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sarahsmi13s · 11 months

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Duckie

Chapter 7

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x twin sister!reader; jake ‘hangman’ seresin x bradshaw!reader (finally!)

characters: y/n bradshaw, nick bradshaw, jake seresin, bradley bradshaw (mentioned) penny benjamin, the kazanskys, nick’s baby sitter, some random drunk named malcolm

word count: ~3.7k

warnings: language, fluffy, drinking, mentions of a bullshit rumor, nick being the cutest, the struggles of dating as a single mom, cannon character deaths mentioned (kendall and goose), jake being a charming lil shit, let me know if i missed any

a/n: hey look at that, duckie’s back! this takes place just short of a year after chapter 6

series summary: daughter of goose and carole and twin sister to bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, y/n bradshaw also got her papers pulled when she tried to enlist in the Navy. which turned out to not be as bad as she thought.

chapter summary: it’s duckie and bradley’s birthday! you know what that means... she has kept her promise of no dating until her and brad were 26. and as she celebrates her birthday at the hard deck, she catches the green eyes of one blond aviator.

‘duckie’ universe

pt 6 pt 8

************** (26 and 3)

It was that time again, yours and Bradley's birthday. But this one you weren’t spending together, Bradley was currently deployed and you were in California at home with your toddler.

“Y/N, why don’t you find a babysitter and come to the Hard Deck? You work so hard, you deserve a break on your birthday,” Penny said through the phone.

The bar wasn’t even open, it was only 4, but Penny didn’t mind letting you come by early before the rush of pilots showed up.

“I don’t know Pen. He’s been such a handful today and I don’t want to bother Serenity, she’s getting stuff ready for school-”

“I’ve already talked to Sarah, you just have to make the call.” You sighed, “Okay, thank you Penny.” “Of course, Y/N.”

You hung up and ran a hand down your face. “Hey, Nicky?” He ran around the corner, “Yeah, Mama?”

“Do you wanna go to Uncle Ice’s?” He nodded, “Yes, ma’am!” You smiled, “Okay, go change and I’ll pack you a bag.”

He quickly did as told and you packed him a bag that would last him a few hours, calling the Kazansky’s in the process.

“Hey, Y/N, you dropping Nick off?” You chuckled at the fact she already knew. “Yes, ma’am. We’ll be there in a bit.”

“See you soon, hun.” You hung up grabbing your keys as you went in search of your son.

“Nicky, you ready?” You asked, leaning on his bedroom door frame. He had a white t-shirt on and a Hawaiian shirt that his uncle had bought him. “Baby, your shirt’s on wrong. Can I fix it?” He nodded, and held his arms out.

You flipped the button up shirt around and put it on him properly. “There we go. You ready?” He nodded and made grabby hands, telling you he wanted to be picked up. You picked him up and you left to drop him off at the Admiral’s house.

****

Once you got there you got him out of his carseat and held his hand as you walked to the door.

“Now, promise me you’ll be good for Ice and Sarah?” He nodded, “Okay, Mama.” You kissed his forehead and gave Sarah his bag.

“Now I packed stuff in case he wanted to go to the beach.” You looked back at your son, “Nicky, I love you baby.” “Wove you too Mama.”

“Is that my favorite Bradshaw?”

“Ice!” Nick turned at the sound of the pilot's voice.

The toddler carefully got off the porch and ran to the man.

“Hey, buddy!” Ice scooped him up and walked up the steps, meeting you with a side hug and temple kiss at the top. “Hey birthday girl.” You hummed and hugged him back, “Hey Ice, you’re home early.” “We had an early day.”

You nodded, “Ah, I see. Okay, well I’m gonna be on my way. Be good, Nicky. Please call me if you need anything.”

“Bye, Mama!” Your son reached up to peck your temple much like he watched Ice and Bradley do, and it made your heart swell.

****

You have been at the Hard Deck nursing the same drink for the past 2 hours. You were having fun; it wasn’t particularly busy, just full of pilots, most of them young and you didn’t recognize them.

You looked around and chuckled slightly, “Where did all the pilots come from?” Penny chuckled, “Did you not hear? They’re all here for Top Gun.” “Wait, Top Gun?!” You looked around again, seeing the young pilots play pool and talking to girls that swoon at the site of a uniform.

“You look awfully lonely, Darlin’.”

You turned back to see a man in his khaki uniform and he was just oozing charm. Penny glanced at you, wanting to know if you need her to handle it but you just tapped the bar and she nodded, moving to another area.

“And you look awfully cocky, Lieutenant.”

The man seemed surprised you knew his rank, but didn’t mention it. “Name’s Hangman.”

“Ah, the call sign,” you commented, hiding your smirk by taking a drink. “I’m Y/N. And I would ask where you got that name, but I think I can figure it out.”

He just chuckled, leaning against the bar and looking at the ground. “So, are you in the Navy or-” “My dad was, my brother and uncle are.”

He nodded, “Right, so did your dad retire?” The way you shifted and took a quick sip of your drink told him that wasn’t the case. “I’m sorry.” You shook off the apology, “Don’t be. It was a long time ago.”

You knew that you had to lighten the mood, cause after that most men make it worse.

“So, what’s the name behind the call sign?” You added a smile to show him that you were comfortable talking to him. He smiled back, “Jake Seresin.”

You sat up straighter, “Well, Lieutenant Seresin, why don’t you sit down? Unless…” You turned slightly towards the pool tables, “You have a pool game to get back to.” He shook his head, sitting down, “I’d rather give you my attention.” You playfully smacked his arm and Jake felt electrified, something that didn’t normally happen to him.

He was the playboy, he didn’t get butterflies. He didn’t smile, he smirked. He didn’t laugh, he chuckled. But something about you just flipped this switch, and he didn’t want to turn it off.

“So, what are you doing here all alone?” You giggled a little, your cheeks tinting pink, “It’s my birthday actually.” He arched a brow, “And you’re spending it alone in a bar?”

“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” you laughed dryly. “And you’re here, I’m not completely alone.”

“Well I’m happy to be of service,” he smiled again.

He nudged your shoulder, “But seriously, wouldn’t you rather party? Really let loose.” You sipped your drink, “I’ve never been a fan of partying, not since high school. And, not to get all sentimental, but my twin is currently deployed and I normally celebrate with him.” Jake nodded in understanding.

“Let me buy you a drink, a new drink because you’ve been nursing that one for a while. It can’t taste good.” You shook your head, “No it’s-” You took another sip, “Okay, you’re right. It’s not good.”

Jake couldn’t help but chuckle and that turned into a laugh once you started laughing. “So, is that a yes to that drink?”

You hesitated, not wanting to lead Jake on because, while he had that pilot's cockiness, he seemed to be sweet when it mattered.

You were hesitant to date because, yes, you still loved Kendall, but you knew that you had to move on. You tried a year ago and that didn’t end well, you honestly wanted to just stay single. But being a single mom wasn’t easy…

And despite how hard you tried to tell yourself that ‘Mom didn’t move on, why should I?’, it was like she was thumping you on the back of your head and telling you that you aren’t her and you deserve someone that will make you happy.

Not to say you weren’t happy, cause you were.

Nick brought you so much joy, and that was another thing that froze your dating life. Men -let’s be real, boys- aren’t always up to date a single mom. They don’t want the responsibility of a child that isn’t even theirs.

And you weren’t just going to settle with a man that made you happy, you needed a man that made him happy as well. Nick is your world, and Nick deserved someone that loved him as much as his biological father would.

You sighed before smiling at the blond, “Sure, why not? It’s my birthday after all.” Jake smiled in victory.

Penny had overheard and made her way over, “Anything I can get you two?” As Jake reached into his wallet, Penny winked at you. “What’ll it be?” “I’ll take whatever you have on tap. Birthday girl?” You blushed a little at the name. “You want the same thing you had?” You nodded, sliding the watered down Amaretto to Penny. “Please.”

She slid Jake his glass and you yours. “Can I get you two anything else?” You glanced at Jake and he just shrugged, letting you decide, “Not right now, Pen. I’ll catch you if I do.” She nodded and once again, moved on.

“Thank you for the drink, Hangman.” He nodded, “Of course, birthday girl. And please, call me Jake, it’s just the two of us.” Your lips curled into a flirty smirk, “Well, thank you, Jake.”

He comically shivered, but he also actually shivered, “I like the way that sounds. You say my name so pretty. And anything you want tonight is on me.” You giggled and bumped his shoulder a little, “Aren’t you a stud, Lieutenant?” He barked out a laugh, his blush darkening his tanned face.

A song came on, making Jake perk up and smirk. “Wanna go dance?” You looked nervously at Penny who encouraged you with a smile.

You nodded and downed the rest of your drink, coughing a little, “Bad idea.” Jake laughed again, finding your little comments, whether they’re under your breath or out loud, hilarious.

You accepted his outstretched hand and moved to the little area that wasn’t necessarily for dancing, but that’s where everyone normally dances.

As you danced, you and Jake carried on conversing.

��So, Top Gun?” He nodded, “Yeah, best of the best, Darlin’.”

“Well, you’ve already got the ego,” you teased, giggling at the end as Jake spun you.

When you landed back in his arms you looked up at him, “Do you do this with all the girls, Lieutenant?” “Just on their birthday,” he winked as he continued to sway, hands on your hips.

You had honestly been a little surprised that Jake was keeping his hands on your hips or waist, not squeezing or anything and not moving them to your ass like most guys did.

You just smiled back, unconsciously playing with the short hair at the base of his head while getting lost in his green eyes.

All the while he was getting lost in your (e/c) eyes, and melting into your fingertips that gently scratched his head and neck. He didn’t think this was a feeling he ever would crave, but here he was being slowly coiled around this woman’s finger and he didn’t want to run away.

He had gotten so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice that you had started singly softly as the song changed. “Pretty, funny, and can sing? You are just the total package, ain’t ya?” You laugh, a pang of guilt and insecurity in your chest. “I don’t know about that one.”

“Oh,” Jake scoffed, “Don’t sell yourself short, Darlin’. I’m sure you’ve got a line of guys at your door.” You shook your head, “No, actually.” He didn’t hide his genuine shock, “Well, I guess I’m first in line.” “I guess-”

Your phone rang.

You sighed, “I’m so sorry. I need to take this.” Jake nodded and let you go, making sure you made it to the door without interruptions. The pilot sighed and made his way back to the bar.

“Don’t get too close to her.” He heard someone say off to his side.

“Excuse me?”

“Look, she does this all the time,” the man was clearly drunk, but Hangman couldn’t help the slight disappointment in his chest.

“Some poor soul flirts with her, buys her a few drinks. Then she gets a phone call, once it’s over she comes back but is checking it every few minutes. She’s obviously just getting free drinks and getting a kick out of getting some poor guy's hopes up before shutting him down and going home. She’s probably already got a man-”

“Malcolm, do I need to remind you of the rules?” Penny interjected, finally being able to step away from the patron in front of her. “Either: shut the hell up, buy the whole bar a round, or I’ll call you a cab.” The man shut his mouth and held out his card. “That’s what I thought.” She closed his tab but his friend was already at the bar and could drive him home.

“I’m sorry about that, Lieutenant. Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know shit.” Jake nodded and glanced back outside, seeing you at a table just to the right of the stairs on the sand still on the phone.

“What’s her favorite appetizer?” Penny smiled, already being able to tell what was happening, “Nachos probably.”

Jake turned back to her, “Do you have any deserts? Pie, cake, ice cream?”

“She’ll probably want ice cream, it’s pretty warm out today.” Jake nodded, “Okay, I’ll take nachos and two orders of her favorite ice cream.” Penny nodded and quickly sent the nacho order to the kitchen and made the ice cream herself, making sure to add a little bit more to yours.

****

You had finished your call before Penny had filled the order.

Nick was missing you and was crying because he wanted to talk to you, claiming to have missed your voice. Which instantly made you tear up.

So you talked to him and he managed to let it slip that they were on the way to the beach. You told him to be sure and stay by Sarah or Ice’s side and not wander off. He said okay and told you he loved you then hung up.

“Hey, everything okay?”

“Oh my gosh!” You jumped at the sound of Jake's voice. He laughed, green eyes crinkling in the corner, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He was still laughing and laughed harder when you playfully narrowed your eyes at him.

You looked at what was in his hands, “Wait, are those nachos?” He nodded, grinning wide, “Sure are, Penny said they were your favorite.” You blushed, realizing he most definitely asked.

“So, was that your boyfriend?”

You shook your head, scratching at your temple, “No, it was a friend. She was needing some help.” He nodded, wanting to believe you but something was telling him you weren’t telling the truth. “Oh okay.”

You grabbed a chip, “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” “You’re welcome.”

You make small talk as you eat the nachos.

“So, you know what I do, but what do you do?” You nodded, swallowing the bite in your mouth, “I’m actually a high school teacher, and I’m an assistant coach for the softball team.” He nodded, humming, “Really? That’s cool.”

You shrugged, “Not as cool as flying a fighter jet.” Jake laughed, “Don’t stroke my ego, now.” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” you winked and ate a chip.

“You said your dad and uncle were in the Navy, and your brother’s on a deployment. Why didn’t you join?” You shrugged, dusting off your hands as you ate your last chip, “I was going to, but something got in the way. I went to Arkansas for college to play softball and I got a degree in teaching.” Jake nodded, swallowing his bite before asking, “Why teaching?”

You brought your legs to lay flat on the bench, “Well I want to help people. So, if I couldn’t do it through the Navy, why not teach and be the support for kids that need it.” He nodded.

“What made you want to be a pilot?” You asked, grabbing a chip. Jake smiled fondly, “My granddad, he was a sailor actually, and that’s why I chose the Navy, but then I heard all about aviation and it just struck a chord.” You smiled as you watched the smile on his face grow, but had to look away when the door opened.

“Hey, I got your ice cream,” Penny said.

You looked from her to Jake. “You didn’t have to, Jake. Seriously this is too much.” Jake scoffed, “Nonsense, it’s your birthday.” You gave me a smile, “Thank you.” “Of course.”

Penny kissed the top of your head, “Happy birthday.” “Thank you,” you squeezed her hand as she walked off.

You opened your mouth to take a bite of ice cream, when a scream made you drop your spoon.

“Mama!”

Both you and Jake snapped your heads in the direction of the sound but saw just a kid getting tickled by his dad screaming for mom to save him while she records.

You and Jake relax, and you sighed rather sadly. He noticed, but didn’t say anything.

Then before you could start a conversation, a force hit you.

“Oh!” You looked down to see a blond head of hair. “Hey, bubba, what are you doin’ here?” You quickly glanced around for Sarah or Ice, seeing them a good couple yards away.

Jake watched you pick up the boy and sit him in your lap. He smiled as he watched the two of you.

“I found a shell!” The toddler shoved the shell in your face, making you flinch back and chuckle. “That’s really pretty, Nicky! Can I see it?” You opened your palm and the 3 year old pressed it into your hand. “It’s for you! Happy birthday, Mama!”

Jake perked up at that, but when he saw how you slightly tensed up he didn’t comment on it.

“Oh, really? Thank you, baby.” You kissed his head. He then pushed his head into your shoulder, and that’s when you realized he must have noticed Jake.

“Nick? You okay buddy?” He nodded, and turned to face the man sitting across from you, but still leaned into you.

“Nick, this is Jake. Jake, this is my son, Nick.” The pilot beamed, “Hi, Nick.” Nick just waved. “Nicky, Jake is a pilot.” Your son perked up at that and it made the both of you chuckle. “Really?”

