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autumn-hiraeth · 9 months
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Just Say it Out Loud!
Hobie brown x reader
Headcanons. Angst. 1st part. 2nd part.
a/n: i loved all your comments <3. You can find more here “ Hobie's masterlist” ꨄ
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Hobie hasn't stopped thinking about you and his daughter, ever since you met again he can't stop feeling guilty for everything he lost and everything you've been through. He never thought that he would be the type of man who abandons his children or his pregnant girlfriend and that thought is burning deep indise himself. Hobie can't help but look at the families and imagine that this could be him with his girls, it's obvious his heart hasn't stopped beating for you;Hobie brown still loving you and he's ready to say it out loud.
And that's why Hobie is right outside your door, knocking while holding a teddy bear in his hand. Hobie has been prepared for this moment, to see you again and is ready to apologize and tell you how much he loves you ; he wants a chance to love you and raise his daughter with you. But as soon as you open the door and see him, you burst his bubble of fantasies.
"You have to go Hobart" Gwen told him that he should be prepared for this, but hearing you speak so coldly breaks his heart. "Y/n...Luv...Listen to me...I.." you let down his defenses, Hobie is never intimidated but he has found that you make him nervous. "No, I don't want to listen to you and I definitely don't want you near my daughter" you mutter before slamming the door in his face, but you forget his stupid super strength.
"She's my daughter too" he murmurs preventing you from closing the door.
“ know I screwed up, I shouldn't have left ya that night, but I wanted to protect ya and I'm sorry if I left but I thought it was for the best even though it never felt right…I was wrong Y/N” “I don't care about Hobart, you made your choice deal with the consequences, she doesn't need you! ”
“She needs a father!” their screams manage to wake Rhea up, making her cry as she sobs for you, you sigh in frustration and Hobie calms down, watching you leave him in the hall to go calm down your daughter.
Hobie can hear you cooing to her and he can't help but smile at your loving voice. Feeling brave, he come in your flat.
On the wall there are a lot of photos, there are a lot of Rhea and in each one of them she is happy; Rhea is a happy kid. Hobie has no doubt that you have been a good mother and he also wants to be a good father to his daughter.
He's holding a picture of you holding newborn Rhea and he can't help but sob. He doesn't blame you because you didn't look for him, 'cause he knows that he was the one that got away, but he would have liked to know that you were carrying his kid.
“You have to go, Hobart” you watch him hold your first photo with Rhea and you almost feel pity because he will never know what it's like to hold his daughter. Hobie looks at you and then looks at the photo "you know she needs a father Y/n" "Hobart, she would only be in danger with you, I know it and so you do" "I know I can protect her, both of you" he murmurs but your betrayed heart doesn't believe him. "She just needs her mom"
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“Rhea, sweetie. C'mere with mom ”you call your little daughter. "Mommy!" Your daughter finally comes to you, but she is not alone, in her little hands there's a teddy bear, who is wearing a jacket like Hobie's. You can't help your heart melts. Maybe... Rhea has the right to know him.
But not today.
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mymyapplesigh · 1 month
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Hihi! Request for clarisse :]
Clarisse x Fem Child of Zeus!Reader who has afro hair that is shaped and feels like a cloud, also can summon clouds to sit on or shock people with/poor water from.
Reader often hides things in her hair. Like one moment she has a pen in her hand next thing you know she put it in the void that is her hair lmao.
Often pulls out snacks from the void as well.
Maybe Clarisses curiosity finally gets the better of her and she just sits reader down and just sticks her hand in her hair just pulling things that are scientifically impossible to hide out of her hair lmao
MY FIRST REQUESTTTTTT !!!! 🙈🙈🙈
Clarisse La Rue x Fem black! Reader
Warnings: fluff ! (literally)
Being the daughter of Zeus your head is always in the clouds, literally. Seeing as though you have an afro that acts like a cloud people always want to touch it or pet you. It was annoying but youve learned to get used to it because its been happening your whole life.
The best part about your hair though was the fact you could make things disappear into it. You annoyed your mom all the time. She even made a game more or less called; “y/n where the hell did you put my ——-“.
When you first got to camp you could basically tell the kids here were going to be no different than the ones back home. Always. Needing. To. Touch. Your. Hair. You could see it in their eyes.
However, with camp came Clarisse.
You could pratically feel her eyes on you all the time at camp. So on a bright clear day in the training spot you went up to her.
With her slashing the dummy sensless, she noticed you.
“Hey cloud, finally wanted to talk to me.” She snarked as you kept walking towards her.
“Clarisse, I can feel your eyes constantly watching me, dont be smart ass.” You snarked back as she dug her speer into the ground.
As she finally went silent, not being her usual mean self she scoffed. From that day forth she started to soften around you.
Her tense stance she always had relaxed when you greeted her in the mornings with a gentle touch on her arm. Her mean blank eyes now filled with tenderness and love when she met your e/c eyes.
Its been 3 years since then and you were finally hers. She loved you, you could tell. She was not very good with words, but what she lacked in verbal communication she made up with physical. Whether that be kissing you or brutally beating up someone, she showed you.
The one thing she hasnt done yet, was touch your hair. Youve touched hers countless times however, never really touching a hair type quite like hers.
In the Ares cabin, you sat on Clarisse’s lap as her roughed calloused hands went over your bare stomach. Her hands under your shirt were warm and you felt peaceful.
You then felt those warm hands pull out from under your shirt and into your hair. Your relaxed figure now alert of your lovers hands in your cloudy hair. She then started to go deeper into your hair.
She then pulled out a piece of paper. A paper she made you. A love letter she made you before you guys even dated.
“You kept this?” She asked you. “In your hair.” She said smiling.
“I keep a lot of things in my hair.”
“And you never told me ?!”
“Shut up before I put you in my hair too.”
“Anything for you ma.”
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everythingne · 4 months
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wing damage - mv1
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Eldest of the Halliwell-Horner pack, Y/n “Nadine” Horner gets her heart broken by the man she’s supposed to wed in six months. Four years of love slipping down the drain faster than she can try and grasp at the remaining water droplets. But... not all hope is lost as far as the f1 community is concerned and they might be right, since Max seems to be trying to get a little closer to his Team Principals daughter.
max verstappen x influencer!horner!reader
warnings & notes: cheating, mentions of alcohol, small age gap (24-27), strong language, probably inaccurate f1 information, using a name as a placeholder for y/n bc i’m not typing that every time, dates are off by two days in the beginning. deal, might have gotten christian's lore wrong but idk man he's just a white guy
fc: sophia la corte (and various ginger women on pinterest.)
04 MARCH 2024 — TWITTER. ↴
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“Do you want me to confront him?” Max asks, sitting down next to me in the paddock. His hand comes to squeeze my knee, my father rubbing my back as he deletes every photo—every memory of Jacob Taylor from my phone. Four years down the drain. My friends back home at my apartment are currently bagging up his stuff. Both Mona and Ally will move in with me, just like college again, once his stuff is empty. My bare apartment will soon be filled with our old nick nacks but i can hardly be happy about it.
Cheated.
The man who spent 50k on an emerald cut four karat ring with a real gold band, cheated? The man who cried when his mom told him she loved me, cheated? The man who cancelled an entire film set because it conflicted with my schedule, cheated? The man who won over the hearts of not only Geri Horner, but Christian Horner? He was the one who cheated?
Jacob was (strong emphasis on the was) the highest standard I ever held. Now, I didn’t even know what standards to have anymore. Anyone could be a cheater. I never stood a chance.
“It’s fine, Max.” I say softly, wiping at my face again to try and make it look less like I’ve been sobbing since I found out as soon as the plane touched down two days ago. The paddock is buzzing, qualifiers getting ready to start for the first GP. The warm Bahraini sun beats down on the track and I can see the heat wiggling above it. Even in March it’s as hot as summer over here, and part of me misses the gloomy, smoggy streets of London right now.
“It’s not fine!” Max groans at me, throwing his head back in exclamation. I know he’s sick and tired of hearing me say it for the thousandth time, but if I say it’s not fine, I’ll break down. And we can’t have that.
“Max,” Pierre’s voice calls before Max can go on another tirade about killing Jacob. Max turns and I can see the hesitance in him to leave my side. He’s been like this since I met him the first day he raced with Red Bull years back—instantly the two of us clicked. When the days got hard, or his dad got on his back a bit too much, I would appear by his side and with a tiny smile somehow I'd fix everything. After I became his sort of 'chauffeur' when one of our drivers got sick in Abu Dhabi his first year, and we got stuck in an hour of traffic with nothing to do but talk, we became basically glued to each others sides.
I think having my unwavering support made a lot of the transition into Red Bull easier for him. And in moments like these, where he's watching me with a keen eye, I don’t know how I lived so long without his calm presence at my side. I was only a five years old when my dad joined Redbull, it’s been my entire life, and every racer who has passed through our team has never stuck to my side like Max Verstappen has.
“Go.” I nudge his knee when I see his hand twitch and hover by his helmet, eyes darting to me and then Pierre who waits in the doorway, so I supply, “I’ll be here when you get back.”
Max nods, giving me a departing hug before he gets up and starts tugging his racing suit on. Immediately my father replaces him, turning my head to card his hands through my hair.
“Oh, honey.” My father murmurs, squeezing my arms as he lets me lean into him, “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, Papa.” I sigh, leaning into him and letting his wrap his arms tight around me.
