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bionicbasil · 1 year
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Mancat Monday at BBHQ Featuring The Epically Fluffy Fudge and His Supurr Floof **DID MEW KNOW THIS?**
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Pop | Wanda Maximoff
Summary: When Wanda struggles with her teenage sons, you step up to help her out
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Homophobia, mild language, mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 4.3K
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A/N: This was a request from @gingerninja-93 and it’s probably the best thing I’ve ever written.  If you haven’t done so PLEASE go check them out on Wattpad because their work is hella dope.  Enjoy!
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Teenagers can be a handful.  Especially when those teenagers are Billy and Tommy Maximoff.  It seemed that their thirteenth birthday was a catalyst for a complete personality shift.  Tommy, always the wild child, completely mellowed.  He found himself engrossed in the world of video games and began sleeping until noon much to his mother's chagrin.  Billy, on the other hand, took a turn for the worse.  The once tender and sweet little boy turned into a holy terror.  Dinner often ended in arguments, slammed doors, and tears of frustration from Wanda.  Not only was she confused about her son's erratic behavior, she also felt like a failure as a mother.
His unruly behavior wasn't confined to home, either.  It seemed that at least once a week Wanda was getting calls home from different teachers with tales of outbursts, failed tests, and neglected homework.  Detention became another weekly occurrence.  Many evenings either you or Wanda had to go pick him up from after school detention.
You tried to reassure Wanda that this was a phase many teenage boys experienced, but even you had your doubts.  You had some rough patches as a boy but nothing like what Billy was experiencing.  As much as you wanted to help him out, you and Wanda had only been dating for a little over a year.  You didn't want to overstep any boundaries seeing as you weren't his father.
The lowest point for Billy was when Wanda called you in tears telling you that Billy had been in a fight at school and needed to get picked up.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Y/N," Wanda sobbed.  "He won't listen to anything I say.  The arguments are bad enough, but fighting?  He wouldn't hurt a fly!"
"Look, why don't I go get him, okay?  You're upset right now and as much as I love you, sweetheart, you being angry isn't going to help," you sighed, rubbing your temple as you leaned on your other elbow.  "Maybe he'll open up if it's just the two of us, I don't know."
"Are you sure?  I don't want you to leave early again if you don't have to."
"It's okay.  I'm practically done anyways."  You shuffled some folders around your desk, seeing which ones you were finished with and which ones you could bring home to finish later.  "Call the school and let them know I'll be picking him up, okay?  I don't want them to freak out when it's not you."
"I love you," she smiled through the phone.
"I love you too.  We'll get him through this, I promise."
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Half an hour and an apologetic note to your boss later, you were standing outside the vice-principal's office at Westview Junior High.  Mr. Stearns was having one final chat with Billy Before you took him home.  You fidgeted in place, drumming your hands against your thighs as a wave of unease washed over you.  You couldn't tell if that was from your worries about Billy or the fact you were standing in the principal's office.
"Mr. L/N?"
You locked eyes with the kindly older gentleman as he opened the door.  Billy slunk past him, refusing to make eye contact with either of you as he dragged his backpack over to the bench on the other side of the hall.  The sight of him broke your heart: his once bright demeanor was replaced with a sullen introspection, the rosy cheeks and bright eyes swapped for sullen sockets and gaunt hollowness.
"Hey Mr. Stearns," you replied, not taking your eyes off the boy hugging his backpack to his chest.
"Can I speak to you for a moment?"
"You hesitated, not wanting to get too involved.  You weren't his father.  All of the discipline in the house fell to Wanda.  "Yeah, sure.  Billy, I'll be out in a minute, bud."  He didn't respond, his glazed eyes staring into nothing.
Mr. Stearns shut the door behind you as you took a seat across from his desk.  You gulped nervously, unable to shake the feeling you were the one in trouble.
"Your wife called to let me know you'd be picking Billy up," he said, removing his reading glasses and rubbing the red indents on the side of his nose.
"We're not married," you blurted as you felt your face grow hot.  "We've been together for almost a year and a half.  But I offered to come pick him up so she could calm down a bit. She's pretty upset about all of this."