Jake nodded, chuckling at the excitement on your son’s face.

“Hey, you want some ice cream?” You asked, holding up the spoon. Nick nodded, grabbing the spoon with both hands and taking the bite.

Jake laughed, taking a bite of his own ice cream, “How old are you Nick?” He was answered with three tiny fingers. Jake’s eyes widened, “Wow, 3?” Nick nodded, smiling at the pilot.

You move to take the spoon and Nick moves it out of the way, pouting a little and causing Jake to hold back a laugh. You playfully scoffed, “What if Mama wants a bite?” A mischievous grin spread across your son’s face. You glanced at Jake and he had one too.

Nick took the spoon and got some ice cream on it. He used both hands to guide the spoon to your mouth. Jake chuckled beside you and you narrowed your eyes at him, but took the bite.

You covered your mouth, “Thank you Nicky.” The boy nodded and put the spoon in the bowl. “I’m gonna go swim and build sandcastles with Ice, okay Mama?” You nodded, “Okay baby.” You kissed his cheek and he stood on the seat to peck your temple.

And just like your heart had done hours earlier, Jake’s heart melted.

You put Nick down. “Happy birthday Mama. I love you!” You cupped his cheek and ran your thumb over the apple of it, “Thank you, I love you too.” He turned and waved to Jake, “Bye Mr. Jake!” Jake waved back, “Bye Nick!”

As you watched to make sure Nick got safely back to Sarah and Ice, Jake started to put together the true story versus what was said to him at the bar. But he still wasn’t sure if you had a partner.

“Cute kid,” Jake said, when you turned back around. “Thank you, made him myself,” you chuckled at your own joke, taking a bite of ice cream. Jake scoff laughed, shaking his head while also taking a bite.

He swallowed his bite and prepared himself for the awkward conversation that was about to follow. “So, do you have a boyfriend?” He watched carefully as your brows pulled together and a misty cloud filled your eyes.

Sighing, you spoke quietly, something he could tell wasn’t a normal occurrence despite only knowing you for a little bit. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

While hearing that should have made him happy, he could tell that there was something else. And he braced himself to get shut down for asking this, “What happened?”

Before you could answer he spoke up again, “You don’t have to tell me.” You shook your head, “No, I think it’s time I talked about it, to someone other than Penny and my brother.” You dryly chuckled and braced yourself to tell, practically a stranger, something very personal.

Without really thinking, Jake grabbed your hand in an attempt to comfort you.

“Nick’s dad… He was killed in a car accident before our son was even born.” He squeezed your hand, “I’m sorry, going through that must not have been easy.”

“It wasn’t,” you glanced into the bar seeing Penny go back and forth between patrons. “But I wasn’t alone. Though I’m sure he and my parents are somewhere scolding me.” Jake tilted his head, “What do you mean?”

You bit your lip, “I haven’t really dated since Nick was born. The last time I tried, it didn’t end well… I was expecting too much, trying to replace Nick’s father… and just– it’s hard, honestly. Most guys don’t want to raise a kid that isn’t theirs. And Nick-” Both you and Jake glanced out to where the toddler was splashing in the surf.

“He is my entire world and he will always come first to me. So, anyone I’m with, I need to make sure they make him happy, too. I need to know that they will put in the effort to care about him as much as they care about me.”

That was when Jake decided that he was going to take things slow with you. He wasn’t going to try to get your number right now, he’d wait and get it when you felt like he was all in.

He was going to really make an effort to get to know you and Nick. Because, something about you made him want to be different and then seeing that you had a son, he really knew he had to earn his trust first.

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

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silverhallow · 8 months

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The Sea Witch’s Curse

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

summary: when Sophie loses her voice at her job as a disney princess at the disney store she has to get creative… not thinking it would completely change her life

warnings: none. Just fluffy nonsense

word count: 2224 words

author's note: I saw a post on Instagram about something like this happening and @sophiebernadotte told me to write it… so I did 😂

The Disney store was not where Benedict had hoped to spend his afternoon but he had promised Hyacinth he would take her out shopping so that she could have whatever she wanted, within reason, if she behaved for him whilst he was looking after her the week before.

At 8 years old she was obsessed with Disney and the princesses and every weekend when she was at the shopping centre, she demanded she be took to the Disney store so she could hang out with the Princesses.

Benedict, so far, had managed to avoid that particular trauma with his youngest sister but this weekend he knew he had no choice, he had made the promise and since it was a toss up between Disney Store shopping or three separate events for Eloise, Francesca and Gregory… he knew which he’d prefer and so he’d bundled his youngest sister in his car and headed off to the shopping centre with no idea how much his life was about to change…

~*~

It was the last thing Sophie Beckett needed today. Waking up with no voice when she had a full day at work and they were already low on staff so she was working a longer shift than normal so she knew there was no way that she was phoning in sick.

Not only was it against her working ethics, it wasn’t fair to her friends there so she’d messaged her manager to tell her what was happening and that she had a plan…

It was a little unconventional, she knew some of the kids in the shop would be a bit confused but she was sure it would work, at least to some degree anyway.

And for the most part people just wanted pictures with her in her Princess uniform anyway so she wouldn’t be required to do much speaking she was sure of it.

She’d made sure her Ipad was fully charged and her Apple Pen was ready and raring to go as she made her way into the packed shopping centre.

Saturday’s were always the busiest and there would always be a steady stream of people with kids coming in and out of the disney store so she knew she was in for a busy day.

Kate, her best friend was also on shift but due to the shortage of staff was on the tills today rather than being dressed up as usual and had laughed at Sophie’s plan but said it was ingenious, Tabitha, who was dressed as Ariel had laughed and agreed to Sophie’s hairbrained plan for the day and agreed to back her up if anyone asked why Cinderella was walking around with a sign that said “Ursula the Sea Witch has gotten confused and stolen my voice today but I am still happy to assist you”

Sophie knew it was a long shot and some of the kids had been very confused as to how Ursula had gotten confused between the two of them but Ariel had explained that she and Cinderella had been trying on each other’s clothes and it must have confused the witch and some of the younger kids bought it.

Sophie did have one creep offer to give her “true love’s kiss” to get her voice back but after a disgusted look and the security guard coming over to protect the princesses from the creep in the shop who had no kids with them, most of it stopped.

That was until one of her regular and favourite customer’s came in.

She hadn’t seen little Hyacinth in a few weeks and the last time she’d come in her older brother had spent a lot of time talking to Kate and so Sophie had shown Hyacinth the new Moana stuff they’d gotten and it had been a fun afternoon with the young girl.

Sophie didn’t know much about the Bridgerton’s but she knew they were a large family and so when she heard Hyacinth’s squeal of happiness at her favourite princess being there and looked up and saw a different older brother with her, Sophie felt her heart do a little flip.

He could have given any Prince Charming a run for his money and some but Sophie didn’t have long to admire the man as Hyacinth had thrown herself into Sophie’s arms and was hugging her tightly.

So tightly, Sophie had lost the grip on her iPad and it had fallen to the floor, “sorry Sophie” Hyacinth exclaimed as she bent down and picked it up and then read what was on the screen and gasped “Ursula has stolen your voice!?” she explained

The man with Hyacinth chuckled “I thought it was Ariel that she usually stole the voice off…”

“Well Sophie’s got such a nice singing voice, even better than Ariel’s that clearly Ursula wanted someone else” Hyacinth said in a matter of fact tone to her brother as she handed Sophie back the iPad, “besides, it doesn’t matter, if she’s lost her voice then we have to find a way to defeat Ursula to get it back!” she said “Ohhh there is Kate! I’ll go ask Kate for idea’s!” Hyacinth said and ran off before Benedict or Sophie could say anything.

“Sophie huh? I thought you were Cinderella?” the handsome man asked with a brow raised and a lopsided smirk on his face

Sophie grabbed her pen and scribbled Hyacinth’s been in that often she’s seen me on non-princess days so refuses to call me Cinderella anymore, same with why she calls Kate, Kate and not her princess

“Well that make sense… that and Anthony is now dating Kate” he said

True. but she was calling Kate her name long before then.

He smirked and shrugged “she is very strong willed, she’ll have a thousand ideas as to how to get your voice back when she comes back”

I don’t doubt it but some rest and not speaking will do it for me I am sure. I’ve not seen you here with Hyacinth before but clearly you’re a brother… so you must be Benedict? I’m assuming.

Benedict blinked, most women, or people just saw him as another Bridgerton and rarely did someone who had never met him before even know his name

“How… did you know?”

Sophie beamed and wrote Hyacinth told me she had four brothers, Anthony i’ve met, she told me that Benni was taller than Anthony, and Gregory is 10… and i’m sure I saw Colin in here a few weeks ago talking to Kate and trying to make her see sense about Anthony and he was definitely shorter so you have to be Benni… and Kate told me it’s Benedict not Benni…

Benedict laughed “yes, Benedict, or Ben… it’s nice to meet you Sophie, Hyacinth doesn’t shut up about you or Kate or the rest of the princess to be honest…”

Well she’s a sweet kid

“Sweet isn’t how we’d word it…”

Strongwilled?

Benedict laughed “that’s kinder than pain in the arse but yes, she’s got the entire family wrapped around her finger”

It must be nice. Being close to your family

“It is maddening but it is nice…” he smiled at her, wondering why he felt so comfortable around her and found her so easy to talk to.

Hyacinth had always said that Sophie was a kind hearted girl, that she was training to be a Vet, that she was very pretty but Benedict was blown away by her green eyes, the smile on her face and he’d not heard her talk but he could almost imagine her melodious laugh and tone when he read her words.

There was a magical quality about her and it was drawing him in.

They spent half an hour talking, or he was talking and Sophie was writing, just chatting about his family, he’d asked about her course and how it was going, whilst Hyacinth was talking to Kate and then talking to Ariel and a few of the other princesses, her eyes kept flicking over to the keep and eye on Benedict and Sophie and he missed the scheming look in his sister’s eyes when Kate had come back and whispered in her ear a few seconds later Hyacinth came running over “I know how to fix it!”

Benedict and Sophie looked towards the young girl with their brows raised and looking amused “and how is that Hyacinth?”

“Kate said it’s the same with Ariel, she has to be kissed by her Prince Charming!”

That may be the case Hyacinth but I don’t have a Prince Charming

“I know! Kate told me! But Benni could be him!” Hyacinth said without a care in the world, causing Benedict to splutter and Sophie to go bright red.

“I’m not Prince Charming Hy, you know that…”

“But you could be!” Hyacinth said, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Hyacinth, you can’t just kiss people you’ve just met and not when they’re at work…” Benedict said trying to defuse the situation as he felt his own cheeks growing red

“But you could take her out and then kiss her! Kate said you were checking Sophie out and flirting with her! So you could!”

“Hyacinth…” Benedict whined as both Sophie and Benedict shot Kate a look who was just standing behind the till laughing away to herself as she served a customer and clearly enjoying the look on her friends face.

Hyacinth, it is nice of you to try and help me out but I am sure i’ll be fine in a few days, and besides I am sure Benedict wasn’t flirting with me.

“He was flirting with you!”

Benedict went bright red at being called out by his littlest sister.

“Hyacinth, look, just… here… here’s £30, go find a toy and buy it. Please…”

“But…”

“Look, just let us talk please… if you do this we’ll go for a mcdonalds and then an Gunthers on the way home…”

Hyacinth looked at the money and then between Benedict and Sophie and grabbed the money and ran off into the toys looking for something to buy and Benedict turned to Sophie, both of whom were bright red and a little mortified

“Sorry about her…”

It’s fine. She’s not the first one to try and find me Prince Charming today. It’s okay you can just… I don’t know tell her you’re not interested or whatever or say we’re going out and just lie?

“And what if I am interested in taking you out? And was actually flirting… and clearly doing a bad job if you think i’m not interested”

Sophie spluttered, the first real noise to come out of her mouth all day; you’re interested?

“Of course I am. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, I see why Hyacinth loves you so much, so what about it? Give it a few days for your voice to come back and i’ll take you out to dinner? If… if you want?” he said suddenly wondering if perhaps he’d misread the signs

Sophie nodded, i’d like that… if you give me your number i’ll message you when i’m off work and we can text whilst my voice heals then we can go out.

“Really?” he asked excitedly

Sophie nodded with a shy smile.

Benedict stuck his hand in his wallet and grabbed a business card out and with the actual pen Sophie had on her lanyard he scribbled another number down “this is my personal one, this is my work one… and my email just… just incase” he grinned sheepishly, realising how uncool it was to go over the top but Sophie just grinned and took the card and slipped it into the top of her costume and out of sight and Benedict tried not to look as it disappeared into her bra and he went more red than he already was

I’ll send you all mine later

“Thanks”

“BENNIIIIIII” came a voice that was skipping back with a huge Stitch stuffed toy and an innocent smile on her face “can I have this?”

“How much is it?”

“£55…”

Benedict sighed, it was more than he wanted to spend and he knew Anthony would kill him but considering Hyacinth in her bulldozer way had maybe just helped him get a date with the most beautiful woman he’d ever met in his life he nodded “fine… but you have to chose Gunthers or McDonalds we’re not doing both…”

Hyacinth squeaked “thank you”

“Come on, we’ll go pay, it was nice to meet you Sophie and I look forward to hearing from you later…” he grinned at her and Sophie beamed

It was lovely to meet you too. See you later Hyacinth…

“Bye Sophie!” Hyacinth said waving and Sophie watched as the brother and sister made their way to the till and Benedict’s clearly sheepish interaction with Kate and Kate looking over at Sophie with a smirk on her face, which Sophie returned with a glare, and mouthed “i’m going to kill you”

Though she knew it was just payback considering she’d done the same thing not a month earlier when Anthony had been in the store but as Benedict left with a bright smile back at Sophie, she couldn’t help but save his number into her phone as Prince Charming…

And when he proposed to her, 18 months later…he did so dressed as Prince Charming from Cinderella…

#bridgerton #Benophie #Benophie drabble #bridgerton drabble #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #Benedict x Sophie

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southern-fried-simpin · 1 year

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Taking some of the Gotham Boys to Spirit Halloween 🎃 | Headcanons

A/N: Saturday was the official start of Spooky Season™ (I mean it actually starts in August but yeah) so I had to make something to commemorate it 🎃Also I apologize that these are so short 😭

Warnings:Jerome, some nsfw implications here

Jerome Valeska

Um…why are you guys here? He doesn’t need a costume, he’s literally terrifying all by himself!

Oh, you wanted a costume? Can he help pick it out please please please?!

He’s taking you to the section with the corsets and tutus Surprise,surprise 🤡

“Babe, look I found the perfect costume for you!” “Jerome that’s literally just a pair of spandex shorts and a studded bra…” “Exactly!” “Okay but what would I be in this?”

He said you’d be his 🤡

Jervis Tetch

He has 3 different Alice costumes picked out for you within 5 minutes of walking in the door

None of them are particularly risqué but still very cute however, you love seeing him flustered, so you naturally go to find a “sexy” Alice costume

Success! You found it and Jervis’ eyes are as wide as saucers and he is blushing profusely

The poor man nearly dropped the costumes he was holding

“Um…d-dear, wouldn’t you rather wear something maybe a bit…longer to our tea party?” “Aw, but this one’s so cute! And look at these striped thigh highs I found, they’d look perfect with it!” GULP

Oh no, he can’t say no to you! Especially when he’s imagining you in that!