“No, I trusted that boy. That’s what I did wrong.” He says back, before handing me back my phone. We sit like that for a long time, people passing us without asking. Everyone knew. I had found out the same way they all did—on social media. Jacob didn’t even have the balls to tell me himself. Fucking coward.
Eventually someone calls my father away, the racing must now in full swing. So I force myself to sulk off to a hidden corner where I can munch on chocolates and watch Max from a little tv. Not as good as my usual perch next to my dad, but I don’t need the public seeing me the day I find out my fiancé of several years had been cheating almost the whole time. With his co-star. Fucking hell.
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10 MARCH 2023 — LONDON, ENGLAND.
I knew returning home to my apartment was going to be hard. I had spent a few days with my dad, Geri, Olivia, Bluebell, and Monty. My father's third marriage had brought me Bluebell and Monty, Olivia's mother my first step mother and my father's second wife.
My mother? I didn't speak to her for good reason.
But being in my father and Geri's home had been refreshing enough to start and heal my heart. I also learned that Geri was really fucking good at healing, it involved a lot of wine and a lot of cursing.
My apartment had been a home full of happy memories of moving in with Jacob, and our time living together everyday I wasn’t at GPs and he wasn’t on set. Memories of our families and friends together with us, and now it would be just me. So empty. Alone. White walls with no decorations anymore. Just staring at me, closing in slowly.
God, I’d rather kill myself than deal with the solid ache in my heart that hasn’t left in almost a week.
Opening the door I sucked in a breath of pure agony. My father’s warm hand around my shoulder a soft reminder that even if I felt abandoned, I wasn’t alone. Not by a long shot. And as the door clicks open, my hand finds the lights instinctually, and my eyes widen to dinner plates.
“Welcome home!” a chorus cheers and I laugh, all my of old friends circled around the end of the foyers hallway, wine glasses and soju bottles in hand. I can’t even speak as tears fill my eyes and the girls run to me, waving my father off. He kisses my hairline, tells me he'll text me when he gets home, and shuts the door as my friends cart me into the kitchen and wipe my tears and fix up my messy hair with giggles.
“Tonight!” One of my friends—eventually I source the drunken giggles to Ally, “we will make you so hot and sexy, he will regret it.”
“And if he comes crawling back!” It’s Mona now.
“We will rip his dick off!” Marija shouts and the girls raise shots to me.
“Guys—what is all of this?” I can’t help but laugh, and then the three look at each other and smile.
“So… you’ve heard of a revenge dress, right?” Ally says slowly, and it all clicks.
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writerslittlelibrary · 6 months
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Ok so blackhill x daughter reader
So Natasha and Maria have been stressed lately and on a mission we keep calling them lil mama and mom (I don’t know which nicknames you want) and some agents (avengers don’t because they are used to) snicker about that. (Don’t get me wrong they love when we call them that no matter the situation and will beat up anybody who laughs at that but now due to the stress they can’t) so they kind of snap at us telling us that we have to adress them with respect.
Now the angst 😈 then some days after that mission we get kidnapped and HYDRA got a device that made us see that our mothers were torturing us. So we got tortured irl but saw that Natasha and Maria did it.
Then when they finally get to where we are (some time has to pass) we start to back up frightened and start saying things like “please miss romanoff please don’t hurt me more miss romanoff” (yk like begging but calling them that) and Natasha is startled and says “what did you call me?” So we get even more frightened and kind of scream “I’m sorry black widow I’m sorry please no more please” also when we are in the compound every time we see them we get duper frightened. And they have to make a lot of effort and rehabilitation to get us back to our past shelf.
I don’t know if this makes sense at all. I’m sorry if it doesn’t
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We are your mothers
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part 2
pairing: Blackhill x daughter reader
warnings: yelling, Natasha and Maria being stupid for a second, torture
genre: angst
words: 1370
a/n: I finally finished a fic, yay😎 hope you like it :)
You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 
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Going on a mission with your moms seemed exciting at first. You and Natasha had spoken about it a lot, and while she was unsure of you joining them, she was proud of you.
Two days in and excitement had died down, now walking on eggshells every time you talked with your moms. They were stressed. Very stressed. The past couple of days hadn’t been easy on them and they carried a lot of responsibility and had a lot on their plate. You tried to help them, but Maria had just ended up telling you to go somewhere else.
You knew it had nothing to do with you, but it still hurt.
To make the whole situation worse, people had been laughing behind your back, and sometimes right in your face due to the fact you called your moms by their names, mom and mama. The other agents made fun of it and you found it annoying but mainly ignored it. You knew they were just some stupid agents, you just wished they’d shut up. 
Today wasn’t any different. All of you were working on finding information, hacking into computers and trying to find out where Hydra was going to hit next. 
“Hey mama, I think I found something,” you said, typing something in the laptop while you tried to secure a location. You heard an agent snicker, and you knew Natasha had heard it too, but she seemed to ignore it. She walked over to you, leaning down to look at the laptop. 
“This proves nothing, y/n. Please take this seriously,” she said, walking back to your mom. You sighed in annoyance, and leaned back into your chair. 
“I am taking this seriously mama. Why wouldn’t I? I know it’s serious, but I really thought I had something-” “Well you didn’t, and you need to start being more respectful. We are not at home. Address us properly,” Natasha interrupted, typing something into her own computer. 
You looked at your mom pleadingly, but Maria just shook her head and went on with her own work. “You could’ve just told me that. No need to yell!” you replied back to Natasha, who looked at you really pissed. “Go take yourself for a walk, and don’t even dare coming back until you’ve remembered your manners!” Natasha replied angrily, and you could hear some agents snickering. 
You stood up aggressively, pushing your chair back and storming out of the room, ignoring your moms scolding you heard. 
You walked outside for a while, the cool autumn air helping to calm your nerves. You felt odd, though, but you couldn’t really explain it. You kept looking behind you, feeling as though someone was following you. When the feeling got worse, you reached for your phone, dialing your mom who, stupidly, ignored your call. You cursed yourself quietly, calling your mama, who, surprisingly, picked up. 
“What?” you heard your mama say, hearing the annoyance in her voice. “I think I’m being followed…” you replied softly, checking behind you again. 
“Where are you?” you heard Natasha ask, her voice suddenly sounding concerned and panicked. “I’m at-” “Hello? y/n?! Answer me!” Natasha yelled through the phone, but you were knocked out cold. 
Natasha immediately grabbed Maria’s attention, explaining what happened. The entire mission was thrown around, now solely focussed on finding you.
Meanwhile, you were being dragged into a van, which drove you to a Hydra base. You were still knocked out when they placed you into a dark room, strapping you down to a chair and quickly injecting you with a serum.
Once you woke up, the room was dark, and your mind felt foggy. You couldn’t remember what happened, but when you went to reach for your head you found out your arms and legs were tied. You panicked, frantically trying to get yourself loose but to no avail. Once you stopped struggling, the door opened, and two figures walked in.
You blinked a few times, not trusting your mind, before you realized it was your moms standing in front of you. “Mama! Mom! Please help me!” you pleaded with them, tugging on the restraints.
They didn’t move from their spot, instead who you thought was Maria lifted her arm, a strike hitting you in the face. “Address us properly,” she demanded, waiting for your answer. Your head swept to the side and tears stung in your eyes. “What?...” you questioned quietly, barely above a whisper. Another strike hit your cheek, this time Maria grabbed your hair, yanking your head back.
“Address us properly,” she demanded again, Natasha now stepping closer too.
You shook your head to the best of your abilities, tears running down your cheeks. “Mom please, don’t get it…” you cried, another slap landing on your cheek. 
It had been days, and you were beaten and bruised and barely alive. Every few hours, a guy would come to inject you with a blue serum. It didn’t hurt, but it made your brain feel foggy and made you see things that weren’t really there. 
Your moms had been coming into the room constantly, torturing you and laughing at you, making fun of you. 
You were terrified, but completely obedient to whatever they told you. You had been moved into another room a few days ago, this one with a bed, or rather a mattress, a very thin mattress, on the floor. Your ankle was attached to a chain, which was attached to the wall.
You were shaking and starving, your wounds hurting more than anything you’d ever experienced. 
Little did you know your real moms had been doing anything in their power to try and find you. They had gone over every possible Hydra base, skipping sleep and going through every possible file and document to try and locate you, and tonight, they did.
It was late when your cell door opened, and your moms once again walked in. “y/n,” you heard a relieved sigh, but you didn’t dare look at them. 
You kept your eyes on the ground, sitting up straight and keeping quiet, just like you’d been taught. Natasha ran up to you, laying her hand on your shoulder to try and assess the damage, but you flinched away from her touch, trying to make yourself as small as possible.
“Please…” you cried out. “No more… please miss Romanoff no more…” 
Natasha hesitated in her movement, making eye contact with Maria, who was slowly approaching. “What did you just call me?” Natasha asked surprised, and she, nor Maria didn’t miss the way that sentence made you flinch and made yourself even smaller. 
“I’m sorry Black Widow. I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” you cried out, tears violently streaming down your face. 
Maria tried to approach you as well, but you flinched away from her as well.