Mr. Stearns clasped his hands together and leaned on his elbows as he stared down at you.  He wore a sympathetic expression on his face.  "You know, I've been working with middle schoolers for the better part of forty years now.  So I'm not a stranger to this sort of behavior.  A lot of kids, especially boys, really struggle at this age.  Feelings are new and big and they aren't prepared to deal with all these changes.  But when kids change so suddenly, like Mr. Maximoff here, that generally means something's wrong."
"He hasn't said anything to myself or Wanda," you answered truthfully.  "To be totally honest I try not to get too involved with the boys."
"Because you're not their father?"
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No, I don't think so at this point."
"I just don't want them to get hurt again, you know?  They lost their dad a few years ago and I know that's still a hard topic for everyone.  So, I don't know, I worry that if something happens between Wanda and myself that it'll break their hearts."  You stopped as you felt a lump form in your throat.  "Sorry...I love those boys, I really do.  But I don't want to replace their father."
"No one will ever replace their father, Mr. L/N.  But you're in a position where you can be a good role model for those boys.  I understand your concerns about not wanting to hurt them, but if you spend your time worrying about what may or may not happen you're going to miss out on the chance to really get to know them."
You sat there taking in his words.  Fatherhood wasn't something that was on your radar before you first met Wanda.  But the twins were a part of the deal.  If you wanted to have a strong relationship with her, you had to at least try to have a relationship with them.
"As much as I hate to do this, Billy's recent pattern of behavior gives me no choice but to suspend him for the rest of the week.  I understand he's struggling but I will not tolerate physical violence in my school."  Your heart sank at the prospect of having to tell Wanda about his suspension.  She was already at the end of her rope.  This wouldn't help.
"I understand.  And I'm sorry for all of this in the first place."
Mr. Stearns stood, straightened his tie, and walked over to let you out of his office.  "Look," he sighed.  "If you can figure out what's going on and there's something I can do to help, please just give me a call."
You nodded as you left the office.  Billy hadn't moved from the bench, his eyes still fixated on nothing as they filled with tears.
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The drive home was incredibly uncomfortable.  Billy rested his head against the window and gazed out at the passing landscape.  You gripped the steering wheel with sweaty palms, unsure if you should say something to him.  The soft patter of rain broke the silence as you flipped on the wipers.  Sighing loudly, you cleared your throat.  Billy looked over at you.
"So what happened?" you asked.  Billy shrugged, turning his attention back to the passing fields as he watched the tractors.  "Billy," you sighed.  "I'm not mad at you, okay?  I'm not gonna yell, I'm not gonna ground you, I just want to know what's going on.  Your mom's worried about you...and so am I."
Billy wiped his nose with his sleeve and sniffled as he looked down at the ground.  "He started it," he whispered.
"What?"  In an instant your heart was shattered.  "Who started it?"
"John.  John Kesler.  He wouldn't stop picking on me.  So I told him to quit it and he..." Billy's soft voice turned into sobs as tears rolled down his face.
You immediately pulled off to the side of the road, throwing your hazards on as you put the car in park.  "Hey bud," you said as you reached out to rub his back as he cried into his backpack.  "You're okay, you're okay.  But you've gotta tell me what he did.  If someone's bullying you, then we need to know so we can deal with it."
Billy nodded, his body heaving as he tried to calm himself down.  You kept rubbing his back, the contact helping to ground him as his sobs slowly subsided.  "He called me a faggot and pushed me into the lockers."  Billy sounded broken as he recounted the stories of relentless name-calling and teasing and taunting that had been going on for a few months now.
"So when did this all start?" you asked.  You searched through the glovebox for the travel tissues, handing him the pack as he sniffled.  He mumbled something as he blew his nose, but between the honking of snot and the now pouring rain it was hard to understand him.  "I missed that."
"It started when he found out who I like.  He heard me and Katie talking about it in the library, 'cause we both like the same guy."
The minute he said that everything changed.  Your eyes widened as the realization of what Billy told you smacked you upside the head.  As he saw the look of shock spread over your face, he bowed his head in shame.
"Please don't tell my mom," he whispered.  "She already hates me."
"Billy-"
"Please.  I don't want her to know," he begged, his eyes brimming with tears once again.  "She's gonna freak out, I know it."