“W-well, perhaps we could get this one for just you and I and another one for our tea party with the other guests…” “I like that idea, just let me see if it fits before we checkout!” “No! …you can try it on once we’re home and if it doesn’t fit, we’ll simply bring it back! “

Well, it was a short trip but it was fun, nonetheless

But the real fun starts when y’all get home 🥴

Jonathan Crane

Could he interest you in a scarecrow costume?

Never mind, all of them are either too cute or too…vivacious….

He likes the animatronics and the decorations though

Oh but what’s this? You found some stuff you could throw together to make a spooky scarecrow costume to match with him?

Has he told you he loves you today?

Can and will go back later with toxin and rob the store for decor and novelties you both like

Edward Nygma

Oh boy oh boy oh boy! He has so many ideas for you two!

Ooh what about Frankenstein and his monster? Or Dracula and Mina Harker? GASP! WHAT ABOUT PERSEPHONE AND HADES?!

Ah dammit but there’s no hades costume other than the Disney version

Time to scrounge for supplies!

Okay you’ve both successfully found some cool things to throw together, time to see what you got before checking out!

He had to get a generic black robe but you managed to find a goddess costume that could pass for Persephone

And oh boy he’s blushing…are you sure you want to wear something with such a high slit up the leg to the Halloween party at the gcpd?

“Oh Eddie come on, don’t you want to show me off in front of all those jerks from the bull pen? Maybe get them to shut up for once?” “Well…when you put it that way…yes I think I would!”

Now he can’t wait to see you in your costume 😉

Costumes? No offense, y/n, but you and him are probably a little old for trick or treating.

You have to remind him that there’s a Halloween party at his work and suddenly he’s all giddy and ready to go

Ooh how about he dresses as a police officer and you be his little jail bird?

You could get some handcuffs, maybe one of those adorable totally not slutty striped outfits and…Aw whaddya mean that’s not appropriate for a work function?!

Hm…well now that he thinks about it, maybe the entire gcpd seeing you in a spandex romper and handcuffs isn’t the best idea

He’s willing to compromise and get the striped dress

But you best believe this man bought that romper for some alone time with you

#gotham x reader #jerome valeska #gotham #jonathan crane #edward nygma #jervis tetch #harvey bullock x reader #ed nygma x reader #jervis tetch x reader #this is a day late #but i don’t care #nope not at all #not one bit #🥲🥲🥲

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emptifylie · 17 days

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okay day 19 of my fast. lol. i am doing much worse mentally and a little worse physically. for a couple months i forgot how much my addiction affects me, but today it really hit me again. i have a stizzy pen, it died today. that really got me looking for other things to make me feel a little bit better, the pen felt like it stopped hitting me 2 days ago so these urges have been brewing. today i said yes to anything i was offered, bought my own shit too, and it all was too much. no one on ana tumblr gives a fuck abt this but it’s the only place where i can really speak my mind so i’m not gonna stop so fuck you shut up. anyways, my head is spinning, i feel bad. this happens everyday but now i mentally feel worse so everything is automatically horrible. i recently found out one of my (less close) friends has an ed cuz she opened up to me and now we’re basically ana buddies. we went on a long ass run today after drinking so we could burn all the cals. drunk run lol. i feel guilty for not trying to help her. i might be a piece of shit. of course i want her to get better, i worry for her but i know i can’t fix her. i can’t even fix myself. i’m a piece of shit. i can’t believe i turned out to be someone like this. i influence the people around me to do worse things for themselves for a couple hours of fun. i need to be a better person fuck man.i was surrounded by people today and still felt alone. it’s sickening. the physical and mental emptiness makes me feel so fuckingggggy alone. i’m not alone, i have to keep reminding myself of that. anyways. my grades have gone up by some miracle. i thank my 3 day sober self(4 months ago) who somehow got her act together so well that i’m passing all my classes.

okay also not breaking my fast yet. i think im just gonna do a whole month but i don’t know if i can physically take that right now. so i’ll just try to go as long as i can.

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ylfva-remade · 1 year

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ylfvas fav sticker + stationery shops

okok i keep getting people asking where i get my stickers SO. heres a list of my fav stores. all of these ship to canada btw and a few of them are canadian so fear not canadian mutuals.

i would recommend buying from their independent sites as opposed to their etsys due to etsy not being great for creators.

ReJoyce: i spend so much money here its UNREAL. theyve got all sorts of different kinds of stickers + some storage options. i got the ones i posted today here.

Punimello: (etsy available as well) small business that i ADORE. ive bought from here a bunch and theyre always so sweet. the stickers are created by the shop owner and theyre so cute its unreal. also i believe theyre canadian!

StarPOPShop (etsy available as well): more focused on sticker storage, photocard holders, etc, but they DO have some really good sticker storage stuff here so im including them bc you gotta have somewhere to store the stickers

unicorneclipse: (etsy available as well) ADORABLE memo pads, sticky notes and stickers. i personally love the daily planner memopads and the day of the week journal stickers. they have a very early windows / early tech + nature theme and its really fun. lots of bright colours.

stationerypal: high quality stationery store! theyve got a lot of really well made basics and i highly reccomend them for pens, pencils, erasers etc. that youll be using in your daily life.

stationerystash: my go-to place for any sanrio stationery. very very cute and the packaging is cute as well!! theyve also got storage and its really cute omg

thats all for now but i may add onto this if i find more! some of these shops will give you coupons for next time you buy from them which is nice too.

#save #ylfvas recs #<- new tag

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rothjuje · 10 months

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Justin bought a one-way ticket to Florida today, his grandpa isn’t doing well. He’s going to try to come back before he has to be in Alabama on the 18th. I am so glad he can be with his family during this time, I think it’s important for him and for them. But dang, I’m still not over his 10 day trip from last month. Then he had a quick unplanned trip after that, and then another trip got moved up and shoot it will be 4 trips in the span of 6 weeks.

I’m going to have to come up with a plan for these dysregulated kids. The lake is so fun but honestly so tiring after dealing with the sand and baths after being in the sun and water all day that I am ready to collapse at 8 pm. I thought about a road trip but Genna in the car just to drop Justin off at the airport today was…not fun. We could stay somewhere relatively close but the dog.

Oh and we have house chickens. I guess that means no overnights, because the house chickens are constantly knocking over their water containers. Dang, I would have loved to go camping. But I also don’t know if that’s safe to do, a woman alone with young children in the woods. And nighttime might be scary. And who knows if I could set up a tent solo, and I don’t know how to use the camping stove either. But hey it was a nice thought.

Ugh. The poor chickens. The run was supposed to get done last month but the constant rain and Justin’s trips. And now I’m not even sure when he’ll be home next. I think I’ll have to get a temporary outdoor pen/dog run for the meantime, although they seem pretty happy currently, no one is pecking each other.

There is just so much to do I will panic if I think about it. I just need to breathe and remember it’s summer and things will get done when they get done.

We could do yard camping! But we have coyotes so maybe not. Maybe if I left a lamp on they wouldn’t come near us? We could do a trampoline sleepover, that’s netted and off the ground. But maybe I just need to stay away from ideas that involve sleeping outside with wild animals. I had so many tent sleepovers as a kid (and a couple trampoline sleepovers) and everything felt much safer when you didn’t have to worry about whether it was safe or not..

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mairablue · 3 months

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SCM - Department Of Wishes

Tauxolouve ♐- Good Night, My Love

For fluffbruary event ( @fluffbruary )

A/N: I was half asleep while writing this. Hopefully it turned out alright.😅 I hope you like reading this.

Prompts: reflection | water | apology

11th February, 2024

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The bag hung low on your back, as if all the weight of the world was on your shoulders. Why did the bag feel so heavy on days when there was a lot of work to do? You wondered.

Opening the door and dropping the bag on the sofa you sat down. Hands resting on your side, eyes closed, head leaning against the backrest of the sofa. You inhaled and exhaled until you felt a bit better.

You took a quick shower. Brushed your hair, putting it in a loose ponytail. Staring at your own reflection in the mirror, you notices the dark circles that have started to form under your eyes. Your lips looked slightly pale and chapped. Putting on some moisturizer; you went back to the living room to collect your bag.

Bringing it in your room.

The reflecting pool was softly glowing, as the wishes were being swiftly granted one by one.

"You seem to be, in a hurry." Aigonorus commented.

"I am going out with, (Name) tonight." Tauxolouve replied before directing his attention back, at the paper in his hand.

Aigonorus nodded his head, "Where are you two going?" he asked.

"We haven't decided yet. But there is a movie that she was telling me about last month." The corners of his lips curled up as soon as the words escaped from his lips.

They stayed silent for the next half an hour.

"Have fun." Aigonorus said smiling; as Tauxolouve was about to leave. "We will." Tauxolouve said, smiling back at Aigonorus.

You slowly opened the door. A bright smile adorned his face. But that smile soon disappeared as his eyes fell on you. You smiled at him; still the tiredness was visible on your face.

He walked in the living room, softly closing the door behind him. You broke the silence, "I am sorry. We got some assignments today. I will need at least 4 hours to write all of that. I can't go out tonight." You apologized. The plans were made three weeks ago, when you both found a little off time in your respective schedules.

"Don't apologize, little lady." Tauxolouve softly caressed your face,"Moreover i wanted to spend some time with you; whether we go out or not." His voice was reassuring.

You nodded your head; unsure of what to say. This is not how you had, envisioned to spend the evening with Tauxolouve. But you were not complaining. How could you after all? Not seeing him for three weeks had been more agonizing than you were willing to admit. You gently hugged him.

The window was partially open, allowing the soft glow of the setting Sun into the room.

The generally organized study table, was messy. Three books, an opened notebook and a few pens and pencil were scattered on it.

Picking a book from the shelf, Tauxolouve sat down on another chair. You sat on your chair and started writing.

Time flew by swiftly; six more pages and it will be done. "( Name )?" Tauxolouve softly called out your name, offering you a glass of warm water. Taking the glass from him, you drank the water slowly.

Ten minutes later, you closed your notebook, books, and pen. Yawning, you stretched your arms a bit.

You walked downstairs and sat down on a chair in the dining room. "What did you get?" you asked.

"Soup, vegarable fried rice... they also told me to take some potato curry, so i bought that too. I wasn't sure what else to get." He replied sheepishly.

"Thank you." you said. You two ate in silence.

Lying on the bed, he started stroking your hair. "How have you been?" you asked.

"I was very busy. Perhaps the most work, i have done in months." He signed softly at the thought of the past three weeks.

"You were looking forward to this date..." you said quietly. "I wish the teachers would have told us sooner about those assignments."

"(Name), i don't want to go on dates, or watch movies, or go to the Cafe, or to the park. I like doing all of that because i get to experience them with you. If you are not there, then none of those activities seem interesting to me anymore." His reply was earnest.

"I wanted to see the movie with you tonight. I don't know when we will get some free time again." you said. Your eyes focused at the ceiling. "I missed you." you added. His cheeks turned a slight shade of red as you said that.

"I missed you too, my darling." He said. You rolled over on your side. Your eyes locking in with his. "I love you." you said softly; bringing your lips to his cheek.

His heart skipped a beat as the stars in his eyes glowed brighter. "I love you too." He said, holding you close. " We can spend some time tomorrow in the afternoon, if you want to." He suggested. "I would love that." you said. "Good night, my love." Was the last thing that you heard as sleep overtook you.

#scm #star crossed myth #scm tauxolouve #scm tauxolouve x reader #scm karno #scm scorpio #scm aigonorus #scm huedhaut #scm zyglavis #scm partheno #scm leon #scm ichthys #scm dui #scm krioff #scm teorus #fluffbruary 2024

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hellothere-generalangsty · 4 months

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It's way past my bedtime ans my cat is sleeping-purring next to me but I thought I'd post the process of the @ailani-reillata Ailaniversary art I made today just to talk a bit more about it

Disclaimer: doing traditional art is cool until you need to scan it or post a picture of it 😂 also kinda long post below so ofc no obligation at all to read it!

Phase one: Sketching the Idea

My inspiration for the posture was a Yara Flor comic strip I found on Pinterest. Yara looks over her shoulder and her hair falls on the side of her face, and I loved the way it framed her face and thought it would look great with Ailani's hair.

I drew a little doodle on the page to help me visualize how the hair would be divided, and focused on 3 main parts (the lines, the bubbles, the empty space) which would - supposedly- help me during the lineart stage. Below are images of the final sketch.

I was hesitant on adding details to her arms, such as the folds of a dress, but I was so anxious about ruining the drawing I abandonzd that idea. I was considering adding her tattoos and was still not decided at this stage of the drawing.

Phase 2: Line-ing the Art

Is that even a real word? Idk, I'm too tired to English properly so we will say it is. Following the sketching phase was naturalle the lineart phase, which is one of my favorite stage when drawing. I bought new inking pens too so I was able to test them out, and it went quite well!

As you can see, the ribbons, outline of the skin and facial features have been done with my new pens, and i was quite happy with the result! It gives a more natural look to the whole drawing in my opinion.

At this stage I decided not to add her arm tattoos and consider this version of Ailani as the one you would find in the early chapters of Begged and Borrowed Time, so before she would get her tattoos.

Phase 2.5: Line-ing the Hair

This stage has it's own part because it was really fun to do! The inspiration for the way I draw hair comes from @/ssavaart (aka Scott Christian Sava on Youtube). I've been following him for a while now and I'm trying to push my art beyond my comfort zone and try new stuff thanks to him, and having fun with drawing hair is one of these things!

Look how beautiful these curls are. I'm not trying to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm really proud of the drawing at this stage 😂 it's the perfect moment where the inking went well and I have not yet ridked myself with the watercolours - so I always take a long sight (and tons of pictures) to celebrate reaching this stage without incidents.

Phase 3: Watercolours

Here comes the difficult part. It always makes me nervous because I always fear ruining my drawing and all the efforts I put into it by doing the watercolours. But I love the medium too much and if I want to get better I need to practice. So, testing the waters, I finally dive head first into this crucial stage.

The watercolouring goes well, I'm overall satisfied enough to take some pictures and even try to scan it, with the hope that the scanned rendering will be better than the usual "photographing and editing" I do with my phone.

Spoiler alert: the scan was NOT better than the pictures, and no amount of editing could change that. (Or maybe I am just very bad at editing.) So, back to my "photographing and editing" habits, I somehow managed to get a good enough result:

I still feel unsatisfied as I find these digital versions do not properly render the visuals I have on paper, IRL. With the digital versionsw the hair is either so dark we don't see the details, or too bright, the colours are too warm and light... And while Ailani looks light-skinned, the paper version has these visible brown tones that I struggled to find on the digital version, even when editing the pictures. The closest I got is the tone you see on the first picture, but the image is not lighted enough so the overall quality of the picture is a bit lessened by that.

Still, I won't complain too much, because overall it was a very fun drawing to do, I enjoyed every stage of it and I would love to do another piece like this! But for now I will go to sleep because it is Way Past My Bedtime 😂

If you've made it this far, thank you for your attention, feel free to let me know which stage is your favorite and what you liked most (or disliked most) about this drawing!