Natasha had tears running down her cheeks, seeing you so afraid of her, too terrified to even look at her. Meanwhile, Maria called for back-up. Soon after, Yelena entered the room, followed by Clint. Natasha was sitting against a wall, her head leaning on it as she cried soundlessly, Maria sitting next to her, tears in her eyes as well.
You were sitting across for them, still covering your face with your arms and you tried to shield yourself.
Yelena slowly approached you, her hands raised as she crouched down next to you. “Baby spider…?” she asked carefully, taking note of your form relaxing slightly as you heard her voice. “Baby spider it’s me. It’s auntie Yelena. Can I help you with your wounds please?”
Seeing as though you made no move to get away from her, she came closer, hugging you tight as she checked your wounds. You finally broke down, feeling safe in the familiar arms of the russian.
Clint helped Natasha and Maria, getting them up and then breaking the chain you were attached to. Yelena lifted you up, taking you to the Quinjet, while your moms were left in that room. They saw your terrible state as Yelena carried you away, and silently cried, knowing this happened only because they got mad over you calling them mom, knowing you’d probably ever call them that again. 
a/n: I might rewrite this ending or make a part two cause, yikes.
part 2
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swiftispunk · 11 months
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in her defense | joel miller x f!reader
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REQUESTED <3
pairing: joel miller x fem!afab!reader + platonic/daughter!ellie williams x afab!fem!reader
word count: 2.2k
summary: post-tlou part one.
an unexpected attack. a protective instinct. a heartfelt exchange. (aka when a stranger tries it with ellie, reader steps in and joel is a guilt-ridden sadboy about it.)
rating: T 
warnings: angst, canon type violence, blood, swearing, use of a misogynistic slur, established relationship (messy timeline, use ur imagination), fluff in the end. NO USE OF Y/N but ellie refers to the reader as “mom”
A/N: requested in beautiful detail anonymously. seriously, anon, you did all the work in establishing these story beats, all i did was fill in the blanks. enjoy <3
You don’t recognize the guy. 
Which is saying something, considering you’ve been happily settled in Jackson with Joel and Ellie for a few months now, building a peaceful life together with your perfect little found family.
Rarely did life here come with danger, save for the risks that came with a routine patrol or the chance encounter with a stray infected beyond the town walls (an experience you’d only heard about through Tommy, but never personally faced). 
Sure, newcomers always brought with them a sense of unease, but they were uncommon and vetted meticulously. On top of all that, you have Joel Miller in your corner; strong, reliable, protective Joel, who would give his life to keep you and Ellie safe - a truth he’s confessed to both of you on more than one occasion.
Fear, in Jackson, simply didn’t exist for you.
But it’s your bond with Ellie that’s made life here truly worth living. She’d latched on to you immediately, dragging you by force into her and Joel’s lives, even when he’d been a bit reluctant at first. Now you can’t imagine your life without them and - as they’ve both expressed to you dozens of times now - the feeling is mutual. 
It’s maybe why your eyes linger on the stranger as he approaches your group, you walking side by side with Maria, her belly now a bulbous globe, the life inside her making itself more and more known with each passing day.
A few steps behind you is Joel, his presence a constant comfort, never too far away. He’s locked in conversation with Tommy, something about a potential supply opportunity in a nearby county.
Then there’s Ellie, several feet ahead of you, walking backwards so she can talk at you and Maria at her usual unabashed volume.
“I can’t stop fucking thinking about it!” she exclaims, mid-rant after the movie you’d all just spent the afternoon watching.
Your eyes are still on the guy. Brutish-looking and visibly aggravated, his hands balled into threatening fists - he’s got you fully on edge. You try to give him the benefit of the doubt, but something about his aura spells trouble to you.
And you wouldn’t have made it this far into the apocalypse without good intuition.
“What the fuck even was that, man?” Ellie continues to gripe loudly. “Like, why did Belle even fall in love with the Beast? Dude was creepy and wasn’t she his fucking prisoner? I don’t get romance at all.”
You smile warmly at her, even as your eyes continue to dart cautiously towards the man, now getting dangerously close to her, watching with eagle eyes at the way he’s now glaring at Ellie.
“I mean first he kidnaps her dad, then he treats her like shit, and then, boom! She loves him. I don’t fucking get it.”
You’re barely listening now, too focused on the man growing visibly more irate as he gets within just feet of Ellie.
“Hey, can you shut your kid up?” he yells at you then. 
This motherfucker.
You stop in your tracks, and so does Ellie. 
“There’s kids out here, you’re just letting her curse like that in the middle of the street?” he persists, visibly enraged. 
The man’s paused where he stands too, much too close to Ellie. You gaze at the space between them, desperate to get there, but Maria’s got a placating hand on your chest, perhaps hoping the interaction can be resolved without violence.
“Hey fuck you, dude,” Ellie yaps back at the guy, forever too brave for her own good. 
That’s when the guy snaps.
You can only watch in horror as he rounds on Ellie and slaps her hard across the face with the back of his hand, sending her crumpling to the ground. 
Maria can’t hold you back now.
You charge at the man, your legs carrying you forward before your brain can tell you he’s got some serious fucking muscle mass on you. You don’t care - you lunge at him, running into him with the full force of your body weight, shoving against him with a strength you didn’t know you had.
To your shock, it knocks him to the pavement. But you’re not done with him yet.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch her!” you screech, straddling his frame and pinning his big arms down beside his head, struggling as he fights back under you. “You’re gonna - regret - ever laying - a - goddamn - finger on her!”
He squirms beneath your frame, adrenaline keeping you somehow overpowering him, your need to protect Ellie granting fortitude to your muscles, as your knees dig into his ribs in a manner you hope is painful.
“Get the fuck off me, you stupid cunt,” the guy snarls. 
Now who’s cursing in the streets? 
But he doesn’t scare you. You don’t even recoil when the man brazenly spits in your face. 
You don’t loosen the vice grip you have on his wrists until Tommy is lifting you off him as a couple of nearby men, noticing the squabble, rush over to restrain the attacker.
Unbeknownst to you, Joel is frozen time, still several feet back, watching the entire ordeal take place, stupefied into motionlessness. 
At least until Ellie turns to face him and he sees the blood pooling under her nose. 
That, combined with the scratch marks sprouting on your arms from the guy’s fingernails clawing at your skin are what ultimately break the spell he’s under. Then there’s not a force on this Earth that could stop him.
He bolts forward, his mind blank save for one goal:
Kill the motherfucker who hurt his girls. 
He doesn’t get far though - two more bystanders step in and grip his arms, holding him back from escalating the situation any further. He struggles against them as you struggle against Tommy. The attacker, for his part, wrestles with the men holding him back until Maria’s firm voice is cutting through the turmoil.
“Enough! That’s enough now.”
She steps into the middle of the throng, arms extending outwards as she attempts to pacify the altercation. Tommy’s grip tightens around you, but it doesn’t matter. You stop fighting when Ellie peels herself off the ground and runs straight in your arms. 
He lets you go then so you can wrap them around her protectively.
“Are you okay?” you ask frantically, bending down to her level to cradle her little face in your hands. 
She nods sternly, still so brave, even with an ugly wound already starting to bloom on her cheek. 
“You messed with the wrong kid,” Maria scolds the attacker, leering over him menacingly. 
“Little brat needs to be taught a goddamn lesson,” the guy sneers, forcefully attempting to yank himself free from the men restraining him.
You start to react to that, blood boiling, but -
“Come on, let’s just go the fuck home,” Ellie mutters, just to you. God, you wish you had her strength.
But Joel has other ideas. He finally breaks free from the hands that hold him back with a threatening grunt, charging forward towards the attacker, eyes blank, his directive clear -
Tommy is already making to stop him but it’s you who gets there first. You stand before him with your hands outstretched on his broad chest, and he halts in his tracks.
“Baby, stop,” you plead, but you feel how tense his muscles are under his hands, that familiar craving to hurt evident in his eyes. You’ve seen it before - you’ve seen what it can do. He’s not even looking at you, his gaze fixed on the man, glazed over and unfocused, completely disassociated. 
But Ellie wants to go home - and right now, you’re far more inclined to listen to her.
“Joel,” you say, stronger, and then again when he doesn’t respond - “Joel!” - till he finally tears his eyes from the man to look at you - or, rather, through you - but even so, at least you have his attention.
“Go home, Joel,” Tommy says, before you can. “We’ll take care of this.”
Joel doesn’t seem at all satisfied, his eyes darting between you and Tommy as if he can’t comprehend why you’re ganging up on him.
“No one touches my niece,” Tommy declares then with a solemn shake of his head, and if there’s anything he could have said to pull Joel from his trance, it’s that.
His form still stiff and uncertain, Joel at last lets you grip his arm and turn him away from the scene as you extend your other hand behind you for Ellie to take hold of. Tommy and Maria round on the restrained attacker; you don’t know what they have planned for him and you don’t care now.
Now, you go home.
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Back at Number 38, you clean Ellie up in the bathroom, while Joel leans in the doorway, guilt emanating from his every orifice. You know what he’s thinking, you know how he’s torturing himself for not reacting fast enough, for being too old or weak or shell-shocked to protect the two of you like he thinks he should.
You know, because he tortures himself over it every damn day. And every damn day you wish he wouldn’t because every damn day, Joel protects you both more than he knows. He keeps you both safe and whole, a constant safeguard even when he doesn’t know it. 