"What?  Where'd you get that idea from?  You know your mom will love you regardless of literally anything, right?"  There was no way anything would make Wanda stop loving her boys.  She was a fierce mama bear.  If anything, knowing would make her an even more fierce defender.
Billy shrugged.  "Don't most parents freak out when their kid comes out?"
"They don't have to," you replied, shooting him a knowing glance.  "And to be honest, I don't think it'll even phase her.  But if you don't want me to tell her, I won't.  I'll let you do that, okay?"  Billy nodded, wiping a tear from his face with the back of his hand.  "Good.  Now let's get you home, okay?"
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"Suspended?!  Are you kidding me Y/N?" Wanda threw her hands up in exasperation.
"Look I'm not happy about it either but I think you need to cut him some slack."
"Slack?  He got suspended for fighting!  He's been cutting class, failing tests, and getting detention!  I have to do something!"
"What, ground him?  Send him to therapy, boarding school, one of those wilderness camps where they abuse the hell out of troubled kids?"
"Billy has to learn there are consequences for his actions!  So yes, he's grounded.  And if he keeps it up maybe I will consider boarding school."
You were astounded.  You'd never seen Wanda so angry before.  You could practically smell the smoke billowing from her ears.  It was difficult for you to keep your promise to Billy at that moment.  If Wanda knew the truth she would change her tone almost immediately.
"Wanda, please.  Let me talk to him.  I know I'm not his father but when I was that age there were some things I didn't want to tell my mom.  Maybe there's something going on he's not telling us.  Maybe he doesn't want you to know.  I don't know, I'm grasping at straws here"
"Y/N," she pleaded.
"Half an hour, okay?  Give me half an hour."
She stared at you, weighing her options as you stood in front of her.  You weren't below getting on your knees and begging.  After what Billy confided in you there was no way you'd let her punish him.
"Fine."  Wanda's tone was cold.  "Half an hour.  But that's it."  A sense of relief washed over you.
"Tell him to meet me in the garage, okay?  Please?"  Wanda sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned away and headed to the twins' room.
As soon as she left you raced to the garage all the while trying to remember where you put your boxing gloves.  The bag itself was resting in the back corner covered in a light layer of dust and surrounded by snow shovels.  You pushed those away, wrapping your arms around the heavy bag and lugging it to the hook in the center of the garage.   Grunt escaped your lips as you drove your legs up and lifted it overhead.
"What's that?"  It was Billy.  He was standing behind you, gawking as you lifted the bag over your head.  You grinned, pushing a sweaty strand of hair out of your face.
"This," you said as you slapped the bag with an open palm, "is a heavy bag.  Boxers train with it.  I've had it for a number of years and I think it's time I show you how to train...just as soon as I find those gloves."  You dug around the shelves, pushing aside old paint cans until torn red leather caught your eye in the dim light.  You blew the dust off them as you yanked them toward you.
"So these are gonna be a bit big, but once I wrap your hands they should fit a bit better.  We can always get you your own, too."  You knelt down in front of him, pulling the wraps out of the gloves.  "Alright give me a hand."  He raised his left hand up.  "Now when I was your age, I was an angry kid.  I got bullied, too.  My family didn't have a lot of money growing up, so I was always in oversized hand-me-downs.  I never had a backpack or a lunchbox.  We were on food stamps, my mom was constantly out of work, and my dad liked spending more time at the pool house than at home.  So yeah, growing up the poor kid in a rich neighborhood sucked."  You wrapped his hand meticulously, layering the narrow cloth over his small hands.  He watched intently at the intricate pattern you weaved.  "Next hand."  He switched his hand, flexing his wrapped hand against his side.  "So I got angry.  I punched holes in my wall, got into fights with my mom and siblings.  I started stealing beers when I was twelve.  But one day, after I broke a plate by throwing it at my mom's head, my dad dragged me outside to a tree in the backyard.  He had an old heavy bag hanging from it and a very old pair of gloves underneath.  And he showed me how to box.  He told me that whenever I felt angry I could channel that anger into the bag.  He said, and I've never forgotten this, that if I kept doing that I wouldn't end up like him.  So some days I'd spend hours on that bag and I'd punch it until my hands bled.  And honestly?  It saved my life."  You looked at him as you finished wrapping his wrist.  "Now come on, let's get you hitting this thing."
