me.” Adam smiled, as Y/N cupped his cheeks and wiped his cheeks, “Let’s get you to the hospital, I want to make sure my babies are okay.”
Imaging being pregnant with your lovers baby causing you to flee the city.
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\ Request from @mischief11things /
Hi, Can I get a one shot where the reader was a lover of Oberyn who ran off when she found out she was pregnant out of fear? And he finds her months later and is totally loving and understanding?
\ Request from anonymous /
I know you have tons of requests but if you get the inspiration or have others similar, then pleaseee write something with Oberyn! The world needs more Oberyn Martell! 🙌🏻😍
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This couldn’t be happening.
Your dainty hands shook as you knelt over an old bucket, vomit burning your throat.
Fear churned your stomach - you knew what had caused this random illness… and it terrified you.
Less than seven months ago, an affair had started between yourself and the strikingly handsome prince, Oberyn Martell.
Many nights of passion and lust had resulted in the inevitable; you were pregnant.
“Silly girl” You whimpered to yourself, hot tears falling down your red cheeks as you gripped your messy hair.
Panic swirled in your mind with poisonous thoughts.
Your child would be a bastard.
Less than that - a bastard of a bastard.
In your state of trepidation, you had come to the conclusion that Oberyn wouldn’t support you. After all, in your mind, you were nothing but his whore.
You brought your hand to your belly and began speaking to the unborn.
“I know I seem sad and scared about this now…” You sniffled, trying to remain calm. “…but I will love you with all my heart.”
And with that, a night of self loathing followed. You paced back and forth in your small one bedroom hut that was located in the slums of Dorne.
Money had never been important to you before now, so you had never worked for anything more than what you needed.
Your pure, undeniable internal (and external) beauty brought you riches of love and care from those who you held dear. That was all that mattered.
But now… everything had changed. With a baby, you wouldn’t be able to work and the only people whom you trusted were in Kings Landing.
It took a couple hours of restlessness before you finally made a decision. You would leave before dawn and never look back.
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It had been two months since you’d found out about the life growing inside of you.
Two months since you had last seen your lover. Although that’s not a large quantity of time, it felt a lot longer knowing that you would never see him again.
You were back where you came from and residing with a childhood friend of yours. Her home was large enough for the both of you and very comfortably located in the nicer area of Kings Landing.
“Y/N?” Your friend called for you, breaking your train of thought.
“Yes?”
“There’s a gentleman here for you.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion as you cautiously made your way to the front door.
As soon as your saw who it was waiting, the room began spinning and your heart stopped.
“Y/N… my darling beauty.” Oberyn sighed in relief as his eyes met yours.
Without hesitating, he pushed through the door and rushed to swiftly engulf you.
“I have searched high and low for you.” He whispered in your smooth hair as he held you tightly.
You automatically clung to him and wrapped your arms securely around his torso; shock clear in your expression.
After a few moments of silence, you slowly removed yourself from his embrace. “W-what are you doing here?” Your soft voice questioned shakily.
“I have come for you, my love.” The Martell refused to let you go completely, his strong hands rested on your hips as he stared lovingly into your [colour] eyes.
“I have missed you so much.” He muttered before desperately crashing his lips against yours.
The kiss was short but conveyed every emotion the both of you had felt over the recent months.
“My prince.” You whispered whilst resting your forehead against Oberyn’s.
“Mmm?” He hummed, his eyes shut as he revelled in complete content.
You said nothing but instead, you held his hand in yours and placed it on your swollen stomach.
Oberyn slowly opened his beautiful brown eyes and a look of surprise crossed his face. “This is why you left?” He asked, his tone laced with care.
“I was scared of what you might say… of what might happen to us.” You explained nervously.
“Oh my love.” He dropped to his knees and held your waist before lightly kissing your bump. “You are so stupid.”
Hurt crawled up your chest. “How so?”
The prince chuckled to himself before smirking up at you.
“Because if you’d have told me sooner…
…we’d be married by now.”
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