It’s all you want, it’s all you’ve ever wanted: to erase his guilt entirely - the guilt he carries from the life before he found you, and all the guilt he’s accrued since then - so he could finally maybe live in the peace you feel he deserves. 
If only it were that simple.
You delicately swipe a damp cloth over Ellie’s cheek, realizing as you do that she’ll have a black eye tomorrow; the attacker had hit her violently above her cheekbone, dangerously close to the delicate skin around her eye sockets. You tilt her face up towards the light overhead to get a better look at the wound sprouting there and hear Joel’s breath catch when he sees it too.
“Goddamnit,” he hisses, averting his eyes and shaking his head.
“She’ll be okay, Joel,” you assure him as you proceed to wipe away the blood from under her nose.
“It’s gonna scar,” he growls. 
“That’s cool,” Ellie shrugs. You think she’s coming across exceptionally unbothered by the whole ordeal, or maybe she’s just trying to put Joel at ease. It’s one of the ways you’ve noticed she protects him, by feigning courage even in the most painful of circumstances. “Make the next asshole think twice before trying it with me.”
Joel sighs, ragged and frustrated, but you can tell he’s trying to pull himself together. 
“There’s not gonna be a next time,” he vows, finally stepping into the room properly to kneel down beside you and snatch the cloth from your hands. You sit back on your heels and watch as he finishes the job, sterilizing and bandaging up the scar on her cheek before re-dampening the cloth in cold water and pressing it against her smarting eye.
“Hold that there, okay?” he instructs her softly, and she does, replacing his big hand with hers on the cloth.
You watch then, as Ellie’s outward composure falters slightly, a silent exchange seeming to take place between the two of them. A shared deep breath as Joel’s eyes slowly soften and Ellie’s turn glossy, like they’re sharing a memory you’re not quite privy to. You don’t know everything about their lives before you, but you know they faced unspeakable hardships on their journey to Jackson. 
You think you’re seeing some of that hardship reflected in their eyes now. 
“C’mere,” Joel breathes, his entire demeanor shifting as he pulls Ellie into a familiar embrace.
His arms curl around her little shoulders and she slots herself comfortably into the crook of his neck like she belongs there. Your heart swells at the sight, at the unmistakable devotion flowing between them.
“You too, Mom,” Ellie mutters then, extending her one arm to let you in on the hug.
Mom.
Your eyes well with unwitting tears as you drape your arms around the two of them, trying with all your might to communicate all the love you feel for them in your embrace.
You stay entwined like that for a few long moments - a united front on the bathroom floor - until Ellie finally pulls away from you and Joel.
“And hey,” she says, her eyes on Joel. “Don’t beat yourself up, okay, Dad? Did you see what she did to that guy? Mom kicks ass, dude.”
Joel smirks and you shrug nonchalantly. You had kind of kicked ass. Adrenaline is a funny thing.
“Yeah, she does,” he agrees, leaning in to plant an adoring kiss on your cheek.
END. 
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fluff with rafe😔😔😔😔 like imagine you being a single mom and you’re just at the grocery store with your babygirl and when you’re not looking, she waddles away somewhere. then all of a sudden rafe feels a little tug on his pants and when he looks down he’s surprised the lost baby came to him but he helps her find her mama and it’s even better that she’s pretty!!!! and ofc he’s throwing you so many compliments so you give him your number and he’s asking you on a date but you don’t have sitter so at first you say no but rafe’s all like “get her dressed up and she can come too :)” OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM???
:((((((((
it literally only takes a second before she’s waddling off down the aisle you’re on and into the next, big curious eyes staring up at the groceries on the shelves and the other shoppers that were looking at them.
she’s continuing to stomp down the aisle but she stops and stumbles a little when she runs into someone’s legs!!! and when she looks up and sees that this is not mama, but some strange man, she immediately begins sobbing. rafe just !!!!! is on panic mode because this random baby just ran into him at a grocery store and now she's crying and a few people are giving him some questionable looks and he isn't quite sure what to do. so he just crouches down and is like "hey, hey. what's the matter? where's your mama at, huh?" and your daughter's just sniffling and blubbering, saying "mama. mama. mama." and rafe just sighs and says "yeah, mama. where'd she go?" and when your daughter just looks up at him silently he straightens up a little and says "you wanna go find her?" and your daughter nods and grabs his finger in her little hand :(
and rafe is just trying to talk to her and calm her down, meanwhile you're freaking the fuck out, frantically running around the store, calling your baby's name. you begin to assume the worst when you feel a thud against your calves. you release the breath you'd been holding when you look down and see your baby girl giggling and clinging to your legs, not even noticing the tall man that stood close by.
"oh, hi baby! you scared mama so bad!! are you okay?" you knelt down to your daughter's height and cupped her face in your hands, putting a soft kiss on her forehead.
"i'm okay, mama. rafe helped me!!" she's smiling when she turns around and you have to keep your jaw from dropping as you follow her gaze and see probably the most gorgeous man you've ever laid eyes on!!!!! he looked straight out of a movie, with his buzzcut and expensive dress shirt and gorgeous blue eyes<3 when rafe noticed the two of you staring at him, he walked closer to you.
"i'm rafe, by the way. rafe cameron. i'm hoping you're mama." he chuckles and his smile makes your heart skip a beat:) he holds his hand out for you to shake, and you do, happily, before introducing yourself.
"i am, yeah! i'm y/n and this is y/d/n. thank you so much for helping her find me. she's just so nosy and into everything right now, i don't know why i thought i could take my eyes off of her for even a second." you ruffle your daughter's hair as you speak, causing her to giggle.
“it’s no problem, i’m just glad we found you. i was starting to get a little nervous, especially when she just ran over to you, but then i noticed how much you two favor and it made sense. you’re very beautiful, by the way, and she looks just like you.” rafe smiles at your daughter before turning his gaze back towards your blushing face.
“oh, um, thank you. we think you’re very handsome.” you mentally curse yourself for the lame reply and pray that it doesn’t turn him away. you thank your lucky stars when he just laughs a little and thanks you before making some comment on the type of cereal you had in your cart.
after several minutes of FLIRTING!!!!! talking in the middle of the aisle, you realize it’s getting late and you need to get home for dinner and bathtime, so you and your daughter (and rafe) all make your way to the checkout line. you blush even more (if that’s even possible?!) when rafe pays for all of your groceries and his own!!
you’re practically swooning when he walks with you to your car and helps you put your groceries in your trunk<3
you say your thank you’s and goodbyes and he’s about to walk away when you say “hey, wait! can i get your number? would that be okay? i really enjoyed talking to you today and y/d/n seems to like you already.” you bite your lip in anticipation as rafe spins on his heels and quickly walks back over to you, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to you while taking yours out of your hand, both of you putting your numbers in the others phone<3
and you’ve been texting ever since you left the grocery store and when you’re laying in bed, getting ready to go to sleep, you can’t help but giggle and kick your feet at his “i’d really like to take you out sometime, if that’s alright. y/d/n can come too, if she wants. i really want to get to know the both of you better.” :(
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Delta Landscaping | Chapter 7: FriDate Night Lights
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Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia. 
Series Masterlist | AO3 Link for Chapter 7
Rating: Explicit (18+) 
Word Count: 9
Chapter Summary: I don’t want to spoil too much here, but we follow a few of the characters leading up and through a Friday night.
Chapter Warning: Swearing. Period talk. Reminder, I don’t have a beta for this, so any mistakes are all mine.
A/N: I know a few of you have asked about Frankie, so he gets a little scene here as we start to set up his storyline. (I’ve left some hints as to where he’s going). More notes from me at the end.
Please enjoy the latest episode of As The Mule Falls...
“So I think I’m going to ask Aria out for tomorrow night,” Connor said as he finished his latest set of squats. 
Benny, who was spotting him, grabbed the boy by the shoulders and shook him excitedly, “Hell yeah man! How’re you planning on doing it?”
“I was going to text her later…I don’t know, it seemed easy for Will to ask Katie out that way…” he trailed off as he went underneath the bar again, taking a deep breath.
Benny smirked, waiting for Connor to finish. “Ok, sounds good, where are you going to go then? Gonna do that food truck idea you had?” 
“Yeah. There’s just one problem,” he rubbed the back of his neck as Benny took his spot under the bar to do a set.
“What’s that?” 
“I, uh, I can’t drive.”
“Can’t your mom drive you?” Benny puffed out between squats, drawing the attention of a few women, and men, working out nearby.
“I don’t know…isn’t it kinda lame to have my mom drive me on a date?”
“Sounds like you don’t have another option. You guys gonna ride your bikes there?” Benny kept one arm dangling on the bar catching his breath, pulling up his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his brow. “Wait, Aria's older than you, can’t she drive?”
Connor rolled his eyes, “No…she said she doesn’t want to learn…driving scares her…”
“You trying to ask me to drive you?” Benny smirked as Connor looked at him sheepishly. “Actually, wait, her parents may not be cool with some random guy driving their daughter,” he laughed. “What if your mom drives but I’ll tag along and she and I go do our own thing? We won’t bother you, but that way you all can still go and have fun."
“You’d do that?” Connor’s eyes lit up.
“What? Hang out with your mom? I think there’re worse things I could be asked to do on a Friday night. Plus, we gotta get you out on a date bud!” He brought the boy in for a half hug, messing with his hair. 