With a quick primer on how to position his hands and feet and the proper way to throw a punch, you let Billy go to town.  You stood by and watched, offering snippets of advice here and there.  But he was relentless.  There was a fire burning in his eyes as he focused on punching the bag as hard as he could.  After a series of particularly brutal punches and jabs Billy stepped away from the bag.  His small body heaved as he panted, sweat beading on his forehead.  You knelt down in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulders as you looked him in the eye.
"I know I'm not your father, and I want you to know that I will never, ever try to replace him.  You know you can always talk to me about anything if you don't feel comfortable going to your mom, okay?  But Billy, you being gay doesn't change the fact that I love you, and being gay doesn't mean you have to put up with being bullied.  I am on your side here, bud.  John's gonna have to go through me now."  Billy gave a little chuckle as you rubbed his shoulder with your thumb.  "And when you're ready I know your mom will be there, too."
Billy's eyes filled with tears as he lunged forward and wrapped you in the biggest bear hug you could possibly imagine.  You held him close, eternally grateful that you had finally made a breakthrough.  "So does this mean we might be able to stop with the detentions and fighting if we get this bullying under control?"  You felt him nod against you.  "Good," you smiled.
"Can I call you dad?"  The question took you by surprise.  You hadn't expected that at all.  Panic momentarily overtook you as you struggled to find an answer.
"Well I'm not sure about dad, but how about pop?  We should probably check with your mom first, but I'm okay with it if she is."  Billy grinned as he gave you another hug.  "Now if you keep up with boxing you'll get in great shape.  That'll definitely help you catch the eye of a respectable young man."  He giggled as you ruffled his hair.
As you looked up, you saw Wanda standing in the doorway, one hand over her mouth and the other over her heart, tears streaming down her face as she saw the two of you.  You smiled back at her before you looked back at the teenager who just adopted you.  "Why don't I get your mom in here so you can talk, okay?  You don't have to tell her anything you don't want to, but she needs to know that you're being bullied.  We can call Mr. Stearns and let him know, too."
"No, I think I want to tell her everything."  He stood a little taller as he told you that.  "But can it just be me and her?"
"Absolutely."  You groaned as you pushed yourself off the concrete floor.
"Thanks, pop," you heard from behind you.  Your heart instantly swelled with pride as you heard yourself addressed by your new title for the first time.
"Everything okay?" Wanda asked as she opened the door for you.  You immediately grabbed her waist and pulled her in, kissing her fiercely as she instinctively wrapped her arms around your neck.  "What was that for?" she laughed as you broke the kiss.
"I think I've been adopted by at least one of your sons," you replied.  Wanda cocked an eyebrow, thoroughly confused.  "He wants to talk to you.  But you need to let him talk first, okay?  Listen to what he has to say.  He really needs you right now."  Wanda smiled, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before  she walked into the garage where Billy sat unwrapping his hands.
You didn't want to eavesdrop on the most important conversation Billy was ever going to have with Wanda, so you decided to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.  But your curiosity got the better of you.  So after you placed the glass in the dishwasher, you crept back to the garage door.  As you peered around the corner, you saw Wanda and Billy, both sobbing, hugging each other as tight as they could.  You smiled, knowing that things would soon start turning around for all of you.
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"BILLY!  Teddy's here!" Wanda called from downstairs.
"Be right down!" you hollered back.  Billy was in your room standing in front of the mirror as you taught him how to tie his bowtie.  "Got it bud?" you asked, watching as his face furrowed in concentration while his hands fumbled the knot for the umpteenth time.
"Shit," he mumbled.
"Language!" you snapped.
"Sorry, pop," he sheepishly apologized.
"Want me to do it?" you sighed.  Billy nodded, the tie draped undone around his neck.  You walked over to him, squatting to eye level and skillfully turning the floppy ends into a perfectly sized bow.  "Are you excited for the dance?"
"Yeah."
"Nervous?"
"A little," he chuckled.
"That's okay.  I was terrified before my first homecoming, too.  Just don't step on Teddy's feet while you're dancing and you'll be fine."
"I'll try not to," Billy laughed.