I for one really had fun doing Ailani's lips, as well as filling her hair, and colouring her eyes! 😊

#ailani #ailani art #I'm tagging just in case you wanna see more but again no obligation to read all of that or anything!#this post is mostly here to show the early stages coz I was so prouf of how smoothly it went!!#until the colours #it's always the colours 😂#but I hope you enjoyed the drawing anyway #I've actually been working on it last weekend but couldn't finish it until this saturday because of my exams week #which is over btw which means i finally has time to read Begged And Borrowed Time!!#and I'm really excited about that!!#so yeah that's all for me now is time to sleep because it's like 4:19am right now and I am huu tired 😂#once again happy Ailaniversary 💕💙#also yes we can't see my signature on the drawings I cut it out by accident when i cropped the pictures and was too lazy to retake pics etc #please pretend like you see my name signed next to her hair x)

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allamalad · 11 months

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FAN WEB COMIC

hello! this is my first attempt at a fan web comic, or a web comic in general i suppose, hope you enjoy! panels are under the cut to save space on your dash :] (trust me its a bit long) feel free to look through my acct to find more info on the ocs that will be in this!if you guys wanna see this on mspfa (ma paint fan adventures) let me know! I'm kinda just doing this for fun, this is kinda heavy beta territory, so details may be missing compared to the one that will be on ms paint fan adventures! I'll post it there with reminders/updates here! Hope you guys enjoy :]

Ps I'm not the best with grammar so if you see any mistakes I am sorry.

Your name is Alan Harper. You live in the middle of nowhere in Kansas, a clear plains area, only getting cut off by a nearby forest. You use to live with your uncle, but one day he simply never came back after going on one of his cryptid hunts. You never thought you'd live alone, but you aren't truly. There's one thing that your uncle has left behind that's been a thorn in your side, but you and your friends have discovered a game. A game that you hope will distract you from the responsibilities that have burdened you for years.

Alan: observe stuff

You enjoy creating story lines and visual artworks about the things that you love like aliens and cryptids, you also enjoy modding video games you play with your friends. You also like making costumes, those reminiscent of various creatures and animals. it appears you like hobby hopping, Some things look.. worse than others, but you don't care! You had fun making them.

Alan: observe shirt

This is your new shirt! One that is very cozy and looks awesome. It's not the shirt you usually wear, but it's amazing none of the less. It will definitely not get dirty whatsoever, you may be a farmer but you have standards!

Alan: observe figures

You have a figure of a knight and his mighty steed. Oh how you'd dream of being swept off your feet and taken away by a mighty knight. Protecting you at every moment, keeping you safe.

Alan: remember what you're doing

You nearly forgot about going to get your game outside.. you shake off your urge to go through your things. Focus.

Alan: Go outside and gaze fondly at your farm

Jesus you're fast- After swiftly moving through your house, not really caring for the details for the time being, You open the wooden door to the front of your cozy home. You get a whiff of that cool morning farm air. the moisture from the clouds above combine with the earthy tones of the crops you grow make you happy to be here. Sure there are responsibilities you have to deal with, this is your home you're stuck with it. But you love it, almost more than your friends.

Alan: go down the path

To reach your destination of the game you had bought, you need to travel down the path that leads to the main road. Of course, that means passing ITS pen. You hate that thing, but you also love it. Sure it's protected you, but it's also been the bane of your existence by eating crops and spitting on you every time you pass by. And just your luck, today, it got out, again.

Alan: stand and stare

As the tall furry beast turns towards you, it's white furry neck giving it an advantage in height. Your uncle's freaky llama, the one who got him into the supernatural in the first place. Somehow, this thing has.. interesting time abilities. None of them used on you of course, but most definitely used to escape it's pen whenever it wants to.

Alan: get around llama

You stand there for a moment, nervously gazing at the creature like one of those cowboy stand offs in the stories you enjoy. A couple more agonizing seconds, you bee line to the left. The llama keeps its eyes on you as it stands there like a statue, waiting. Soon, you were in the perfect position.

Alan: get kicked by your guardian

You feel an aggressively hard kick find its way into your back, it nearly knocks the wind out of you. You fall face flat onto the ground, weakly turning over to see the llama standing over you. It was almost as if it was trying to tell you whatever you were doing was a bad idea.

Alan: get trampled by your guardian

Just as you were about to get up, you feel a jab at your stomach, another at your hip, your shoulder- in a flash this thing starts dancing on top of you, jabbing it's hooves into each part of your body, stomping on you as if you were a pest. Or, like it was trying to REALLY tell you whatever you were about to do was a bad idea.

Alan: lay there for a bit

Finally, the torture was over. The beast finally gave up, but it didn't leave until after it gave you a petty spit in the face. You lay there like an old sack of potatoes, slowly decaying into soil, ouch.

Alan: get pestered

wincing as you slowly move your arm to grab your old flip phone which was vibrating in your pocket, somehow it gets a signal all the way out here, but you don't complain. it seems one of your friends was pestering you. BestBiochemist.

BB: Hey Alan, have you acquired the game yet?

TF: Well.. I almost did, I just need a moment-

BB: Why? is there a storm? A tornado or something? <:O The weather in that area has shown quite the aggression in recent time.

TF: No! well, it seems like there might be one today but thats besides the point! It got out again-

BB: What? oh! Your weird llama specimen?

TF: Yes, and it just beat me into the ground- I don't know why. He’s never been that aggressive.

BB: Hm. Maybe he’s just jealous you're getting such a cool game to play with your friends :]

TF: Heh, maybe. I'll pester you back when I get my copy. Connection gets spotty by the road anyways.

BB: Ok! Byeee.

BestBiochemist stopped pestering ThatFarmguy at 0600

#homestuck #homestuck oc #homestuck ocs #homestuck comic #homestuck fan comic #homestuck fan session #i dunno what to call this yet #any suggestions are allowed!#homestuck kid oc #homestuck kid ocs #homestuck fandom #homestuck art

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Church Encounters: Chapter 18

-- We're back!! Oh my Gosh I missed this fic so badly!!

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"What colour should we pick for the nursery?" Jake asked, reviewing dulux samples on his phone while you waited in the truck for your appointment time.

"I don't know… We could keep it white and maybe have colourful accents in the rug and stuff, or we go all out and have a really fun wallpaper…" you replied, swirling your starbucks drink with a grimace. The iced peach iced tea tasted nice but you were missing coffee more than ever now as the pregnancy was making you tired and sleepy round the clock. Working off of the assumption that tea still contained a little caffeine, you had ordered that but either it hadn’t kicked in yet or it simply wasn’t working.

"Actually, I have an idea… Do you mind if I take care of this? As a surprise?"

"By all means, I like picking the decor better anyway," you grinned mischievously

“Don’t go too ham, the room isn’t that big,” he laughed, “And I don’t think we’ll have Baby in there for a while,” he added, quickly glancing at the back seat of his truck where a large cardboard box was buckled in. It contained the Moses basket that you had bought a week ago and had been unable to pick up til now.

“Oh! you’ll have to tell me which colour you pick for the walls so I can coordinate,” you said, your mind already mentally going through every single furniture catalogue you had studied since finding out you were pregnant and that you now knew by heart.

Jake hummed and absentmindedly checked his watch, “Time to go, honey,” Jake said suddenly, pressing both the release buttons on your seatbelts and stepping out of the truck. He walked around and opened your door while you picked up your handbag.

“Need a hand?” He asked. You nodded and he grabbed your hand to help you down, not letting go until you were inside the building. While you weren’t showing much yet, you had been anticipating this moment since telling Jake and the excitement you felt was making you a little dizzy. Or maybe it was the fact that since you were entirely unable to keep anything down in the morning, you hadn't bothered with breakfast.

You sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chairs of the clinic, patiently waiting while Jake notified reception of your arrival. You could see he was nervous too. Jake was usually very relaxed in your presence, but since your pregnancy he had been trying his best to hide his stress, and failing miserably. As he stood by the front desk, he rhythmically tapped his fingers against the glass countertop and when the nurse gave him a pen to write something and he asked a question, Jake played with the release of the ball point tip until the woman had to gently tell him not to break the pen.

A few minutes later a doctor walked out of one of the consultation rooms and called your names. You followed right behind him, Jake grasping your hand in his more for his own reassurance than yours.

“Mrs. Seresin, how are you? How’s pregnancy treating you? Are you liking it so far?” the doctor bombarded you with questions, leaving you absolutely no time to respond to any of them, “Miss Jones,” he said, showing you a young woman sitting in the corner of the room, “is my trainee. She usually shadows, but I thought she might lead the scan today. Now, if you don’t mind, please lay down on the table,” he added, not really giving you a choice in the matter. Still, you took the change in stride and did as you were told. The clinic came recommended through some friends and boasted some great reviews online, and while Dr Van der Platz wasn’t the doctor you had originally wanted his reviews hadn’t been bad either, surely he knew what he was doing.

You lifted your shirt, exposing your tummy. Miss Jones started the abdominal scan, projecting what she picked up with the machine onto the screen.

“Oh, it looks like there’s two babies,” she said, pointing at something on the screen.

“No! Don’t panic! There’s just the one. Anna, look, there’s only one set of arms and leg buds, and one little head,” The doctor said, pointing them all out on screen. While Anna still seemed sceptical, you had to admit that on the screen, only one little bean showed. Jake released a heavy breath behind you, clearly relieved you wouldn’t immediately be thrown into the deep end of parenthood on your first go.

“I thought I saw a second head,” she said, a little defeated and disappointed.

“The machine can be wrong… Did you avoid the bathroom before coming?” he asked you.

You looked at him with guilt written all over your face, “I really tried, I promise… But I drank plenty!” you replied and he laughed a little.

“No worries, Mrs Seresin, having a full bladder pushes the baby forward and gives us better visibility is all,” he said with a reassuring smile, “The machine probably had difficulties picking the baby up, that’s why Miss Jones saw a second one. No need to panic, I assure you,” he finished.

The scan finished soon after. Before letting you walk out, Miss Jones handed you a printout of the scan with an apologetic smile. As you got out, Jake tore one of the pictures off,

“I got my girl in my plane, now I have my baby,” he said with a goofy smile, “We’re having a baby,” he added, jumping around as you walked through the parking lot, “Can you believe it? We’re having a baby!” he said, bringing the ultrasound to his lips and kissing it.

“I’m so excited!” you replied, “Sorry about the heart attack I made you have back there,” you added with a grimace.

Jake shrugged, “Honestly, it was terrifying but I would have been over the moon either way,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulders and squeezing you tightly, “You know I love you right? I am so proud to call you my wife and I am so happy that I get to go into this new season of life with you. I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“I love you too, and I thank the Lord everyday that I get to be your wife. And I cannot wait to tackle parenthood by your side, you’ll be an amazing dad,” you replied, looking up at him. He gazed lovingly into your eyes for a moment before leaning down and kissing you, stopping right in front of the truck. He broke the kiss to turn around slightly, placing one of his large palms against your belly, then he bent down and whispered, “Love you too, Beanie.”

“Beanie, is that what we’re calling them?” you laughed as he let go of you to open the passenger door. You followed behind him, climbing in.

“I think it’s cute,” he defended himself as soon as he was seated.

“You’re right, I think it’s adorable,” you replied, watching him balance the picture on the dash, right next to a candid picture he had taken of you in Italy as you ate your ice cream, looking gorgeous if slightly windswept as you looked out to the ocean with a small speck of orange on the side of your mouth.

“You know what we should do?” you asked, “We should have a journal we both write in during the pregnancy so Beanie has something to look back on.”

Jake hummed, “That would be nice,” he agreed, leaning in to give you one last kiss before starting the car and driving you home.

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Beau was late. For the first time in his thirty-something years of active service, Beau had slept through his alarm and was running late. He practically flew down the stairs to press the on button on the coffee machine, which, thank the Lord, Elisabeth had prepped for him the evening before like she always did and pulled his homemade lunch out of the fridge before quickly running around the house to kiss the children.

Then, twenty minutes later as he was about to step out of the house to finally leave for work, he noticed something on the kitchen counter. A new mug and a present with a small card saying ‘Dad, I love you,’ and signed with your name. He left the house with the same warm feeling he always got when it came to you, or your sisters, or any of his children really and arrived on base after being held up for yet another twenty minutes. Officers of all ranks looked at him questioningly as he walked in looking slightly worse for wear, an hour and a half late.

“You’re late,” Warlock said as soon as he stepped into his office.

Beau regarded him quietly for a second before asking, “How long have you been waiting? Don’t you have work to do?”

“You’re late,” he repeated, “You’re never late. Everything okay at home?”

“Everything is fine, I just overslept,” Beau answered, placing his briefcase on the desk before setting himself down in his chair.

Warlock hummed, “I’ll make you a coffee,” he said before getting up and turning to leave the room.

“No, it’s okay I have a c--” Beau cut himself off. He looked left, then right, then stupidly patted his pockets as though the to go mug of coffee he had made would be found on his person and not left to cool on top of the kitchen island, “That would be wonderful, thank you,” he replied.

Warlock left the office and Beau set about getting his desk ready. He made his way towards the big metal filing cabinet next to the door and unlocked it, pulling out the paperwork he had to finish, or start, for the day. Placing the stack neatly on the desk, next to some sharpened pencils and his favourite pen, all laid out parallel to each other in a way that calmed him down.

Rear Admiral Bates reappeared ten minutes later with a full pot of coffee which Cyclone gratefully poured into his brand new mug.

“Is it your birthday or something?” Warlock asked, nodding towards the wrapped present.

“Oh no. I don’t know what it is, just found it this morning. It’s from my daughter though,” Beau answered, a little distracted by the large stack of work awaiting him.

“I don’t know how you did it,” Warlock said, “Getting them to like you I mean. I’ve been trying to get Michelle’s kids to like me for five years now and the youngest one still leaves the room when he sees I’m there. The middle one cried at the wedding.”

“Yes, I remember that,” Cyclone mumbled. He’d spent a good part of the wedding reception talking to the kid and comforting him, trying to counter every insult and mean comment thrown Warlock’s way with good, positive things about the man. It had been a hard task in itself as they weren’t friends and Beau knew just as much about Rear Admiral Bates as he knew about his next door neighbours, which meant just enough to keep a civil conversation while clearly conveying the fact that he wasn’t looking to be anything other than an acquaintance at most.

Since then their relationship had improved somewhat and moved from professional indifference to professional acknowledgement. That entailed knowing how the other man liked his coffee and how their children were doing. Cyclone didn’t see the relationship improving any more, largely because he disliked the idea of his professional and home life mixing. Announcing to the dagger squad that you and Bob were ‘his’ kids had been the only notable exception but that was only because he would gladly move heaven and earth for his kids, biological or not, and the love he felt for them far outweighed the deep sense of uncomfortability he had felt in the moment. The smile on both your faces had been more than enough to turn the urge to run and flee into the urge to embarass you both, as any good father should.

“Aren’t you going to open the present?” Warlock asked, curiosity making his eyes glimmer.

The two things he knew aside from a summary of his children’s life and his preferred order at the coffee shop down the road was that Solomon Bates had wanted to be a detective as a child and had never outgrown the curiosity and that he was an incorrigible gossip, therefore opening the package here and now was probably a terrible idea but curiosity was killing him too and there were only so many things you could gift him ‘just because’ and none of them were really gossip worthy. It was probably a set of pictures you found of the two of you when you were young, or the printed wedding pictures, or maybe just some cookies in which case you would be cross at him if he didn’t share.

Beau undid the pretty white ribbon you had tied it all together with and lifted the top of the box. He wasn’t sure what he was staring at, and even reading the note you had left didn’t make the penny drop. It did for Warlock, though, as he slapped him forcefully against the shoulder and smiled.

“Congratulations, Sir!” he said.