“Ok, sweet.”
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“Hey Mom,” Connor walked through the door, dropping his gym bag in the laundry room.
“Hey bud, did you have a good time at the gym? Benny’s not beating you up too much, right?” Megan called to him from her office as she typed away.
“Nah, it’s all good. Hey, um, are you doing anything tomorrow night?” He walked into her office, sitting on the loveseat tucked in the corner of the room.
“Hmm…nope no plans, ‘specially since Katie will be occupied. Mel, David, and Ty are all going to a bar that gets too rowdy for me. I was probably going to go to Lulu’s if anything.”
“How do you feel about food trucks?”
“Aww, buddy. You trying to do something fun with your mom?”
“Uh, well,” he ran his hand over his face, “I was actually thinking of asking Aria out.” He dropped his eyes to the floor, fidgeting a bit with his hands.
Megan stopped typing and turned in her chair to face him trying to hide her smile. “You like her, huh?” Connor nodded. “Do you think she’ll say yes?”
“I hope so. But before I ask, I want to figure something out.”
“What’s that?”
“So…I don’t really have a way of getting there.”
“Oh, I can drive you, if her parents are cool with it.”
“Well, actually I was talking it over with Benny and he suggested maybe he could go with you, keep you company.”
Megan straightened up in her chair slightly, her brows furrowed. “Benny suggested that?”
“Yeah. Is that ok?”
“Sure,” she smiled. “It will beat being there alone, that's for sure. I promise we’ll try to not cramp your style.”
“What does that mean?”
"What does what mean?"
"Cramp my style?"
"Oh buddy, you don’t mean to but sometimes you make me feel so old," Megan shook her head laughing. 
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Megan: Sounds like we have a date on Friday?
Benny: I know you’ve been wanting to ask me out for a while, figured I’d have to be the one to make the move.
Megan: Omg. 🙄 Hilarious.
Megan: Ok, but seriously…how are we doing to do this?
Benny: What do you mean? 
Megan: I want to give Con and Ari some space, but I also want to keep an eye on them.
Benny: Well, that’s my specialty. I’m pretty good at being stealthy. 😉
Benny: Can you send me a link to the place we’re going? Gotta do some recon.
Megan: linkMegan: Ooo so we get to go on a mission?! Do I need to bring anything? Binoculars? Should I wear camo?
Benny: Slow down mama bear, I’ll handle it. 
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“What are you smiling at?” Will looked over to Benny, who was sprawled out on the couch, smirking at the phone.
“Just doing some wingman shit,” he glanced up from his phone.
“Connor?”
“Yea, he asked out Aria. Looks like you aren’t the only one with a date tomorrow night.”
“Oh nice, good for him. Where’re they going? Please tell me you didn’t share any of your ‘going to the movies’ stories with him.”
“You’re one to fucking talk!” Benny laughed. “No, they’re going to this food truck thing that she’s apparently been dying to go to. Megan and I are taking them.”
“Oooh,” Will slapped his brother’s legs so he could move them to sit down. “You and Megan? I know you have a thing for moms, but you think that’s a good idea?”
Benny furrowed his brows, “No man, it’s not like that. She’s cool. I see her more like a sister than anything else.”
“Ok, well maybe she can be a wingwoman for you then. We gotta get you back out there man!”
“I’m ok.” Benny sat up, his mouth twitched as he kept his eyes on his phone. 
“Whatever you say. I just know that your dick is probably getting tired of your hand.”
“Fuck off. Think of your own dick and stop worrying about mine.” Benny rolled his eyes, grabbed his laptop, and headed to his room.
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“You have plans for tomorrow night?” Santiago poured himself and Frankie a glass of whiskey and sat on the couch to watch a soccer game.
“Well, no, I usually just wait for you to drag me to something. Who is she and what’s her friend like?” Frankie rolled his eyes as he grabbed the glass.
“No, no it’s not like that. Melissa,” Frankie side-eyed him, “and David and Ty are all going out.”
“I don’t know man, I’m kinda tired from this week. I was maybe going to see what Lulu was up to.”
“Why don’t you ever wanna do anything fun?” Santiago playfully shoves Frankie. 
“I do like to have fun, I just…got a lot on my mind is all.”
“It’s coming up on a year, right?”
“Yeah, about two weeks away.” Frankie swirls the ice in his glass. 
“I’m proud of you hermano. I know it hasn’t been easy.”
“Thanks,” Frankie gave a half smile before slapping Pope on the shoulder. “You helped me, so thank you.”
There wasn’t much that needed to be said between these two, they had been through the trenches not only in battle but in life as well. Even though they didn’t always acknowledge it, neither would have made it if not for the other’s support along the way.
“So Melissa…what’s going on there?”
Santiago got up to refill their drinks, not saying anything until he sat back down again. “Nothing.”
“Nothing. Ok.” Frankie scoffed before taking another sip.
“Look, she needs a friend.”
“I think she has a lot of friends, a whole damn neighborhood full of them.”
“Yeah, but all of those people are friends with Danny too. She can’t really be honest with them.”
“And she can be honest with you?”
“I’m a neutral third party.”
“Neutral?” Frankie chuckled, taking off his hat to inspect it. 
"What are you doing?"
“Just wanted to check to see if my hat said ‘I’m a fucking idiot’ on it.” Frankie rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers through his curls and put the hat back on his head.
Santiago paused for a moment, trying to pick his words carefully.
“Ok look,” he sighed. “She’s having cold feet about getting married. And before you say anything, she brought this up…she has no one to talk to about this stuff. Everyone on that damn street is friends with the guy, so someone is bound to slip and say something to him. And her family? They’ve been pressuring the two of them to get married and have kids for years now, they aren’t going to want to hear that she's having second thoughts and wants to slow down.”
“Which is it?” Frankie cuts in.
“What?”
“Is she having second thoughts about whether or not she wants to be with Danny or does she just wish everyone would slow down?”
“I-”
“Because it makes a big difference, Pope. She know about Sofia?”
“No.”
“You gonna tell her at some point?”
“If it comes up, sure.”
Frankie nods and rolls his eyes. “Ok, hermano.”
“Well since apparently you can’t trust me to be around her by myself, wanna come with me Saturday? She wants some stuff done to the backyard and I said I’d go take a look…was gonna ask Benny but he and Will are going to be at Katie’s. You have a good eye for stuff like that, though.”
“So I’m your last choice, cool, I see how it is,” he smirks, barely able to get it out with a straight face. “Yeah, I’ll go with you. Sounds like a plan.”
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“Ugh, I don’t know, is this too much? Like I’m trying too hard?” Katie propped her phone on her dresser and twirled in front of it to show Megan her outfit. 
“I mean, you’re going to be doing some walking I’d imagine, so the stilettos probably aren’t going to be the most comfortable. What kind of sundress options do you have?”
“Uh, one sec lemme grab some. What are you wearing?” Katie called from her closet.
“Jeans and a cute top I guess. I don’t know, figured my yoga pants and oversized tee aren’t the right move.”
“Especially when you got a hot younger guy with you,” Katie returned with a few dresses in her hands. 
“Benny is hot, but c’mon, he’s like a little brother. He’s got too much energy for me,” she laughed. “Case in point, he’s apparently going to have this whole thing set up like we’re going on a mission.”
“Haha. Will told me that he’s “cased” the whole place via satellite and knows where the two of you can “post up” so you can see what the kids are up to,” Katie laughed while doing finger quotes.
“It’s cute. I really appreciate how he and the boys have taken Connor in…it’s really sweet. Oh hey, wait, show me that one again.”
Katie held up a midi dress that had a green print with white and pink flowers on it, giving it a retro vibe. It had a sweetheart neck with tie straps. “This one?”
“Yes, is that new?”
“Yeah, I bought it a few weeks ago on a whim at that consignment shop in South Tampa. I don’t know, it seems kinda fancy, no?”
“Can you just shut up and put it on? I want to see!”
Katie quickly strips out of her loungewear and slips the dress on. It hugs her curves in just the right places and shows off just enough cleavage to be flirty without showing everything.
“That’s the one. Will is going to lose his mind when he sees you in that.”
Katie blushed a little as she swished the bottom of her dress around, admiring herself in the full-length mirror she hastily attached to the back of her bathroom door. 
“Ok, so we have a winner. And for my hair…I’m thinking of putting it up. It’s so damn hot out, my curls would fall in a second with the humidity.”
“Yeah, I think that works. Oh shit, Connor just jumped out of the shower, so I’m gonna get ready. Please send me a photo of the final look…please!”
“I will…have fun and tell Connor I wish him luck. And please try and give that boy some space!”
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“You’re wearing that?” Benny looked up from the notebook he was doodling in to see his brother in the kitchen wearing dark wash jeans and a black button-up shirt tucked into his jeans. 
“What do you mean? This looks nice, doesn’t it?”
“You’re gonna be sweating your balls off. Doesn’t that place have a bunch of places to walk around and shit?”
Will contemplated what his brother said, annoyed that he did make a good point. He turned on his heels and went back down the hallway to his bedroom, emerging a few moments later with a white henley-style shirt. He left a couple of the top buttons unbuttoned. He also switched to a pair of lighter-wash jeans and brown boots. “This better?”
“Hell yeah, you don’t look like such a nerd.”
Will rolled his eyes, “didn’t realize you were the fashion police there, Ace?”