Not only was it Billy's first homecoming dance, it was his first ever high school formal and the first dance he was attending with his boyfriend, Teddy Altman.  The two met at the youth boxing class at the Westview Boys and Girls Club.  After a couple of months, a conversation about not running up the phone bill, and a very awkward conversation about dating safety and safe sex (which Wanda insisted you have with both boys), Billy nervously went out on his first date with Teddy.  You weren't sure who was more nervous: Billy or Wanda.  Your fiancé spent the entire afternoon pacing around and rearranging the furniture as she eagerly awaited their return.  Much to everyone's relief the date went well, as evidenced by the beaming grins on both the boys' faces.  They'd been practically inseparable ever since.
The combination of finally coming out, getting the school involved in stopping the bullying, and having a new boyfriend precipitated a drastic change in Billy.  He returned to his previous happy self, brought his grades back up, and stopped picking fights at home and school.  As you predicted, Wanda was Billy's fiercest ally.  The rainbow flag proudly flew outside the house every day of the year now.  Tommy hadn't really cared.  Billy was still his twin and he was going to tease him either way, but he would fight anyone who dared to say anything about his brother to him.
"Looking good, kiddo!"  You patted his chest as you finished tying his powder blue bowtie.  "We should probably go downstairs.  Mom will want pictures."  Billy groaned.  "It's a mom thing, just make her happy."
You watched as Billy jogged out of the room and down the stairs.  His dress shoes echoed against the hardwood floor.  A sense of pride surged in you as you watched your stepson grow into a man right before your eyes.  The last year had been one of the hardest ones you'd experienced, but all of the struggle and strife was worth it.  The insurmountable joy of helping to raise the twins made you even more grateful for Wanda every day and was a driving factor in your decision to propose to her.
As you descended into the living room you saw Wanda snapping pictures of Billy and Teddy with her phone.  The toothy grins and beaming eyes on both their faces told the entire story.  It was a story of love and acceptance and excitement and youth.
"Just a few more!" Wanda said as she grabbed her polaroid camera to snap some instant photos of the boys.  You chuckled as Billy rolled her eyes at Wanda, who shot him a look that told him to relax.
"Alright boys, time to head out," you said as you checked your watch.  "Tommy: last chance to go to the dance if you want."
"Nah, I'm good," he replied.  Tommy was flopped on the couch engrossed in his online video game battle with some of his friends.  He wasn't one for school events.
"Okay, but can you run the dishwasher before your mother and I get back please?"
"Yeah, sure thing, pop."  He remained glued to the screen.
"Alright let's go!" Wanda grabbed her purse and keys as she headed to the garage.
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It was only a short drive to the high school from the house you and Wanda now shared.  The atmosphere in the minivan was one of excitement as you and Wanda shared your high school dance mishaps with the boys.
"Okay so we'll see you at 11.  It'll be one of us, I'm just not sure which one," Wanda told the boys as they pulled up to the main entrance.
"Okay mom!" Billy droned as he got out of the van.
"Text us if there's any problems or you want us to come get you early."
"Okay..."
"And remember to go find Mr. Stearns if anyone gives you trouble!"
"MOM!  Bye!"  Billy slammed the door.
"Thanks Mrs. Maximoff!" Teddy waved through the window before Billy dragged him away from the car.  They shoved each other playfully as they half-walked, half-jogged towards the school before Teddy grabbed Billy's hand, their fingers interlocking.  Wanda grabbed your hand as you watched them disappear through the double doors.  You smiled, grateful that everything was finally okay.
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aloneodi · 1 year
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Vision, trying to flirt with Wanda: If this was a fairytale, you'd be the princess.
Y/n: Well, that must make me the fairy godmother because you can bippity boppitty back the fuck away from my girlfriend.
Wanda: *proud girlfriend moment*
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For my baby @gingerninja-93 <3
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awesomeredhds · 5 months
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🔥👩‍🦰 📸 credit: @sweetlikestrawberrywinee #gingerlover #hotredheads #redheadsmagazine #ginge#redheadlife #redheadbeach #happygirl #redheadgirl#redheadbeauty #redheadsdoitbetter #ginger #girlpower#redheadboy #gingerhair #redheadsrock #redhair#redheadoftheday #gingerlifestyle #freckles#redheadsofinstagram #redheaded #iloveredheads#redheadlove #gingerninja
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lifespectator · 1 year
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Let Me Be
Martha X GN Reader
Summary: A Martha Marcy May Marlene Christmas special ;)
A/N: I dedicate this one to @gingerninja-93 @aloneodi @therealdisneyfan2319 @kram6496 @marvel-posts @jgmg10 @jacelion @imaginationeuphoria and everybody who read my fics. All of you are awesome!