Beau looked back at the note and read the words a few times over (“Choose wisely”), before glancing down at the name tags underneath it, all prefilled for him. He picked one up and stared at your handwriting underneath the “Hello, my name is”, they all contained different versions of the same word. He glanced at the one saying ‘Papa’, then the one saying ‘Grandpa’, and then ‘Pops’, he looked at one more before his brain finally caught back up.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, “She’s pregnant.”

Beau rushed to get his phone out of his pocket. He scrolled down in his contact list, right past your name, until he landed on Elisabeth’s. He clicked on the call button and she picked up after three rings, sounding sleepy.

“You knew!” he whisper-shouted into the phone, just loud enough for her and Warlock to hear it.

Rear Admiral Bates, as much as Beau knew it killed him, left the office with a nod of his head. Cyclone heard him walk down the corridor and looked around right outside his door to check no one was around before putting the phone on speaker and finishing setting up.

“Beau it’s six am,” Elisabeth replied.

“You knew she was pregnant!” Cyclone continued, pulling out a couple of files and a large leatherbound code of conduct he needed to scour to verify several complaints.

“She asked me not to tell!” his wife defended herself. Lizzie shuffled at the other end of the line and he could almost imagine her nuzzling deeper into the pillow, pulling up the covers right above her head like she always did when he woke her up before her preferred time.

“Do not blame this on her, I didn’t marry her, I married you. What happened to telling each other everything?” Beau asked, his voice stern but a smile on his face.

“Beau, if you want to take that up with anyone, you take it up with your daughter,” she replied, sounding muffled.

He scoffed, “Absolutely not, it’s six am. I wouldn’t want to wake her up.”

“Oh, so you’re okay with waking me up but not her?” Elisabeth asked, sounding outraged and offended.

“Yes! She’s pregnant, Honey, she needs the sleep,” he replied, purposefully annoying her now as a small payback for not telling him.

“You never know I might be pregnant,” his wife said.

“Haha. Very funny,” he said. Elisabeth was quiet on the other side of the line for a beat too long, “You are joking, right?”

“Yes of course I’m joking,” She eventually replied.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” he exclaimed.

“Serves you right for waking me up,” She mumbled.

She hung up the call without saying goodbye or sending him off with her usual ‘I love you’ which stung slightly but was quickly explained when she sent him a garbled string of letters she had managed to somehow send via text and speech, followed by an embarrassingly long voice note of her gently snoring. Beau screenshotted the text and downloaded the note, saving both to his phone to hold against her the next time she told him he snored.

Beau downed a quick sip of his coffee before a knock rang through the office, a few moments later both Maverick and Rooster walked in.

“Sir,” they greeted him.

“We’re here to drop off leave authorization paperwork, Sir,” Rooster said, placing an envelope on his desk.

Cyclone hummed, taking another sip of his coffee, then, seeing as the mug was almost empty, he down the last of it, lifting the bottom right up to ensure he drank every last drop. When he lowered it back down, he came face to face with Maverick and Rooster’s surprised faces, both of them intensely staring at his mug. He looked at it to find that the regular black mug he had picked up from his counter this morning was in fact one of those fancy heat changing mugs. When Warlock had poured the hot coffee, it had started changing to display a photo of your ultrasound, with, in large legible print “Baby Seresin coming soon”.

“Congratulations, sir,” Maverick said.

“Shit!” he swore, “If you breathe a word of this -- If you tell either of them that you know, I will ground you both for the rest of your lives, is that clear?” he said through gritted teeth.

Although he didn’t know for sure, he was almost certain you would want to announce your pregnancy to your friends by doing something fun. You had wanted to be a mum for most of your life, there was no way you wouldn’t want to do something special for it, and Beau would be damned if he ruined that for you, especially since you had clearly meant to surprise him in private, and would have, if he hadn’t been running late.

Beau took their paperwork and dismissed them before sinking down on his chair and picking up the mug. He turned it around so the ultrasound faced him and with the hand that wasn’t holding the mug, he gently ran a finger over the tiny blip that would be his future grandchild.

“Hey there little one,” he said, his voice low and gentle, much like the one he had used when he had first spoken to you as a baby, and identical to the voice he had used to speak to his biological children as he held them in his arms in the delivery room after Elisabeth had gone to sleep and it was just him and his little bundle of joy, “You can call me Grandpa,” he added.

“You’re only little for now, all warm in your mama’s tummy. I know your parents will take good care of you but you gotta promise to be easy on them, yeah? They’re young, they’ll make mistakes but I promise you that you are already so loved,” he said, still speaking to the picture, “I know the world might seem scary, but we’ll all be there to help you and keep you safe, but to help you and your mama as you grow, I’m going to call on someone special, okay?” he asked.

Beau put the mug down and bent down to root through the bag he brought to work every day. After seemingly searching through all the pockets he found what he was looking for and pulled out his rosary. It was old and worn out, the black paint of the metal beads long scraped off by more than a century of daily use, but his great grandfather’s combat rosary still held string despite having been issued in 1916 and then passed down until it hit his father, who promptly left it to rot in the heat and humidity of his childhood home’s dusty and disgusting attic.

If his father had had what he wanted, Beau would never even have gotten it, but his father had been roused from his laziness by something or other on a random Thursday evening and cleared out the attic to organise a yard sale. He had seen the rosary, recognising it as the same thing Craig always kept in his pocket and took it from the box it had been shoved in. Beau had hidden it until bedtime and spent most of the night untangling the already browned beads before stashing it away underneath in floorboards.

There had been a few close calls and it had almost been discovered a few times so after a while, Beau took to carrying it wherever he went, a habit he had passed on to all his children.

He ran the sacred necklace through his hands a few times, taking his time to really feel the coolness of the beads before starting, “Hail Mary, Full of Grace, Blessed art Thou amongst Women and Blessed be the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen,” he said.

Beau went around the necklace and as he finished the prayer, he added, “Hail Mary, Mother of God, please watch over Y/n and guide her as she moves into this new season of life. Help her be kind to herself as her body changes and quieten her mind when it worries, and help her enjoy every moment of the next nine months. Please keep her baby safe and healthy as it grows and tell them that whoever they are and whoever they become, they will always be loved, safe and cared for. And although I know it isn’t entirely your domain, please ensure that Jake enjoys these next few months, and the rest of parenthood, as much as she will. Amen.”

He looked at the cup again, “All done,” he said brightly with a smile, “Mama will teach you how to do that when you grow up,” he added.

“I’m talking to a fucking mug,” he realised, then forgetting himself again, he promptly apologised to the cup for swearing.

Where Sysiphus had his boulder, Cyclone had his paperwork. Every day he would sit down and work through the pile, and every day it reappeared sometimes bigger and heavier than ever, ready for him. He didn’t mind the paperwork so much, he had liked flying but as life went on and he got married and had children, it slowly lost its appeal. The adrenaline didn’t seem worth the danger and the risk of leaving his wife and children without a husband or a father. And with less flying came less moving, less packing your entire life into cardboard boxes and shipping them around the country sometimes only for a month. Neverending paperwork was safe, and stable. He just wished he could see his children a little more.

He hadn’t picked up the kids from school in almost a year, and he hadn’t done bathtime with the girls since his paternity leave. Between work and desperately trying to balance the rest, he realised he hadn’t had the time to enjoy his family in far too long. He frowned, and in a spur-of-the-moment decision, he printed out a copy of the leave authorisation form and filled it in, immediately approving himself for a two week leave starting at the end of the week.

Beau checked the time, you were due to arrive on base in less than twenty minutes. He took his coat and put it on, even though it was already May, the air was overcast and the wind had picked up giving the air a slight chill. He made his way to the parking lot, patiently waiting another ten minutes before he saw you and Jake enter and park the truck.

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You and Jake shared a secret smile when you saw Beau standing in the parking lot, apparently waiting for your arrival, the closest thing to a goofy grin you had ever seen on his face.

“I think he knows,” Jake said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

You shook your head, unbuckling your seat belt as he put the truck in park, “I think so too.”

Jake pressed a kiss to your hand, the one he had been holding the whole drive over, before climbing out. He shot you a look through the open door, “Don’t you dare!” he called as he watched your hand creep towards the door handle.

You let out a laugh, your hand now resting on the handle as he slammed his own door shut and hurriedly pulled the strap to his duffle bag over his head as he made his way around the front of the truck. Jake opened your door, giving you a slightly exasperated huff, “You’re doing all the work baby, I have to do something to help.”

“I am capable of getting out of the truck Jake,” you said, fixing him with a look that said his interference wasn’t exactly needed.

He sighed, his hand held out to help you down, “I know that, but I need to make sure you are okay, for my own peace of mind,” he said quietly, when you didn’t relent, he added, “Please?”

“Alright, but it's only because I love you so much,” you said, taking his hand, allowing him to help you down from the truck. You turned to get your duffle bag from the back seat, when his hand shot out to rest on your shoulder, “I can get it for you darlin’,” he said, already moving to grab it with his large hand. You laughed a little when he carefully placed the strap over your head, slinging the bag diagonally across your body. Before he stepped back from you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I love you,” he said quietly.

“I love you too,” you replied in kind, a smile coming over your face. Leaning up on your tip-toes, you still spotted Beau, now making his way towards the truck, “I suppose we should see what he wants to be called now shouldn’t we?” you asked.

Jake let out a laugh, “Who knows, you might have surprised him into shock.”

You stepped away from the truck, and towards Cyclone’s approaching figure. As soon as he reached you, he enveloped you in a hug, and shot Jake a slightly dirty look, “What are you doing out here without a coat?” he asked, starting to shrug his own off before wrapping it around your shoulders.

You laughed, accepting the coat, “Dad, it’s not that cold, but if it makes you feel better,” you made a show of threading your arms through the too long sleeves and pulling the zipper up, your duffle bag hanging awkwardly beneath the surface.

“So it’s true then? This isn’t some prank?” he asked, his eyes holding excitement that you hadn’t seen since, you couldn’t remember when.

“Yes! You are going to be a grandpa, or pops, or whatever you want them to call you,” you answered, your face almost hurting from the wide smile that had taken over.

“I’ll be grandpa,” he said, pulling the ‘Hello, my name is: Grandpa’ tag out of his pocket. You let out an excited squeal before pulling him into a hug.

Jake let out a quiet laugh and started ushering the three of you towards the building, “Alright, let’s get the pregnant lady out of the cold,” he said, wrapping a protective arm around you as you stepped out of Beau’s embrace.

You shushed your husband, looking around carefully, “Don’t ruin it! We have to tell everyone else together,” you said to him quietly, your hand slapping gently against his chest.

He laughed silently, you could feel his chest shaking slightly against your shoulder, “I know honey, I won’t ruin it.”

The excitement from earlier started to die down, and by the time you made it to the doors, the only thing you wanted was to talk to Beau alone. Jake had been loving and supportive, but ever since your scan, you had been worried. Your anxiety, which had been mostly silent since your wedding, was rearing its ugly head. What if you turned out to be just like your mom? You didn’t have a great parental role model besides Beau growing up, what if you were a shit parent?

As you got to the doors, Jake shared a look with you, reading something in your eyes. He held the door for you, and as you neared Beau’s office, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “I’m just going to change, see you in a few?” he asked.

You gave him a tight smile and a nod, grateful that he understood you just needed a moment alone with the only man you’d ever known as a father.

“What’s up,” Beau asked you once Jake had made it down the hall, and out of sight, his face was concerned.

You let out a sigh, pushing the door to his office open and walking inside before answering him, “I just, what if I’m a shit mom?” you asked him, tears springing to your eyes.

He looked at you, his mouth agape following you inside before shutting the door behind him. Before he could answer your question, you continued, letting your thoughts out, “The only good parent I have ever known was you, and Elizabeth, but mainly you. Don’t get me wrong, you have been very good to me, Annie, and Audrey, but what if it’s genetic? What if I don’t love them, or push them away? What if Jake leaves because I’m a bad parent? What if he takes them with him? I just got this little life,” you said, looking up at him, tears running down your face, your hands cupped over your still flat stomach, “I can’t mess this up.”

“Honey,” he cooed, taking you in his arms for a hug, “Sweetheart, it’ll be okay. You’ll be okay,” he said, bringing one hand to gently pet your hair as he held you tight. You let out a loud sob, shaking in his arms as the weight of the possible reality of your near future.

“Baby, look at me,” he asked and you looked up. Beau swiped a stream of your tears off of your cheeks with his thumb. He leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss onto your forehead, “You are not your mom. Her being bad does not mean you will be. Genetics have nothing to do with the ability to be a good person,” he whispered, cupping your face in his hands.

“Look, I admit I was lucky, because by the time I realised I was a dad I had already been acting like one for long enough that I had experience to help me out, but when you called me dad for the first time -- do you remember?” he asked you.

You thought for a minute before replying, “At your wedding?”

“No, there was one time before that. It was in December the year before, you had been ill for days, but that day was the worst. You were so weak we couldn’t keep you awake for very long, and getting you to eat was so difficult. I kept begging your mom to let me call a doctor, or take you to the hospital and she just kept refusing, saying there was no need, even though your fever had climbed up to 103°F in the space of an hour,” Beau explained with a far off look in his eyes. He remembered that night all too well, the memory of it was burned into his brain so distinctly that he remembered exactly what to do when the same happened to Peter nearly a decade later.

“I went up to your room to try to get you to drink some warm milk one last time before bed. You were laying on your tummy, and I remember I put my hand on your shoulder to turn you around. It was so obvious something was wrong,” Beau breathed in deeply, still lost in thought. He could see it happen in front of his eyes now.

The dark night sky visible through your undrawn curtains, the moon and a small bedside lamp drowning the room in a macabre yellow light. He pulled up a chunky pastel yellow plastic chair next to the bed as the wind outside battered the windows as if trying to get in to help your fever break. He reached over and gently laid his hand over your chubby, snoopy-pyjama clad arm and flinched at the temperature. You stirred a little. This was the most responsive you had been all day. Emboldened by your apparent improvement, Beau turned you over. Like a ragdoll, you flopped onto your back and looked at him with large glazed-over eyes. Your clammy skin had turned slightly blue, or seemed to in the dim light of the room.

“Daddy help,” you whispered before your eyes rolled back into your sockets.

For a second, during which the world seemed to have forgotten to spin, nothing happened, and then your limbs started twitching and shaking. A moment later, foam started forming at the corners of your mouth. Your arm shot to the side, knocking down the lamp and shattering the lightbulb as it hit the floor.

Beau stood in horror, unable to figure out what to do until he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, he moved towards the door, to stop whichever one of your sisters was coming from seeing you like this. Annie appeared around the corner.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, he tried to keep his face still so as to not betray the situation but he knew he couldn’t keep the charade up for long.

“I need you to call the hospital,” is all he had time to say before Annie turned around on her heels and sprinted towards the home phone.

Beau returned to the room, vaguely aware he needed to be noting down the length of the seizure, luckily, he had looked at his watch seconds before it had started. A minute had passed already and you were showing no sign of improvement. He knelt down by the bed, not feeling the stab of pain when his knees landed on the shards of broken glass and leaned towards you as much as he could. Beau brought a hand up to your head and petted your hair, saying the only thing he could think of.

“Hail Mary, full of grace, blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed be the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen,” he whispered, saying it like a chant over the seven additional minutes your seizure lasted.

Once you had stopped shaking and Beau could concentrate on anything other than his prayer, he could hear voices coming from downstairs and soon heavy footsteps running up the staircase towards him. What felt like a second later paramedics were pushing him to the side to take a look at you.

You were still lethargic, barely whimpering whenever someone touched you, your large eyes blinking up at him.

