( TONGUE TIED ! ) fw imagines

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part two!

EIGHT YEARS LATER

"daddy, no!" the two year olds high pitched voice shouted as he chased her around the house.

"you better run, vi." finn chuckled as he very slowly ran after the girl, "i'm gonna get you!"

the dark haired child squealed as he picked her up by the waist, tucking his nose into her stomach and tickling her.

the now twenty-three year old man decided that college wasn't his forte and he'd rather be a stay at home father, adopting the little girl nearly right after he bought his first apartment.

"hungry." violet stuttered out as he continued tickling her, and her words caused him to stop.

nodding down at her, the young man rested her on his torso as he walked to the kitchen to prepare her some food.

*

before he knew it, the sun had set and night time arrived, meaning it was time to put his daughter to sleep.

"goodnight, bubba." finn whispered, pecking her forehead. her huge e/c eyes were staring up at him drowsily. he couldn't help but think of y/n and her y/e/c ones.

feeling a familiar tug at his heart, he brushes back a few strands of the child's hair before leaving the room, leaving the door a crack.

this is how most of his days went. every now and then he'd take violet to the park or grocery shopping, but for the most part they stayed inside.

he felt bad for keeping her inside all the time, but it was hard for him to go out without being reminded of the girl he was so deeply in love with.

he didn't want his daughter to live a life like he did; he didn't want her to get too close to someone and then end up losing them.

as the curly haired man lie awake in bed, he thought back to years ago, when y/n was still alive.

he drifts off to sleep with the thought of the beautiful female on his mind.

*

finn wakes up earlier than normal, due to the sound of someone knocking on the door.

at first, he believes he's dreaming but as the sound continues he sits up.

a groan escapes from deep within him as he sits up and walks down the hall to the door, narrowing his eye as he checks the peephole.

what he sees leaves him on the verge of tears.

he rubs his eyes, trying to get himself out of his sleepy haze. once again he checks the peephole but the female is still standing there, looking as gorgeous as ever.

"h-hello?" her voice calls, knocking one more time. she's looking right at the peephole, and finn feels as if she's staring into his soul.

his pale hands shake as they unlock the door, his eyebrows furrow and his eyes well with tears.

he was confused. how was this possible?