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Christmas
The holiday when family unites, have a great time and the most fun, get presents! But most importantly, the family members have a memorable time that can be described as warming.
Every house on this day only radiates happiness. Christmas is a happy holiday, after all. But when people have gone through so much, their fears tend to get the best of them.
This is what is happening today at Martha's and Y/N's households.
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Y/N opened their eyes after a long sleep, eyes darting straight to the ceiling of their shared cozy bedroom. They stretched their arms to their left only to feel that side of the bed empty.
The only thing they felt was the humid-like feeling of the bed sheet. They sighed. They quickly connected the dots to what happened.
They got up from the bed, went to the closet, picked up a towel, and headed to the bathroom.
Once inside the bathroom, Y/N's theory was confirmed: Martha had awakened before them.
They proceeded to brush their teeth and take a shower. The warm water falling from the showerhead and eventually soaking their body relaxed them.
Y/N stepped out of the bathroom as they dried themselves with a towel. They picked a navy blue long-sleeve t-shirt and blue jeans, which they completed with brown ankle boots.
Before they made their way out of the bedroom, they opened one of the drawers, moved some stuff out of the way, and pulled out a red velvet box.
Next to the box was a small note that read:
Don't worry much; she'll say yes. Beware my speech for you tonight.
- Lucy
Y/N smiled at the last sentence. It was heartwarming to see how Lucy cared for her sister. They crumbled the paper as they focused on the red velvet box.
They opened the box containing an engagement ring surrounded by emerald-cut diamonds. They saved up to buy it and asked Lucy to help them pick the best ring.
Lucy was the only person who knew that Y/N planned to propose to Martha on Christmas Eve. They had managed to keep it a secret from Martha, or at least they hoped.
They didn't like keeping secrets from Martha, but they made an exception in this case.
They closed the box, slid it into their pocket, and made their way out of the bedroom and into the living room.
As they entered the living room, they noticed the brown-haired woman whose hair barely touched her shoulders. She wore some gray pants, but her red cardigan stood out the most.
They smiled at the view of the woman they truly loved. They went to comfort her. They knew damn well how she was feeling.
Y/N approached Martha, sitting on the carpeted floor in front of the Christmas tree the couple had decorated together a week ago.
They sat to her right on the carpeted floor. Martha held a small ornament of 'Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer'. She was observing as her thumb slowly caressed it.
"Nightmares again?" Y/N questioned in a soft tone.
Martha didn't respond. She kept her eyes on the ornament she was holding.
Y/N sighed. Martha would close off whenever she had nightmares, which happened very often. It would take some time before she would open up. They couldn't blame her for it because they would also try their best to avoid talking about the nightmares they get from time to time.
"It's ok, baby if you don't want to speak now." Y/N continued, "I understand how you feel."
Despite looking like she wasn't listening to Y/N, Martha was very attentive to their words. Their words sounded simple, but they meant a lot to her.
"They're the same nightmares," Martha said unemotionally.
"It's ok, Marty." Marty was the term of endearment Y/N called Martha. "You must remember that those nightmares are caused by stress and anxiety. They're fake." Y/N placed their hand on Martha's back to comfort her.
Martha's eyes darted straight to Y/N's.
"I know, and I'm sorry. It's just that they get the best of me most of the time." Martha murmured.
"You have nothing to apologize for." Y/N started stroking her back. "Just don't let those nightmares ruin your day. It's Christmas, after all."
Martha smiled and rested her head on Y/N's shoulder as they stroked her silky hair. She was glad to have them by her side. They were the only ones who understood what she had been through and how she felt about it.
Y/N rested their head on hers. "How about we go to the mall to buy something nice for your niece." They suggested.
She removed her head from their shoulder and gave them a weird look. Martha had started to go to places accompanied by Y/N slowly but was still wary of going out. She was afraid of encountering her past. Martha wasn't scared of what they would do to her; she was afraid they would try to harm Y/N.