Benny frowned at the use of his call sign. The guys only used it these days when they wanted to get under his skin. He sat silent for a moment, doodling in his notebook.
“I’m sorry I called you that Ben,” Will sat down across from him. “What time are you headed over to Megan’s?” He said, eager to change the subject.
“Oh shit, I need to go,” Benny got up quickly, grabbing his wallet and phone from the kitchen counter. “And don’t forget, we have to go to Katie’s house in the morning so if you’re there just shoot me a text so we don’t traumatize the kid. I know how you like your morning sex.”
And with that Benny left to head down the street to Megan’s house, leaving Will to pace around. He was early, too early to head to Katie’s. They agreed to meet at 7:30, so he did some quick calculations in his mind, realizing he could run down the street to Publix and still be back with plenty of time to spare. He went to grab his wallet when something fell from it. 
“Fuckin Benny,” he sighed and then chuckled.
His younger brother had left him a condom in his wallet with a sticker that said “You can do it” affixed to the wrapper.
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Benny rang the doorbell and instantly heard Bucky barking.
“Oh stop it, you know Benny. He gives you treats, remember?” Megan scolded the dog as she opened the door.
And then, almost on cue, Benny fished out a couple of treats from his pocket which made Bucky’s little paws tippy tap onto the tile. 
“You spoil him, y’know that?” Megan rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh look, you wore sleeves. I feel so honored I get formal Benny for tonight!"
“It's not spoiling…I just don't want him nipping at my heels. And thanks, I thought I'd dress up for you,” he winked.
Benny was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, the sleeves fitting snugly around his biceps. He left his trusty hat at home, slightly annoyed that his hair kept getting in his eyes.
“He’s a herding dog, they do that sometimes. He’s trying to keep you in line,” she teased, opening the door further for Benny to walk in. 
“Where’s the man of the hour? We’re going to be late.”
“Jeez, you’re almost as bad as Will,” Katie smirked as Benny gave a faux shocked look. “I said almost. Will’s probably been ready to go to Katie’s since before you left right? And they don’t even leave for at least another half hour.”
“Maybe. Maybe not," Benny teased. "I could tell he's nervous."
"Well, if it's any consolation she is too. She tried on a ton of outfits. I haven't seen her this giddy over a date in a long time, maybe ever."
"I'm sure she’ll look beautiful. I saved Will so he doesn't look like too much of a dork," he smiled.
"You guys ready to go?" Connor came from down the hallway. He was dressed in black shorts, a white and black striped polo shirt, and some Vans.
"Aw look at yo-" 
"Mom, don't start. You aren't going to make it weird are you?"
"Nope that's why I'm here, we're going to keep it cool right Meg?" Benny wrapped an arm around Megan's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'll be fine C. I just can't believe you're going out on your first date!"
Connor groaned. "I'm starting to regret this…"
"It's all good man, you'll be fine. Let's just see how it goes when we pick Aria up. I'll find some story to entertain your mom with, so there won't be any awkward silences," Benny smiled as he ushered Megan and Connor outside and into her SUV.
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Will's calculations were correct and he was back with an arrangement of flowers with about 10 minutes to spare. Rather than go back home, he drove to Katie's driveway and waited in his car.
"I should wait another five minutes, right?" Will asked himself in the mirror, hyping himself up.
He was nervous. He had gone on dates here or there, usually helping be a wingman to Santiago whenever Frankie or Benny didn't want to fill in. And it also didn't help that he really liked Katie. He felt comfortable around her like he had known her forever.
With one big exhale, he gathered the flowers and walked to her door.
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Katie got an alert from her Ring camera when Will parked in her driveway. She got instant butterflies, excited about the prospect of spending some time alone with him. 
She busied herself with packing her purse, waiting for him to knock on the door. After a few minutes, she checked the Ring camera again and saw he was still in his Jeep.
"What are you doing, Will?"
She then saw the Jeep door swing open as he got out.
"Fuck, he looks so hot. Ok, get it together." She gave herself a little pep talk in the hallway mirror.
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Will knocked on the door and waited a few moments before he heard the door unlock and swing open. He was a bit dumbstruck when he saw Katie. She looked beautiful in a dress that showed off her curves. Her hair was gathered at the top of her head, exposing her neck which he wanted to instantly nuzzle. His mouth went dry but he knew he had to say something. 
He cleared his throat, "H-hi, you look absolutely beautiful. I feel really underdressed now, I knew I shouldn't have changed…"
"You look great, Will," Katie cut him off.
"Thanks," he blushed. "Uh, these are for you."
"You got me flowers?" Her face softened as she took the bouquet of assorted flowers from his hands. "I honestly can't remember the last time a man got me flowers, thank you."
"Well, my mom would be very disappointed in me if I showed up empty-handed, especially when there’s a pretty girl involved," Will chuckled.
Her face got hot. "Here, come in, let me put these in water before we go."
“You know, they last longer if you put them in some Sprite”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah, it's kind of weird, but it works.”
She scampered over to the kitchen and grabbed a vase from underneath her kitchen sink. They made small talk as Katie cut off the stems and arranged the flowers. Will couldn't help but notice that she hadn't stopped smiling.
"There. All set. Thank you, this was really sweet."
Will moved over to where she was and leaned one arm on the kitchen island while he looked Katie up and down, licking his bottom lip.
"I'm glad you liked them."
Katie and Will's eyes locked onto one another and he stepped forward, a hand coming to her waist.
"I really like this dress, by the way."
"Thanks," Katie closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You don't look too bad yourself."
"Oh no?" He smiled as he leaned in to kiss her, his other hand cupping her face.
Will started off slowly, but when Katie's nails scratched his scalp he felt emboldened and walked her back towards the kitchen counter. He started trailing kisses along her jaw and then to her neck, his eyes slightly rolling back in his head as he breathed in the vanilla and rose scent of her perfume.
"W-Will, you keep going like this and we aren't going to make it to dinner," Katie let out with a shaky breath.
"I don't see the problem with that," he smirked as he moved along her collarbone.
Katie pulled his head back, "All in due time soldier. The faster we leave the faster we can come back," she winked.
"Deal," he smiled, giving her one more kiss before he stepped aside so she could walk in front of him. "Let's go."
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"Hola Lulu, you here?" Frankie called as he walked through the door, the smell of Lucille's amazing cooking hitting his nose as he stepped across the threshold.
"Si mijo!" She called from the kitchen.
He walked around the corner just as she was taking the last of her empanadas out of the oil to lay on a paper towel-lined plate. "You know, you should keep your door locked. Especially at night, don't know who will come walking in," he smirked as he leaned against her counter. 
"Ay Francisco, que gracioso," she laughed as he came in to kiss her on the cheek. "Just you tonight?"
"Yeah, Will has his date with Katie and then Benny and Megan drove Connor and Aria somewhere." 
"Y Santiago?"
He shook his head, "He went with Melisa, David, and Ty out.”
She side-eyed him, thinking about asking his opinion on Santiago and Melissa, but she refrained when she saw the rush of sadness that washed over his face. He shook it away and smiled, sitting down at the table as she brought over a plate of food.
"This looks amazing, Lulu. You spoil me, you know that?" He winked.
"I'm happy to do it, Francisco. You keep an old lady company," she smiled and patted him on the arm as she went to box up some of the food into containers for Frankie to take to the guys. "Dime, you don't have a girl to take out on a Friday night?"
"No, ha it's uh…it's been a while for me on that front," he shook his head, taking a bite.
"Eres guapo. And you are a nice young man. I’m sure you have some interested ladies."
"I…uh, I’m not really focused on that right now. I guess I wanted to get myself together a bit before I do that again." His mouth twitched as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something. Have I told you that I have these um…meetings I go to every week?"
"You've mentioned them. For work, right?"
"Uh, kind of," he rubbed one hand up and down his thigh.
Lucille sensed his nerves and came over to sit next to him, holding his hand. "Dime, my cielo. Que te pasa?"
"I. I don't want you to think differently of me," he looked down but a squeeze from Lucille's hand gave him the courage to meet her eyes. "I am…I've been…clean for almost a year,” he sighed. “I fell into some bad stuff and I couldn't shut my brain off so I turned to…drugs…to help me. But it didn't help me, it just made everything worse. I was a really shitty friend, brother, uncle for a long time. And my girl, well, I thought she was my girl," he rolled his eyes, "she messed things up for me too. Anyway, we did one last…trip…the guys and me, and when I came back I decided to change things. Going to the meetings was a big first step for me and I've been trying to repair everything I broke since then."
A silence fell between them as Frankie fidgeted in his seat, he didn’t intend to say all of that but it just flowed out of him. He was nervous about how Lucille would react knowing more about him. It wasn’t something that he offered up freely to people, given the reactions he had received in the past. On top of that, Lucille reminded him so much of his late mother and he felt ashamed at what she would think if she saw how low he had gotten. It was bad enough that his sister had to bear witness to some of it.
Lucille's eyes raked over the man sitting before her. She could see the fear and shame oozing out of him as his shoulders hunched in. He looked like a little boy who was afraid to get punished. 
"Mijo," she grabbed one of his large hands with both of hers, rubbing circles with her thumb. "You said it's been almost a year?" 
He nodded. "Yeah, in a couple of weeks, it will be 365 days."