"Are you the father?" one of the paramedics asked.

"Yes," someone replied. He looked over to the doorway to see Annie, holding a crying Audrey's hand, "He's our daddy."

Beau shook himself out of his reverie to find you staring up at him.

"What happened?" You asked.

"They took you to hospital in an ambulance and I followed right behind with your sisters. We sat in the waiting room for two hours while doctors looked you over, and while I was sitting in that stupidly uncomfortable chair, the only thing I could think of was you calling me 'daddy'," he said, "I was sitting there, with my head in my hands, bent over my knees, trying to take deep breaths to stay calm when the only thing I wanted to do was cry, puke and run away. I was so scared. Scared that you weren't okay, scared that you loved me, scared that I would turn into my dad at a moment's notice," he paused for a second, seeming to contemplate his next words.

When he finally continued, he said, "For a few weeks I was nervous and on edge. Every time something went wrong, I had to bite back the urge to snap and scream and then, after a week, I realised something. Being a good person isn't something you are, it's a choice. Every day I woke up scared out of my mind and every day I chose to not let you know. I chose to be kind, to be patient, to be loving, even if all I wanted to do was the complete opposite. And when I realised that love was a choice, I realised that even if I messed up, I could choose to fix things. I could apologise, I could help. And I know you will do just the same."

“You’re scared that you will turn into your mother, but you have to remember that you are half of your father too, and he was one of the best people I’ve ever known. He loved you girls more than he loved flying, more than he loved anything really,” Beau finished, giving you a warm smile, “You’re going to do fine, and you have Jake to help you. When things are hard, he is your rock and he won’t abandon you.”

You nodded, pressing your head into his chest, “Okay,” you said quietly, trying to let the reassurances wash over you. After a minute more of the hug, you stepped back from his embrace, slowly pulling off his jacket to return it to him, “Thanks, dad. You’re right, we can do this.”

“Of course sweetheart,” he said, taking the coat before opening the door for you, “Take it easy okay? I don’t want to hear of you doing any flying until this one is born,” he added, nodding to your abdomen.

“I won't, Poppy,” you said, your voice teasing.

Beau rolled his eyes at your name calling, “Love you, kiddo,” he said with a smile.

“Love you too dad,” you called back to him, making your way to the locker room.

—

You had tried to call Audrey all day but you had received no response. Today should have been her day off but you knew your sister, as much as she complained of the schedule and the demands of the job, she really did like working with the mothers and the newborns and usually picked up any shift she was asked. So, you assumed when you hung up after trying to reach her yet again, she must have gone in to work.

“Ready to go sweetheart?” Jake asked, leaning on the sliding door to the sunroom where you had been calling, basking in the lovely warmth of the glass room, a large mug of tea forgotten on the glass coffee table.

You nodded, unfolding your legs from underneath you and you got off the wicker couch to find your shoes. Once ready to brave the outside world, armed with your handbag and a pink leather jacket, you unlocked the mini and climbed into the driver’s seat. Jake climbed in beside you, wasting no time to hook up his phone to the car and playing Sun To Me by Zach Bryan as you drove to the bar.

The Hard Deck parking lot was, as usual, crammed full of cars but you managed to squeeze your car in between two delivery vans. The Hard Deck was much the same. You managed to find Bob at the bar, quickly saying hi before joining the rest of the team at the pool tables and immediately joining Phoenix in an impassioned conversation with Fanboy over their favourite film series. It might have seemed like a losing battle for Phoenix as she listened to Mickey waffle on about Star Wars but you knew that as soon as he would draw breath Nat would launch into a monologue on her unparalleled love of the Jason Bourne Series. You kept your opinions to yourself, not wanting to out yourself as a hardcore Twiglight fan and giving them all an aneurism.

In your defence, you knew Twilight was bad, but that’s what made it so good to you. It felt like watching a trainwreck, you couldn’t stop looking, no matter how horrible it was. It also made for a very easy comfort watch whenever you wanted to watch something and not think too much. There was, however, one thing you liked more than watching Twilight, and that was asking Jake to watch Twilight with you. He would, bless his heart. He would sit beside you during the entire series and watch the films, trying his best to seem interested and like he absolutely was not going to fall asleep. Perhaps it was cruel of you, but that did not make it any less enjoyable.

Suddenly, your phone rang in your pocket. Seeing Audrey’s picture pop up on the screen, you stepped outside to take the call.

“Hiya, how are you?” you asked.

Audrey groaned, “That’s another pair of scrubs I can throw out,” she replied.

“You work in the maternity ward, A. How does it happen so often?” you asked.

“You don’t want to know. How come I have like eight missed calls from you, everything okay?”

“Yeah, look, we’re doing a barbecue on Saturday. How about you come down and see everyone again,” Audrey groaned again.

"Oh come on!" You said, "Come down for the weekend, there's someone I'd like you to meet,"

"Y/n, I am not coming down so you can set me up," Audrey replied, sounding exasperated and exhausted after no doubt another shift that couldn’t seem to end soon enough.

"I'm not setting you up. They're important to me and I'd like you to get to know them," you explained.

"Is Annie going?" she asked.

You hummed in agreement.

"Fine!" She sighed, "But we're going shopping while we're there. I need new clothes,"

“Me too,” you mumbled, looking down at your growing stomach, as she hung up, probably headed back into the ward to help deliver another bundle of joy.

---

“You totally told Maria we were expecting, right?” Jake asked Bob as they made their way through the mess hall line.

Bob audibly gulped before answering, shakily, “I -- I wouldn’t --”

“Cut the shit, Bobby,” Jake said, cutting him off and fixing him with a stare.

“I may have accidentally -- I didn’t mean to i -- it just slipped out, I’m so sorry,” Bob said, his stuttering coming to a stop when Jake interrupted him.

“Nah,’s alright, I’m not mad,” Jake said, “I do need a favour, though,” he continued as they made their way to a table.

Bob nodded, telling him to keep going.

“She’s coming next week right?” Jake asked. Not waiting for Bob to confirm, he added, “Can you tell her to bring her brushes, I need her to paint something for me.”

“Okay,” Bob said, already texting Maria. A second later, his phone buzzed with a response.

“What did she say?” Jake asked, trying to peek at the text himself.

“She asks why you couldn’t ask her yourself,” Bob said, looking down at his phone.

Jake sighed, “Because she doesn’t answer my texts?” he answered.

Bob let out a laugh, “She says ‘touché’.”

----

You were standing in the backyard of Cyclone’s house looking at the group that was gathered there. They had no idea what was about to hit them when the cake was brought out. Everyone from the squadron and your sisters were gathered here under the assumption that it was your birthday barbeque, but little did they know it was your pregnancy reveal. When you ordered the cake, the baker had been confused, you weren’t doing a gender reveal because you wanted to be surprised, so you had her ice the cake in white, but the tiers were dyed blue and pink. The final touch, which you had yet to add to the top, was one of the photos from your ultrasound.

Beau and Lizzie had so graciously agreed to host the party, since your house was a little small for such a gathering, and you couldn’t have been happier with the turnout. As you made your way around the yard, talking to different people here and there, you spotted Annie and Bob bent over their phones at the corner patio set.

“You two are getting along well,” you said as you approached, hearing the last of their quiet laughter die down.

“What? Jealous I’m spending time with my little brother?” Annie replied.

“Haven’t you guys only met once?” you asked.

Annie shrugged, “Sure, and we’ve texted every day since.”

“She sends me memes,” Bob said, a proud smile on his face.

“Oh! Show her the one I sent you yesterday!” Annie added enthusiastically.

Bob fished his phone out of his pocket with a goofy grin. He unlocked it and slid it towards you showing you a picture Annie had sent on their whatsapp chat of the child Jesus tugging on the Virgin Mary’s dress saying “Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!” and a text underneath the picture saying “The first rosary”.

“I’m jealous,” you stated, “You met Bobby once and you sent him that and I’m lucky to get a weekly text.”

“We call every two days,” Annie protested. You stuck out your bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, “Fine! We’ll make it a group chat!” she relented, starting the chat on her phone.

“I love you,” you told your sister, a shit-eating grin plastered on your face.

“You better,” she grumbled.

“You know, I always wanted a little sister…” Bob said, “I regret that now,” he added, poking you in the side with a wide grin, “I’m joking, I love you. You’re very annoying, but I love you.”

“Hey! You be nice to my wife Bobby Boy or we’ll have to rethink making you Godfather,” Jake said, coming up to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

“You’re joking right?” he asked, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

“Hey, hey! Keep the waterworks for later, we haven’t announced it yet!” Jake said, hurriedly looking around him to see if anyone was watching.

“What’s happening here?” Beau said, arriving so quietly it scared everyone.

“Bobby is bullying me,” you replied before Bob could.

“Lying is a sin, Y/n,” he told you with a crooked smile.

“I need to take a leaf out of your mother’s book Jake, next argument is twenty bucks towards the argument jar,” Cyclone warned.

“Lizzie!” Bob shouted, “Dad is bullying us!”

“That’ll be forty for your trouble young man,” you said, a smirk on your face.

“What’s this I’m hearing about bullying our children Beau?” Elisabeth asked, raising an eyebrow as she walked over to stand beside him.

“I’m not! I would never! I was warning Bob and Y/n about an argument jar,” He explained.

“What’s the price?” Jake asked.

“Twenty per infraction,” Cyclone said, a triumphant grin on his face.

“Thirty per bullying accusation for any of you,” She retorted, pointing at everyone, including her husband.

“Hey now --” Beau argued.

Elisabeth stuck out a hand and made a beckoning movement. Cyclone took out his wallet and gave his wife the note, fixing her with a glare that could have made any of his sailors flinch and run. Elisabeth merely smirked.

“Ooh I see where you get it from now,” Jake whispered in your ear as soon as Lizzie returned to her chat with Maverick and Phoenix.

Before you could respond, Beau set a hand on Jake’s shoulder, “I need some help carrying more beers out for the cooler, you young guns sure know how to put it away,” he said with a laugh, “Do you have a second?”

“Of course,” Jake said, giving you a peck on the cheek before following him to the garage.

You watched the door close behind your two favourite men and a smile came over your face, you were so glad they got along, you weren’t sure what you would do if they didn't.

—

Beau closed the door behind them and Jake turned to look at him confused.

“I need to talk to you about something,” he said, looking at Jake like he was steeling himself for something.

Jake’s heart dropped, what could be so important that Cyclone felt the need to pull him away from you and the party, “What’s up?” he asked, blood beginning to rush through his ears.

“I need you to pay attention to Y/n,” Beau started.

“Sir--” Jake said, his voice a bit offended but Beau interrupted him.

“You didn’t let me finish. I need you to pay attention to Y/n, more than you usually do. Pay attention to her behaviour, if she seems sad, if she’s changing in any way or another, like if she’s eating less or feeling less energetic. I know it’s probably just my own worries, but I’m scared she’ll get prenatal or postpartum depression…” he sighed, “Lizzie had it with Peter and honestly, I’ve been paranoid about it since,” he added.

“I’ll watch her,” Jake assured him, “I’m not sure what I’m watching out for though…” he admitted.

“General changes, mostly. See if she’s withdrawing from people, or if she’s suddenly no longer interested in her hobbies…,” Beau stopped to think for a moment, “Lizzie used to have memory problems and indecisiveness, she’d have trouble focussing on anything and it would give her horrible mood swings -- worse than can be blamed on hormones and pregnancy brain. Bad enough that she started to notice it herself. I also remember she used to have such a hard time sleeping and eating.. And obviously, she wasn’t feeling herself mood wise either, I mean, she seemed very hopeless. She’d cry for hours on end and nothing I could do would make her feel better…” he said, trailing off, his eyes a little misty.

“Okay,” Jake said, never seeing the Admiral look so worn down, “I’ll keep a close eye on her.”

“You’re good for her Seresin,” Beau said, “Just make sure our girl is okay?”

“Of course sir, I will,” he said, and with a nod from Cyclone, the two of them gathered up a case of beer each, making their way back into the backyard.

—

Once everyone had eaten, you found yourself in the kitchen with Maria, Audrey, and Lizzie, the four of you having easy conversation as you cleaned up dinner.

“I just don’t know, I don’t want it to be cliche,” Maria insisted, drying a plate before setting it on top of the clean stack.

You laughed a little at her defeated voice, “It’s not cliche, I think it’ll be wonderful,” you said, before turning to Audrey, “Don’t you think so A?”

“I love it honestly, getting married on the ranch, the men all dressed up with hats and boots? Boho dresses for you and your bridesmaids’? Sign me up!” she said enthusiastically, “Are you sure you don’t have any more brothers in need of a good wife?”

Maria let out a laugh, and you smiled at how much it sounded like Jake’s, “They are all snatched up I’m afraid,” she said.

Looking at Audrey, you chimed in, “I thought you said you were done taking random setups?” you asked her.

“Well they aren’t random if they are related to Jake and Maria,” she replied, “I don’t need a man I guess, it would just be nice to come home to someone other than mittens.”

“Who’s mittens?” Elisabeth asked, looking at Audrey confused.

“Oh I forgot to tell you, I got a cat!” she said excitedly, “He is the cutest little thing, a little trouble maker, but cute nonetheless.” She added, fishing her phone out of her pocket to show Lizzie a photo of her cat, a tiny little creature with fur as black as the night. It was flashing two yellow eyes, coming off as cute and innocent but if your second to last phone call, during which it had jumped up on one of the counters and stolen a sizeable chunk of cheese had been anything to go by, you knew Audrey was being more than kind by her description of the little lad.

“That’s wonderful!” Lizzie replied, “I’m glad you’ve got someone to come home to.”

“Yeah, me too,” she said quietly.

Lizzie set the cake out on the counter as Maria and Audrey finished the dishes. You had just put the last lid on the leftovers when Maria caught your eye. You shot a glance to Audrey and then back to Maria as you made your way to the cake.

“Audrey, you know there are quite a few single men that attend our church, maybe I can give them your number?” Maria asked her, “Let me get my phone and we can Facebook stalk them!” she added more excitedly, entwining her arm with Audrey’s, she pulled her out of the kitchen and back to the patio.

You quickly ran from the room and dug through your purse, pulling out the sonogram picture you had saved for the night. Jogging back into the kitchen, you almost ran straight into Lizzie in the doorway.

“Oops, sorry mom,” you said, a grin on your face as you gave her a quick hug before moving past to stick the photo on top of the cake, standing it up in the icing for all to see.

Lizzie came up behind you, admiring the cake, “Are you ready?” she asked.

“I think so, I’ll go tell them all to gather round, if you want to carry it out?” you asked her, turning to look at her from the corner of your eye.

“Sounds good to me, be right behind you,” she agreed.

You walked out, joining Jake by the table you had all been eating around. Jake lifted his arm up for you to cuddle into him. You found your spot right as Lizzie walked out, holding the three tiered beauty in front of her.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you,” Beau started, the rest of the guests soon starting to join in, “Happy Birthday dear Y/n, Happy birthday to you!” They finished in unison, right as Elisabeth placed the cake in the centre of the table and stepped back.

You looked for a knife, waiting for someone to notice the picture. Jake stood by you, keeping his conversation with Maverick going but trying to subtly nudge his attention towards the cake. Next to Maria, Bob was trying to do the same with Audrey but none of your efforts were working. You found your knife and picked up the paper towels, hoping that the colours might get them to pay more attention to what you were trying to tell them, but you didn’t need to. Although she had been staring at the photograph for the previous five minutes, trying to guess what it was actually showing, Phoenix’s penny hadn’t dropped yet. Once it had, however, she jumped up from her seat with a loud gasp, accidentally knocking it to the floor.