"It will be ok, Marty. We'll stick together the whole time." Y/N reassured. "Go get ready while I wait here." They beamed a smile.
Martha put the ornament down and got up from the carpeted floor. It was evident that her mood had improved. She stopped and looked back as she made her way to the bedroom.
"Y/N," She called their name as they hummed in question.
"Don't abandon me," Martha said as she locked eyes with Y/N.
"Never."
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Y/N was surprised to see that Martha had enjoyed herself in the mall. They both visited many stores and even shared an ice cream. Martha ended up buying a black dress and a doll for her niece. Y/N helped her wrap it when they got back home.
One thing that stuck with Y/N was how Martha had played 'hide n seek'. She ran inside a toy store and waited for Y/N to find her. It was a sign of improvement.
Y/N was finishing dressing up as they looked at themselves one last time in the mirror. They had never been to those upper-class social parties. So this was a whole new experience for them.
After spraying perfume, they walked out of the room expecting to see Martha excited. It was the contrary.
Martha was sitting on the edge of the couch. Emotionless. Similar to how she was this morning. She was wearing the black dress she had gotten at the mall. Next to her is a makeup bag. It was rare when she used any cosmetics.
Y/N walked to the couch and sat next to her.
"You need help with the makeup?" Y/N asked, trying to distract her from whatever was on her mind.
"Last time I was at one of these, it didn't end too well." Unlike the morning, she had spoken her mind this time.
"Marty, we don't have to go if you don't want to." Y/N turned their body to face her. "You being happy is the best present I could have for Christmas."
Martha looked at them, her eyes getting watery. "I don't deserve you; you deserve better." She said in a trembling voice as some tears rolled down her cheek.
Y/N couldn't hold it anymore. They knew they were supposed to do it over at Lucy's house. But this was when they wanted to tell her how much she meant to them.
They got on their knees in front of her and grabbed both her hands.
"Martha, ever since I met you. I immediately knew you were special in many ways. One of those is that you're a strong woman who deserves everything good life can give her." They brushed away tears falling from her face. "I know that you were taken advantage of by people who claimed to care for you. They made you believe that many things are fake, and it's time we leave them in the past."
Y/N reached for their pocket and brought out the red velvet box. Martha was left in awe expression when she saw it was a ring.
"I want you to let me be the person who will take away your fears because I will be here to protect you. The person who will teach you that you deserve this and much more. But most importantly, let me be the person who will always love you no matter what." Y/N grabbed Martha's left hand and gently slid the ring onto her finger. "Let me be your partner in this life."
Martha's face was now covered in tears. This time the tears were of happiness.
"This all I ever wanted with you," Martha said in a low sweet voice.
Y/N rose a little and connected their lips with Martha's. They were feeling each other's lips. Enjoying the moment This was all they both had ever wanted. To have someone that would love them till the end of their days.
As they broke the kiss, Y/N stood from the floor and sat next to Martha on the couch. Pulling her close to them in the process.
"Can we stay?" Martha asked as she relaxed onto Y/N. "I want to savor this moment."
"Of course, Marty. Your happiness is also my happiness."
Y/N and Martha still had many obstacles to overcome, but it did not matter now. They had just written a new chapter to their story on Christmas Eve.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! I, LifeSpectator, wish you all some Happy Holidays :)
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Autumn Variations 🍂 by Ed Sheeran Review PT 3. @Ed Sheeran #AutumnVariation #newalbum #EdSheeran #Gingerninja #foryoupage #foryou #fypシ
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Here is my oldest daughter as a fox (her request)  Being in a country where foxes are not a common animal I’m glad to see she loves all the creatures. 
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Y’all I just wrote the BEST fic I’ve ever written today. Gonna type it up later and it’ll probs be posted tomorrow.
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Gideon is always trying to steal my hair tie. I just want to enjoy my coffee. ☕🤦‍♀️ #gideon #gingerninja #ginger #tabby #tabbycat #tiger #thief #luckyhescute #fosterlife #supportrescue #adoptdontshop #bff #bestfriendsfelines #rescuelife https://www.instagram.com/p/BnE9l_MAofD/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=16jz8w5noik0m
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