"That's amazing, I'm so proud of you Francisco," she smiled as he looked up at her, tears welling in his eyes. "That is the hardest work we can do, the work we have to do on ourselves. You are a good man. I know I've only known you for a little while but I can tell you have a good heart, you care about your friends, and you are a hard worker."
Frankie let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in. "You aren't going to kick me out?"
"What?! No! Why would I do that?"
"I've done some bad things, some of it I still can't…I'm still working through it."
"I can only imagine the things you boys have seen and have had to do," she cupped his cheek. "But you can't let that define you, okay?"
"I sometimes think about what my mom would say if she saw me…saw what I turned into."
"She would love you, no matter what. And she would be so proud of how strong of a man you are to admit that you needed help." She wiped a tear that fell from his eyes and moved to hug him.
They stayed in their embrace for a few moments as Frankie cried. Lucille didn't say anything, knowing that he had probably been needing this for a while. She just rubbed his back and told him how proud she was of him.
“I was never blessed to have a child, but if I had a son, I would have hoped he’d be like you Francisco.”
He pulled back, rubbing the heels of both of his hands in his eyes. “Sorry, Lulu, I didn’t mean to come over here and be a mess, I don’t even know where this all came from.”
“Don’t apologize, mi vida. I’m so happy you felt safe to share,” she smiled. “You said you are a brother…do you have a sister or a brother?”
“A sister, Valeria. She’s younger than me but she’s the good one, unafraid to be herself” he chuckled. “She’s got a great job and two kids. And her wife is amazing too.”
“That sounds great! When’s the last time you saw her?”
Frankie let out a long sigh, leaning back in the chair. “In person? Psh, Leia was around six months, not last Christmas, but the Christmas before. So like over a year and a half, I guess. I couldn’t make it to her first birthday because I was too messed up. I missed the flight.” The sadness washed over him again.
“Do you speak to her? Your sister.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve been talking with her more regularly, it’s been nice. The kids are getting so big.”
“How old are they?”
“Well, Leia is about to turn two in…” he checked his phone. “Wow, next week. Hold on, let me put a reminder to buy her a gift tomorrow,” he laughed. “And Antonio is five.”
“Where do they live?”
“In Dallas. We grew up outside of Houston, actually down the street from Benny and Will, funny enough,” he chuckled. “She moved around for college and grad school but they eventually went up there because of Alyssa’s job.”
“Why don’t you go visit them?”
He furrowed his brow, “What? No, I couldn’t do that. It’s too last minute.”
“Do you know that?”
“N-no, I guess not.”
“Why don’t you call and ask?”
Frankie brought his hands to rest in his lap fidgeting with a hangnail on his thumb. After a few moments, he cleared his throat. “Do you mind if I do it here? You know, in case it doesn’t go well?”
“Por supresto, but I don’t think you have anything to be nervous about.” Lucille rubbed his arm, giving him an encouraging smile.
Frankie pulled out his phone and looked at it for a moment, “here it goes.”
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“Alright, you two have fun. We’ll meet you back here at 9. But text if you need anything.”
“Ok, mom.”
“And have your phone on you in case we need to call you.”
“Yes, mom.”
“And if you try and contact me and don’t hear back then call Benny, okay?”
“I think they got it there Mama Bear,” Benny laughed, cutting off Megan’s rambling. “Y’all have fun. And don’t do anything I would do,” he winked at Connor.
“Thanks for driving us, Mrs. Shay!” Aria smiled, waiting for Connor to lead them away.
“You can call me Megan, sweetheart.”
“Love you, mom. See ya Benny.”
Benny put his arm around Megan’s shoulder and forced her to turn around. “Let them walk away, we’ll keep an eye on them,” he winked. 
Megan tried to put her nerves aside, curious to see what Benny had up his sleeve.
“So what’s the play?”
“Well, I scouted it out and there’s a spot I think is going to work out well. We just need to pick something up first….ah there he is! What’s up, Jax?”
“Ben, good to see you, man.” The man gave Benny a handshake and a half hug.
“Jax, this is my friend Megan. The one I was telling you about.”
“Ah, the protective mom. Nice to meet you,” he extended his hand to shake Megan’s hand.
She shook his hand and looked between the two men. “Sooo…what’s going on?”
“Well, I knew if I carried a bag Connor would notice, so I got Jax here to get some of my supplies together. He's an old buddy of mine. You and I, my dear, are doing a stakeout!” Benny grinned from ear to ear.
Jax brought out a backpack and he and Benny started unpacking. There were a couple of binoculars, a couple of power banks to charge their phones, and some snacks. 
“Oh my gosh Benny, you are ridiculous,” Megan laughed. “This is great…and really sweet.”
“I knew you would be a nervous goddamn wreck, so this way we can keep an eye on the kids. Hey, maybe you’ll loosen up enough that we can go grab a drink or something.”
“Deal,” she chuckled, grabbing the binoculars from him. 
“Thanks, Jax, I’ll leave this in the drop zone when we’re done. I Venmo’d you already, so you should be good to go.”
“Sounds good, brother. I’ll see you around. Have a good night, ma’am.”
Megan waved as Jax walked away, seemingly disappearing into the crowd.
“Ok, c’mere. The spot I’m thinking of is up here.”
Benny led the way, finding a small hill perched between a couple of trees. He scanned the food truck park and within seconds the smile on his face grew. “Gotcha! See over there at 11 o’clock?” He pointed to their left, lifting up Megan’s binoculars. 
She scrunched her face, confused as to what Benny was referring to. She skeptically brought the binoculars to her eyes, “I don’t know what you’re looking at…oh shit, is that them?”
“Mhmm.”
“How’d you do that?”
“Lotta practice, I guess,” he shrugged.
Through the binoculars, Megan saw Connor and Aria in line for one of the food trucks. They seemed a little nervous, exchanging looks and nervous laughter. 
“Oh shit, I didn’t remind him to pay. Do you think he’s going to? He should, right? It’s a date. Oh man, my little boy is out on a date.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. We may need to get that drink sooner than I thought,” Benny laughed. “Just watch, the kid’s got it.”
And sure enough, when it was their turn to order, Connor put his hand on Aria’s back letting her go in front of him. After she placed her order, he did and pulled out his phone, tapping it on the terminal. Aria smiled and grabbed his hand as they waited for their food to be called.
Megan pulled the binoculars from her eyes and looked to Benny who winked at her, “Told ya. He’s a natural.”
“How did he? How’s he so smooth? Did you?”
Benny shrugged. “He asked questions and I just told him what I would do. But I told him to do whatever felt right.”
“Benjamin Miller you are going to make me cry,” she playfully slapped his arm. “This was really sweet Benny, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, we can stay here and monitor them. But I figured if you saw them, it would ease your mind. Let them have fun!”
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The food truck park had a beer garden with TVs playing a baseball game, so Megan and Benny found a table and nursed a beer. 
“Ok, so tell me. Why are all of you guys single?” Megan asked as she took a sip. 
“Ha, well I don’t know. It’s just kinda happened. I think this is the longest we’ve ever gone where all of us are single, now that I think of it. Although, of all of us, Pope is the only one that has somewhat of a consistent dating life. That guy could flirt with a wet paper bag and probably get it pregnant,” he laughed. 
“He does seem like quite the flirt,” she laughed.
“Sure is. He’s dragged all of us out on a double date at least once in the past year.”
“And nothing’s worked out?”
“Nah, although if I’m honest, it wasn’t something I was interested in. I had a really bad breakup a few years ago, and then did some shit I wasn’t too proud of in the fallout. I guess after we all retired, I just wanted some time.”
“Nothing wrong with that. Can I ask what happened? With your ex?”
“Um…I’ll say this. She didn’t treat me the best and I was too in love, well, I thought it was love. I was blind to a lot of it. And it took damn near an intervention for me to see it,” he sipped on his beer. “That was a hell of a night. There I was thinking we were going to read Fish the riot act for all the shit he was pulling and turns out Pope and Will turned the tables and I got a wake-up call too.”
“Oh shit.”
“Yea. In the moment I was so fucking pissed, but now that it’s been almost a year I can see things more clearly. Pope and Will…and Frankie, although at that time he was as shit of a friend as I was, they love me and wanted the best. They could see how…destructive I was being and they pulled me out.”
Megan reached out to pat Benny’s shoulder. “That’s nice that you have them. We’re happy to have you too,” she smiled.
“Thanks. You know, we’ve moved around a lot but I feel like we can finally maybe make roots somewhere ya know?” 
“Yeah. That’s awesome,” she smirked.
“What’s so funny?”
“Well, now that Katie is off the market I have no one to be a wingwoman for. Looks like you’re my next victim.”
Benny groaned, “Oh jeez. You sure you don’t wanna go spy on Connor again?”
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The conversation between Katie and Will flowed naturally on their drive. Will was thankful for the kiss before they left, it helped to relax him.
“So are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”
Will quickly glanced over to Katie, “You don’t like surprises?”
She smirked looking out the window trying to see if she could guess where they were going based on the streets. “I do, but I still want to know.”
“We’re almost there.”
Will smiled to himself as he kept navigating to their destination. It had been a while since he had gone on a date, so he asked Santiago for some ideas. He also texted Megan to vet some of the places, the last thing he wanted to do was take her somewhere she had a bad experience on another date.