“OH MY GOD!” she exclaimed loudly enough that Beau jumped and dropped the burger he had been about to bite into on the floor. He grimaced as he picked it up, turning it around to see if it was salvageable and then angrily slamming it on his plate.

“OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!” she screamed, “CONGRATULATIONS!” she added engulfing you in a bone breaking hug, making sure to stay well away from your tummy. Once she let go of you, she immediately jumped into Jake’s arms and squeezed him until the breath left his lungs.

“Holy sh--” Fanboy started.

“GARCIA, LANGUAGE,” Beau shouted, cutting the swear in half and covering Matthew’s ears with his hands. He had evidently been grabbed mid-game with Peter as while he wrestled himself out of his father’s clutches, his older brother happily ran towards the goal and kicked the soccer ball straight in between the two posts. Peter ran a victory lap around the garden, making sure to stop by a still struggling Matthew to stick out his tongue and rub in his failure.

“Goodness gracious,” Mickey tried again, this time sounding a little mocking, earning himself a sharp slap up the back of the head by Payback who was keen to avoid any extra push ups that week.

“Please excuse him, sir. His mother didn’t teach him right,” Reuben apologised.

“Don’t let it happen again. I don’t need you all corrupting my children,” Beau chided before turning back to the kitchen to prepare himself another burger.

As the rest of the group caught on to the exciting news reveal, you and Jake were crowded by everyone, most stopping to hug you before either pulling Jake into a hug or just shaking his hand and offering congratulations.

When you saw Javy having what appeared to be a more serious conversation with Jake, you turned to join before you were pulled away by Audrey. She pulled you into a tight hug and you felt tears soak the collar of your shirt. Annie looked rather smug as she approached you, Audrey’s shaky voice in your ear saying, “I can’t believe you’re going to have a baby, I’m so happy for you!”

Annie laughed at the sight the two of you made, “Do we have room for one more in this hug?”

Audrey looked between the two of you, and Annie’s calm demeanour before her tears dried up and she was pointing a finger between you, “She knew! How come she knew before I did?!”

“I just had a moment of doubt was all,” you said quietly, not wanting Jake to know about how anxious you were about parenthood.

Audrey regarded you a moment before pulling you into another hug, Annie joining on the other side, “Oh Y/n it’s going to be alright, you are going to be such a good mom,” she said into your ear.

A few tears leaked out of your eyes as you replied, “Thank you.”

All too soon, your sisters were pulling away from the hug and you were engulfed by Phoenix and Halo, both women excitedly asking several questions all at once, the only one you caught was from Phoenix, “How far along are you?”

“Oh, about six weeks,” you answered, placing your hand on your slightly puffy midsection.

“Geeze, Hangman,” Rooster called, having overheard your answer, “You got busy fast.”

“Bradshaw!” Phoenix chastised him, looking around at the kids present at the party. You could feel a blush of embarrassment spreading across your face.

His eyes got wide when he saw the Admiral rejoining the party, a new plate of food in hand, “Sorry, my bad.”

Suddenly Jake’s arm was around your back, his hand squeezing your side comfortingly, “Hey, don’t listen to him,” he said, his lips buried in the top of your hair.

“I know, I just didn’t expect someone to announce it to the whole room,” you said, relishing in the feel of his touch.

Lizzie cut the cake, revealing the pink and blue layers, “Alright, take which gender you think their little bean is going to be!” she called over the lawn as she started plating them up.

Before everyone took a bite, the whole group gathered together holding their plates out and up towards the camera, showing the colour of their chosen piece of cake.

Maverick approached you and Jake after the photo, an excited look on his face, “I’m so happy for you kids. I’ll be sad to lose you from the squadron for a while, but your safety comes first,” he said.

You and Jake shared a look before leaning into Mav some more, “Mav, about that,” you started.

He looked at the two of you confused before Jake took over, “Y/n’s contract is up this year, we don’t think she is going to reup.”

Mav’s eyes widened before he nodded, “I don’t blame you there kiddo, we will miss you, but you plan on staying close don’t you?”

“Yeah, this is our home. Besides, Jake will still be stationed here so you will be seeing plenty of us,” you answered.

“Good, good,” Mav said, nodding along, adding another, “Congratulations,” before taking a bite of his blue cake and walking away.

You and Jake sat, him with a pink piece and you with a blue piece, laughing together at the group around you. Phoenix, Halo, Maria, and your sisters were all scrolling through pinterest already planning little outfits to buy for your little bean. Rooster, Harvard, Yale, Coyote, and Payback were standing by the firepit talking about how they would have another pilot joining their ranks, the group laughing at all the different callsign options your future child could have.

You looked around the yard again, confused when you couldn’t find Fanboy. You finally spotted him sitting standing slightly behind Coyote at the fire, his plate still mostly full of cake, parts of both a pink and a blue piece still present.

You let out a laugh before pointing him out to Jake who laughed and called over to him, “Hey, Fanboy! How’s the cake?”

“Delicious! I just couldn’t decide what you were going to have, so I figured now either way I’ll be right,” he said with a smile.

The group laughed at his answer and the backyard got rowdy with small arguments about if you were going to have a boy or a girl. By the time everyone left, you were exhausted and by the time Jake slowed the truck to a stop in front of your house, you had fallen asleep, one hand entwined in Jake’s and the other resting on your stomach.

—

You woke up with a jolt, shaken by a loud noise coming from within the bedroom. For a brief, confused moment, you thought it might have been the fire alarm but when Jake stirred too and picked up his phone, the mystery was elucidated.

“Ciao, Mamma, come stai?” you heard him say into the receiver as he walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the living room, rubbing his eyes. Instead of answering with how she was doing, Isabella bellowed into the receiver at a loud enough volume that you heard it through the walls.

“Piccola merda ingrata! Come osi! Come osi tenerlo lontano da noi! Quanto tempo avremmo dovuto aspettare che ce lo dicessi?” She screamed, “Non vuoi che siamo lì per te? Non ci ami? Ti abbiamo fatto qualcosa?” she continued, her screams turning into sobs as the phone call went on.

You swung your legs over the side and left the comfort of the bed to find where Jake had gone. You knew enough Italian by now to get most of what she was saying, but the muffled effect brought by distance and Isabella’s emotion made some of it hard to understand. You found Jake in the garage, sitting on one of his exercise benches, desperately trying to tell his mother that he hadn’t forgotten them, but that he had just been so busy --

“Troppo occupato per dire a tua madre che tua moglie è incinta?” she asked, her voice breaking on a few words.

“Mamma, mi dispiace tanto,” Jake apologised, sounding guiltier than you had ever heard him before.

"Mi stai spezzando il cuore” she sobbed, “You’re breaking my heart.”

“Mamma, ascoltami. non ho dimenticato. Volevo chiamare la domenica dopo la chiesa così saresti stato tutto insieme,” he told her, assuring her that he hadn’t forgotten and was just waiting to tell them all together

“Oh,” she said, “Oh mio caro, mi dispiace tanto, ho rovinato i tuoi piani!” she exclaimed, suddenly concerned that she may have ruined Jake’s plans

Jake looked confused and surprised, and very much like a man who had experienced whiplash from the way his mother’s tone had just changed. While she had been crying and screaming about how he didn’t love them a minute ago after he explained that he was planning to call Sunday her mood had done a one-eighty and you could now hear her watery smile through the phone.

“Va bene?” Jake asked incredulously, “It’s okay?”

“Non preoccuparti, sono a casa da solo. Nessun altro lo sa, puoi ancora fare quello che vuoi, lo terrò segreto,” she giggled, telling him she was alone and would keep his secret

Jake let out a relieved sigh, “Bene. Qualcosa arriverà attraverso il post, assicurati che nessuno lo apra prima di domenica,” he said, asking her to make sure no one opened the package he had sent via post, to be opened during the announcement

“Oh si! Terrò lontani i bambini,” she squealed, “Questo è così eccitante!”

Jake laughed, “E nonna. Tieni lontana anche la nonna.”

Isabella gasped, “Se la nonna lo sa, lo saprà il Texas,” she lamented, clearly already thinking of where she could hide whatever Jake was sending through the mail.

“Morning Isabella,” you said, gauging her mood and determining now was a good time to make your presence known without getting shouted at

“My darling! How do you feel? How far along are you? Is he treating you well?” she fired your way.

You laughed, “I’m fine, things are easy for now. Except for the coffee, I can’t stand coffee now,” you said and you heard her softly gasp in horror. Isabella, much like you functioned only on coffee, she even went to bed with one, claiming that without it she just couldn’t sleep right.

“And you keep forgetting things,” Jake said, laughing slightly.

“And I keep forgetting things!” you said, pointing at him, “I forgot the -- what did I forget again?”

“You forgot the cheese when you made mac and cheese last night,” Jake offered.

“Yes,” you said, “Not my proudest moment… But Jake was a dear about it.”

“Good. I did do a good job with him, then,” Isabella laughed, “I will leave you two to it then, Giovanni will be home soon,” she added, “Jake, you keep taking good care of her, and Y/n you make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble.”

“I’m not that much of a trouble maker,” Jake protested.

“Uh huh,” his mother replied, totally unconvinced, “Ciao, you two!” she said before hanging up the call.

“I think my ears are ringing,” Jake said with a laugh as he brought a hand to his ear and massaged it, “That was loud… I tried to find a spot where the noise wouldn’t wake you…”

“The ringing woke me,” you replied, walking up to him. Jake leaned back against the wall as you sat down facing him with your legs at either side of him, “You okay?” he asked, rubbing circles into your back with one of his large hands.

“Sleepy,” you answered, nuzzling your face into his neck. Jake laughed as you did so, your movement tickling his skin.

“Let’s get you back to bed then,” he said, suddenly standing up, taking a hold of your legs and wrapping them around his waist, “Hold on tight baby, don’t wanna drop you two,” he added. He carried you back to your room, dropping you gently onto the bed and coming to lay down beside you, quickly pulling your back closer to him. You fell asleep with Jake’s hand resting on your growing belly, his thumb stroking your stretching skin.

—

“Are you ready for this?” Jake asked as he joined you on the couch.

You let out a little laugh, “What do you think it’s not going to go well?”

Jake shrugged while logging into his laptop, “I think it's going to go great, I do have a feeling they will be a bit overwhelming though, at least through the computer.”

“I’m sure they’re going to be fine,” you said, resting your head on Jake’s shoulder. The baby had gotten you up earlier than usual that morning and you were almost late to church because of your morning sickness. While you loved the little life growing inside of you, they could stand to let your stomach settle if only for a moment.

Jake clicked through the Skype menu, pulling up Isabella’s contact card. With one last glance at you, and your confirming nod, Jake pressed the call button. The computer let out a ringing noise for a moment before Isabella’s face popped up on the screen. You could see the excitement in her face, she looked like she wanted to jump through the screen to hug the both of you.

"Ciao miei cari, come state entrambi?” she asked, her eyes lingering on your side of the screen.

“We’re good mamma,” Jake said, “Up a little early this morning, but good,” he added, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him.

“Good, well we are all here!” she exclaimed, turning her computer to show the kitchen of the Seresin ranch, all of the family gathered around the island. A chorus of voices called out at the same time, “Hi Uncle Jake!”, “Jacob, Y/n”, “So good to see you!”, “Why are you calling?”.

Jake held up his free hand, “Whoa, one at a time! Hi Luca, how are you?”

“I’m good! I lost another tooth!” he exclaimed, trying to open his mouth from the other end of the island and show Jake his missing tooth.

“Wow, you’re getting so big buddy! When we come to visit next I bet you’re going to be taller than me,” Jake said, you knew he missed visiting his family, but you hoped to go back the following year for Christmas at the very least.

“Cos'è questa storia di Jacob?” Nonna asked, looking between the two of you sceptically, her eyes lingering on your side of the screen a moment longer than Jake’s.

Jake let out a laugh, “Don’t rush Nonna, you will know soon! Mamma, do you have the box we sent?”

“Yes, it’s just here,” she said, holding it up for you both to see.

“Alright,” you said, smiling brightly, “Why don’t you guys open it? There’s something in there for everyone!”

As the group gathered around the box, you and Jake tried to keep your wide smiles in, not missing the way that Giovanni was watching the two of you from the corner of the screen, a knowing smile on his face.

Jake leaned over to whisper in your ear, “I bet he knows, I’m not sure how he knows, but he does.”

You squinted your eyes at him, and Giovanni looked away quickly, trying to avoid any suspicion and failing miserably.

Suddenly, you heard an excited shriek and watches as Sofia held up a shirt excitedly, “Oh my goodness! She’s pregnant! They’re going to have a baby!”

As the shirts were pulled out of the box and distributed to the rest of the family, everyone began to shout their congratulations.

Alessandra was next, “I am so excited for you two! Let me know if you need anything? I would be happy to send some clothes that the boys don’t need anymore.”

“What are you having?” Tony asked, his eyes lit up with excitement.

“We are going to be surprised,” you said, “Just as long as they are healthy we don’t care.”

Everyone nodded along with that, “Oh how wonderful,” Nonna started, “I will have to make you a quilt!”

“One of the mare’s is due to have a baby roundabout your due date,” John said, “Maybe we can keep it for the little one!”

“That would be adorable,” Jake laughed.

“Do you have any names picked out?” Giovanni asked.

“We have a few we like but we’ll make a decision on the day. We want to meet them before we decide,” Jake replied, looking at you, “Want to make sure that it fits.”

“Okay, well, you’ll have to tell us if you do a baby shower so we can send you stuff!” Alessa said.

“I don’t think we will have one, to be honest. I think we’re enjoying shopping for baby by ourselves and the house will be full and loud enough soon, so I think we’re just going to spend these next few month by ourselves,” you replied.

“Speaking of full houses, is Maria there?” Isabella asked.

“She’s out with Bob, they’re looking at wedding venues today I think, and then they have a house viewing tonight,” Jake said.

“They’re coming for dinner later though, so we can always call you back tonight?” you offered

With that, the conversation happily switched from one happy event to another. Almost an hour later, as Jake’s computer warned of imminent battery death, you bid your in-laws goodbye. He pressed the ‘end call’ button and silence fell over the house, you closed your eyes, taking your time to enjoy it.

“I know I shouldn’t wish for time to go faster, but I just want them to get there,” Jake said, speaking the words you had just been thinking.

As much as you liked having the quiet and calm home life that you led now, with the next season of your life right around the corner, you couldn’t help but with time would just fly by.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #original fic #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman top gun

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rainbowsandwhumperflies · 7 months

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whumptober day three!

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.” Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”

tws: stabbing mention, torture themes, captivity, creepy whumper, noncon bath mention (nonsexual) (it's all written in a journal so it's more whumpee thinking about the things than them happening in real time)

2100 words

August 16

Whumper doesn’t make mistakes, especially not mistakes as big as leaving random shit in my cell. Everything they do is deliberate, which means that leaving this here had to be for some purpose. And really, it doesn’t take Whumper’s level of intricate planning to know not to leave valuable objects in the cell of your prisoner.

Well. I guess ‘valuable’ is subjective. This journal doesn’t look like much. Maybe twenty bucks at most if they went to Target instead of Walmart. It’s August right now, if I’ve been counting correctly—kids are buying back-to-school supplies. I’ll bet Whumper saw this displayed when they walked in and bought it as some sort of joke. Except, if they were going to make fun of me for this, they would’ve made a big deal about this while they were here. They wouldn’t have left it in the corner for me to find later, but I have a hard time believing it was left here by mistake.

So.

I think it must be for the back-to-school months. It’s for kids. They don’t sell these for adults unless you scour the internet for small businesses, which I can’t picture Whumper doing. And they don’t sell them for kids unless they’re preparing for school.

Still. A shark notebook. With matching shark gel pens. In different shark colors.

Whumper has to be playing some kind of game with me.

I used to journal all the time. Not coherently. I wouldn’t really write very much. I would tape little things in the pages and just write what they were next to them. I was terrified that if I didn’t document everything, there would be nothing left of me when I died. And maybe I was right, because the police haven’t found me and Whumper still has me and really, what confirmation do I have that anyone’s actually looking?

Well, anyway. If anyone at my funeral misses me, they’ll be able to look through catalogs of every receipt I’ve ever gotten. And random concert tickets and pressed flowers. There’s probably some candy wrappers in there too, with little handwriting about where I was when I ate the candy. I didn’t really look through them after putting things in there, but thinking about it now, they probably look cool. I’d actually really like to look back through them.

Maybe this is the game Whumper is playing. I write in this notebook, and they read through, and find out my deepest desires and thoughts, and they try to bribe me for the information they want.

Maybe they think I’ll write the information down right here. I’m not quite that stupid, actually. Still, this is one of Whumper’s games and I know that and I’m interacting with the game anyway, which is stupid. Whumper, if you read this, please don’t try to bribe me with my old diaries. Bribe me with something cool. Like one of those hot tubs where you can control all the individual jets.

This is stupid. Everything I’m writing in here is stupid. I don’t know why I’m doing this.

Maybe it’s the weird human interaction thing. I had a friend who used to tell me that lots of journaling was from people who had no one to talk to, so they talked to the void instead. She thought everyone was lonely. I think she was lonely.

Anyway, Dear Diary, welcome to wherever we are. I don’t actually know the location. I guess we’ll just have to find out.

August 17

Dear Diary,

I’m gonna have to find a better way to open these. I am not a twelve year old girl. “Dear Diary” is awkward, and also a little bit too fun and whimsical of a way to open a journal entry about getting stabbed.

I was stabbed today. If you were wondering. Yay.

And I was waiting to see if Whumper brought this notebook up while we were talking ("talking". lol), and they didn’t. So that’s just going to get ignored, I guess.

Medic might be here soon. They’re not mean in the same way as Whumper. They don’t cause me extra pain on purpose, but they’ve had to stitch me up a couple times, and even if the pain isn’t extra, it’s still painful.

Once I had to get held down while they patched me up. It was within the first few days of me being here. I was stupid, and wouldn’t stay still, because I wasn’t sure if Medic was here to help or hurt or somewhere in between. Some raggedy guy had to hold me down, and I’ve never seen him since. Medic definitely works here of their own free will, but that other guy might’ve been another prisoner. I think I’d actually like to see him again, to talk to if nothing else. Do you know how nice it would be to just have a normal conversation with someone for one day?

And do you know how long it’s been since someone hugged me? I was stabbed today, making that very low on my list of priorities, but it’s still there.

Fuck me. All these fancy shark pens and no erasers or whiteout. Yeah, I’m screwed if Whumper reads this.

August 19

I’ve decided to give up on introductions, because “Dear Diary” isn’t going to fly and I don’t know what else to put.

Anyway, someone was screaming today. I haven’t seen Whumper. I wonder if that’s why. It’s not like I find joy in other people’s pain, but if some stranger is getting tortured and keeping Whumper away from me, then

Well, obviously that’s not a good thing! Still! Because no one deserves to get tortured! I have a moral compass!

But also Whumper terrifies me and if I can go a day without seeing them, well, that isn’t exactly a bad thing, I think.

I was thinking, yesterday, about Caretaker. That’s a name I definitely will not be putting a last name to and probably shouldn’t have ever written where Whumper can read. But she’s looking for me, I think. She must be. She has to know I wouldn’t just disappear off the face of the earth, right? Whumper is good at what they do, but so is Caretaker. If anyone can find me, she can. I’m not sure how, because I don’t even know where I am, but I think she’ll figure it out.

Besides, I’m journaling. That means even if I can’t remember, which happens sometimes, we’ll have a record of what happened!! Well, I’m not actually very good at keeping records. But we’ll know that I was stabbed two days ago. And as of right now while I’m writing this out, we’ll know that it luckily was not deep enough to need stitches.

August 22

Dear Diary,

Cringe culture sucks and “Dear Diary” is a fine way to start these out, I think. I need to stop overthinking this. Introductory greetings to a piece of paper are not my biggest problem right now.

I think the biggest problem is actually that Medic bathed me this morning. Which was weird. For multiple reasons. The biggest one being that I was way grosser than I thought. The bath water was disgusting.

No, actually, the biggest reason it was weird is because my hair is the softest it’s ever been in my entire life. And Medic didn’t want to make small talk and wouldn’t tell me what brand of shampoo we were using. If I ever get out of this place, I’ll never be able to recreate the gorgeous thing my hair is right now.

If I ever get out of this place, Caretaker will smack me in the face with this notebook for not keeping a better record. Okay.

So, yesterday Whumper tortured me. The day before that, Whumper tortured me. The day before that, well, I think we get the picture.

Okay. Maybe a useful piece of information. There’s a window in my cell, and I can see the moon out of it. And I can see some stars, and I recognize the Orion constellation. That has to be helpful somehow, right?

My bones are going to rot in this place. That wouldn’t be helpful even if I could tell someone. Maybe this is actually the purpose of the journal: to remind me that there isn’t a single person I can talk to besides myself.

August 23

Dear DIary,

Yeah, no, the purpose of the notebook is definitely so that Whumper could find things out by reading it. They read it right in front of me this morning. I haven’t felt that awkward since that time my mom read through my text conversations when I was sixteen. And my mom never laughed at me, just sat there uncomfortably. Whumper laughed at everything I wrote.

Word travels fast here, I guess. Whumper hit my arm, Medic came in to patch me up, and apparently Medic had also heard about what I’d written. I already knew Whumper was going to read it, but Medic feels like a violation of privacy. At least they told me the shampoo brand after knowing how badly I’d wanted it. But Medic always has to be pompous and uppity and told me how my journaling looked from a psychology perspective.

(As if they’re smart enough for that. Their job is to sew people up so that a criminal can continue pulling the threads loose. It seems counterproductive.)

Anyway, Medic says I use this as a crutch for escapism. They said I’d write more about what’s actually being done to me if it was a record. They said that the journal would keep me just sane enough for Whumper to keep messing with me, which, okay. I’m trying not to think about that too much, because when I think about it I think it might be working, and that wouldn’t be ideal. I am trying to keep myself completely sane, actually. And it’s working better than Medic thinks.

Medic doesn’t know what they’re talking about. They don’t even know the difference between saw sharks and saw fish.

August 25

Dear Diary,

I was wrong. I was so so so wrong, I knew I shouldn’t have written down things that I wanted, because shit.

Whumper hugged me today.

Whumper fucking. They sat down on the floor of my cell, and they just, like, waited until I stopped shaking and started kind of petting my hair?

They laughed at me, when they were reading that I wanted a hug. But then today they hugged me, and when I started crying they started comforting me. And of course, of course I wanted to walk away, but once again, I can’t remember the last time I was hugged!

Whumper is playing games. It’s not real, and I know that, but it kind of felt real? And shit, Caretaker would be so much better at this than me. Caretaker would not fold just for a fucking hug, but last time someone touched me gently was before I even came here. And Caretaker isn’t here.

And I am tired. Okay? I am tired of getting hit every day for the sake of information that really is not that important to me. And maybe if I gave it to Whumper, they’d let me go, right? We’d figure things out from there, if I just gave them the information.

September 3

Dear Diary,

I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up for. Whumper is very good at physical torture, and better at psychological games. I can feel myself slipping, and I can’t even do anything to stop myself. Caretaker would be able to hold out, I bet, but I’m glad they’re not here, because I wouldn’t want them to have to. But Whumper was talking to me today, and they said that having one of Leader’s best strategists was more important to Leader winning than keeping their secret a secret. Whumper says that if I give up the information, I’ll go free, which is more valuable than the information.

I don’t really believe them. The fact that they have to try to convince me like this says a lot more than anything coming out of their mouth. But I’m tired. Leader can’t blame me for that. If they wanted me to keep my mouth shut, they would’ve come sooner. And I’m not going to pretend that Whumper has no ulterior motives, but at least they’re up front about it. And Whumper will let me go if I give up, and I am tired of being hurt.

Whumper has started bathing me, rather than Medic. Medic only touches me when I am injured, and their touch is cold and impersonal and I know how to deal with it. Whumper is so so gentle while they massage my scalp with one hand and dig fingers into old wounds with the other. I don’t know how to keep up with this. I’m tired. I don’t want to keep being hurt.

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober day three #no.1 #journal #lyric #fic #intimate whumper #stabbing #captivity whump #rainbow's whump #rainbow's drabbles #whump #whump writing #once again. this is my first whumptober so if you notice something's up with my tags please tell me lmao #also ignore how late it is we're still half an hour away from today's deadline where i am #first person pov

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gettatranslations · 8 months

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Tachikawa〜！&Black Cat？Yumigeta Ako (23.08.26)

Good evening 🌝

I'm Yumigeta Ako 🛑

Thank you very much for your comments yesterdayー！

Apparently it was a Swiss Cheese Plant？！

Reading your comments it seems that Sato-san likes this plantー！

That got me excited 😄

There seem to be lots of other varieties too？？

Now、I'm kinda curious about Swiss Cheese Plants 笑lol

And today was our Tokyo、Tachikawa Performance！

Thank you very much〜！！！！

It was fun♪❗️

When I first stood on stage during our rehearsal I thought 「It reminds me of Zepp Shinjukuー」！

Aren't they similar？！

They're on a different scale、but it has that live house feeling❗️

Plus I feel like we were about the same distance from the audience！

This is something I thought today、but don't Morning Musume。have surprisingly few performances in Tokyo…？

Since I've joined Morning Musume。our only full member performances have been Budokan、Ikebukuro、and Tachikawa？

It's surprising (°_°)

From here on I want to treasure each and every performance！

And on my way to the venue today、there was a residential area that reminded me of my hometown of Shizuoka which made me happy✨

And And！

For Halloweenー！

Pre Order Goods

『＜ Black ＞Figure Stand Key Chain＆Backing Board・Stand Set』

In this costume！

Doing up all of the buttons was hardー！

Yagi Shiori-san took this photo for me！

I'll tell you more about that tomorrow！

Look forward to it❗️

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨

I'm the type to rewrite everything that is said during lessons in a single notebook！

Rewriting everything up into one notebook is a pain、but once you start it ends up being quite enjoyable？？？

Is that just me😂 I can keep it up for like an hour 笑lol

And、And、And、

When I started thinking about why I like writing up notes so much、the first thing that popped into my mind was

「Because I like writing in ballpoint pen」

That's right！

As soon I thought it I knew it was the reason！！！！

I really love ballpoint pens💕

I love ones with thin and scratchy tips、

And I also love ones with think tips like a fountain pen！

But as for the one that I'm currently the most obsessed withー？

It's 「Muji」's ballpoint penー🖊

Do any of you have one？！

I first bought it when I started middle school because I thought it would look cool in my pencil case、but then it ran out of ink and I stopped using them！

Then I bought another one recently！

Muji's ballpoint pens、are super great👍

The ink is really smooth and glossy！

They're also amazingly affordable！

They make writing up notes fun♪

I Getted 「The Key to writing up notes」✨

It's my recommendation for you

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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T/N News and information has not been translated

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Today I ate fried chocolate🍫

It was crunchy and deliciousー！

I remember when I was younger I wanted to eat fried chocolate but when I tried to fry chocolate in the frying pan it just went all sticky、so I wonder how fried chocolate is actually made…？

Please let me know if any of you know〜！！

I want to try again 💪❤️‍🔥

Well then I'll see you tomorrow！

This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night 🐵🐵🐵

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crazed-reviews · 11 months

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Review: "Coca-Cola Party" Barbie Fashion doll from Mattel (1998)

Earlier this month, I got to go to a local flea market with one of my younger sisters. I'll admit, we got extremely twisted around, and spent 20 minutes trying to find the exit, but it was a very fun trip, and we both got some goodies!

The doll I'm reviewing today is one of the dolls I got: Coca-Cola Party Barbie from 1998. I'm not entirely sure how much she originally retailed for, but I bought her for $12.00 USD.

Here's Barbie, still in her package. The box claims it folds out into a play scene, which didn't work out well for me, as we will see momentarily.

The back of the box reads:

"Barbie®️ is having a party with her friends and plenty of COCA-COLA. You're invited for all the fun!"

Beneath that paragraph is instructions on unfolding the backdrop to play with.

Without further ado, let's get Barbie out, she's been in her box for 25 years!

Here's Barbie with all her accessories. She comes with a (kind of lopsided) stuffed polar bear wearing a red hat, a pretend bottle of Coca-Cola (which was rattling around loose in the box, since the elastic band holding it in place disintegrated... ew, and lastly, a red hairbrush. These 90s Barbie brushes have many more bristles than newer doll brushes, and actually work quite nicely when I can't find my wire wig brush.

Barbie has green eyes, accented by peach and brown eyeshadow, shoulder-length light blonde hair, with thick, blunt bangs, and berry red lipstick with a lightly darker outline. It looks a bit choppy due to the dents the packaging left in it, but it's actually pretty even. Her hair is SO soft, in my opinion.

Her hair covers them most of the time, but Barbie also wears a pair of red stud earrings.

Barbie uses the Mackie face sculpt, which was originally created for the collector dolls designed by Bob Mackie, who disliked the toothy Superstar face sculpt used at the time, but was later used on playline dolls, like this one!

I think she's very pretty!

Barbie wears a mid-thigh length red dress with white sleeves. The bodice has the Coca-Cola logo in white, with a few white bubbles on each side. Beneath it is a multicolored stripe horizontally across the front.

Barbie has 8 points of articulation, with movement at her:

Head

Shoulders

Waist, which twists left and right

Hips

Knees, which are rubber with an internal click mechanism (I always called them "Bend and Snap" legs as a kid)

Barbie also wears scrunched white socks (my mom tells me she wore many a pair as a kid and teen in the 90s, haha), and red tennis shoes with painted white laces, soles, and a white "B" (for Barbie), in a circle on the sides.

Barbie has a red ring on her right hand, which matches her earrings.

Here's the backdrop. Supposedly, you can unfold it into a play scene, but it didn't turn out very nicely for me, so I gave it to my sister.

The shelves and the chair for the polar bear didn't want to stay up, so they look very strange.

Barbie also came with this sheet of punch-out 2-dimensional cardboard pieces, including a bowl of popcorn, a pizza, two magazines, three attached bottles of Coca-Cola, a puzzle with a rollerblading polar bear holding a bottle of Coca-Cola, a playing card box, a phone book with a polar bear on the cover, and a pen with a polar bear on it.

Overall, Barbie is such a pretty doll, and I like how cute yet casual her outfit is! The cardboard accessories fell short for me, but I'm sure younger kids must have had fun with them in 1998.

I definitely feel like Barbie is worth the $12 I paid for her, and would recommend her!

#dolls #fashion dolls #doll review #mattel #barbie #barbie doll #coca-cola party barbie #coca cola

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