He finally landed on an idea that was named one of Tampa’s best date night spots. It was located right on the Hillsborough River with vendors for food and drinks along with a marketplace. 
“So, I think we’re in Tampa Heights…ooo are we, no never mind,” she shook her head.
“What?” Will smirked, raising an eyebrow. He was amused that she was close to catching on to where they were going and she seemed excited about it.
She smiled and kept her gaze out of the window as Will turned onto Market Street. “Oh my gosh, we are going there aren’t we?”
Before them was a large former industrial facility that had been restored, keeping its historical charm with some modern touches. There was a rooftop bar and vendors scattered throughout. 
“Oh my gosh, I’ve read about this place and saw it on Instagram! It looks even more beautiful in person! Did you know that this used to be a maintenance barn for TECO streetcars and trolleys? They completely renovated it a few years ago but they kept some of the original features like exposed brick, skylights, windows, and even some of the hardwood floors are supposed to be from the original place. How’d you know?”
Will parked the car and turned to look at her, “I had a feeling. Seemed like a place you might like. I knew you liked design, but I didn’t realize how much, so that’s a bonus.”
She leaned over and kissed him, gently cupping his face. “Thank you, this is awesome.”
“We haven’t even left the car yet, how low were your expectations?”
She rolled her eyes, “Oh stop it. C’mon, let’s go!”
They hit up the food stalls first, looking up and down the vendors to see what they wanted. There were a ton of choices from pizza to sushi and everything in between. Katie liked that they could each get something they wanted.
“One of these spots ok? They have a restaurant upstairs if you would rather do that.” 
“No, this is great! Why don’t we grab some bites here and then maybe have a drink upstairs?”
“I like the plan, I also like that you aren’t trying to run for the hills,” Will said as he pulled her in for a quick kiss.
“Don’t be silly, I don’t wanna leave. You haven’t paid for my dinner yet,” she winked and laughed as Will kissed her again.
Katie finally settled on a couple of sushi rolls which looked like works of art, while Will opted for some empanadas.
“Lucille is going to kill you if she knows you ate someone else’s empanadas,” Katie laughed.
“Well, it can be our little secret,” he winked. 
They enjoyed their meal, sampling another couple of vendors before venturing to a little shop to see what the local artisans had on display. Katie’s eyes lit up looking at all of the art and home decor. She dragged Will from one corner of the store to the other as she admired all of the pieces. She reached a wall full of clocks, looking each one over. 
“Do any of these stand out?” Will asked as he stood next to her, observing both her and the clocks in front of him.
“Hmm...a few. Just trying to decide which room I'd put one of these in.” She crossed her arms in front of her, tapping her index finger to her lips, causing Will’s breath to hitch as he itched to kiss her again.
Her eyes fell on a very simple, minimalistic clock. It was round, gray, and bare; no numbers appeared on the clock face. The hour and minute hands were very simple silver bars. She could feel Will’s eyes on her, no doubt probably judging her. “What?”
“Nothing. I just wouldn’t have pegged that one for you. But I like it,” he smiled.
“You do? You don’t think it’s too simple?”
He shook his head. “No, I think simple can be nice sometimes.”
“I think it can go in my bedroom maybe, or office.”
“Well, let me get it for you,” he looked over, knocking his shoulder against hers.
“What? I can’t let you do that, Will.”
“But I want to. Please?”
She smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him. “Thank you.”
Once Will paid, he took the bag in one hand and gave Katie his other arm as they headed upstairs for a drink. After their first cocktail, the pair moved a bit closer together, Katie not so conspicuously touching Will’s arm whenever she threw her head back in laughter. Will found his hand gravitating to rest on Katie’s thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. 
They finished a couple of rounds of drinks and decided to head down to the river for a walk. On the way, Katie reached for Will’s hand, resting her other hand on his bicep so she could curl into him. His chest puffed out a bit, proud that she was on his arm as he observed men walk by and check Katie out. For her part, Katie noticed all of the eyes that trailed after Will.
“This has been an awesome night, thank you,” Katie stopped and looked at Will who was bathed in moonlight. “It’s the best first date I’ve been on in…well, a long time, I’ll put it that way.”
“Good, I’m glad,” Will smiled as he leaned in, grabbing the back of her neck to kiss her. It wasn’t until someone walked by and whistled that they remembered they were in public. 
“We should probably head out huh?” Katie managed with a breathy tone. 
“Yeah, that’s probably a good call.”
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Megan and Benny returned to the rendezvous point a few minutes early, Megan looking around trying to spot Connor and Aria.
“They’ll be here. Jesus, can you calm down!”
“I can’t help it. I feel like I did really well, all things considered.”
Benny threw his head back to laugh while rolling his eyes, “You went a whole hour. Congratulations. Ow!” Megan playfully slapped him on the arm.
“Hey, mom!”
Megan turned around to see Connor and Aria holding hands. “Oh my gosh, look at-”
“Y’all have fun?” Benny interrupted.
“Y-yea, it was a lot of fun,” Aria said looking up at Connor, who blushed.
“Sweet, I want to hear all about it on the drive home.” Benny smiled.
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Will kept his hand on Katie’s thigh as they talked on the ride home. They both wondered how the Connor and Aria date night went, knowing they would get full debriefs from a best friend and brother who were equally as excited to hear about their evening, whenever it ended.
As they got closer to Torrey Hills, they got a little quieter. Will wondered how to end the date, although if he had his way he'd still be there in the morning. Katie fidgeted with her hands, looking out the window. She had prepared herself for whenever the night may hold, opting for her favorite pair of silky underwear she hoped Will would like. It had been a while since she had sex with anyone, the furthest she’d gone in recent months was some fingering and a blow job here or there.
She shifted a bit in her seat, feeling a bit of pressure in her lower abdomen. 
Fuck. This better not be happening.
“Everything ok?” Will asked, looking over at her when he stopped at a red light.
“Y-yeah, sorry,” she gave a tight smile. “Just daydreaming.”
“Ah, okay,” he turned his gaze back to the road, giving her thigh a slight squeeze.
Once Will turned down Mule Fall Court, Katie’s blood pressure started to spike. She didn’t want to give Will any false impression before she could confirm what she thought was happening to her body. 
He parked in her driveway and kept the Jeep running. “I…uh, I had a great night, Katie.”
“I did too,” she leaned over the center console and pressed her lips to his. His hand gently rested on her neck. As she pulled away, she slightly sucked on his bottom lip. “D-do you want to come in for a drink?” 
Will rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb and gave her an up-and-down, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
He took her hand as she led him up her sidewalk to her porch and front door. As she reached for her keys in her purse, Will pressed soft kisses to the back of her neck as his hands moved to her waist. Katie giggles as she struggles to concentrate on opening her door. 
She finally successfully opened the door, after struggling to get the key into the lock a few times thanks to Will. She turned to close the door and he met her, grabbing her face to bring her in for a kiss as he kicked the door closed. Getting caught up in everything, Katie started to thread her hands underneath his shirt, feeling his taut back muscles. His hands move up her dress to the zipper.
“W-wait,” Katie pulled back. 
Will pressed his forehead to hers, “Sorry, I didn’t mea-”
“No, no it’s ok. I…uh…I just need to use the bathroom,” she chuckled. “I’m so fucking lame.”
“Oh. Well yeah, go ahead. I can, uh, I can wait for you here.” He motioned to her couch.
“Ugh sorry, stupid bladder,” Katie whined. “I’ll be right back.” She gave him a quick peck before she rushed down the hallway to her bedroom. 
Will sat down on the couch, trying to not get his hopes up. He wondered if maybe this was a ploy for her to change into something else, the thought of which made his dick twitch. 
She probably actually has to use the bathroom. He chastised himself. 
He felt his phone buzz.
Benny: Just made it home. I see you aren’t here so hope it’s going well. I won’t wait up 😉
“Fuckin Benny,” Will shook his head.
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Katie rushed through the door of her bathroom quickly pulling down her underwear as she sat down to pee. She almost instantly felt a cramp. 
You have got to be fucking kidding me. 
When she wiped she saw what she had been dreading - blood. 
It would be my goddamn luck to be about to hook up with a hot guy and I get my period. Fuuuuck.
She froze a bit unsure what to do before ducking into her walk-in closet, closing the door, and pulling out her phone.
C’mon, pick up.
“I’m kind of mad you’re calling me this early in the night,” Megan said as she picked up the phone.
“Meg, fuck, you aren’t going to fucking believe this,” Katie whispered. “I got my period.”
“Oh shit. Where are you?”
“I’m in my closet, I told him I had to go to the bathroom. I started feeling crampy on the way home and I didn’t want him doing anything before I confirmed. Ugh, this sucks.”
“Ok, ok, hmmm. Let’s think about this. First of all, Will is super sweet so he’s totally going to understand. Do you want him to leave? Need me to fake an emergency or something?”
“No, no you don’t need to do that. I mean, I don’t know how he feels about this kind of stuff. But I’m definitely not trying to do anything tonight.”
“Katie. The man is almost 40, he lived with a woman before. I think he knows what a period is. Just tell him, I know he’ll understand.”
“Ugh, I can’t believe this is happening. It wasn’t supposed to come for another few days.”
“There’s a joke there somewhere, but I know you’re stressed so I won’t say it.”
“I can’t fucking stand you,” Katie laughed as Megan cracked up on the other end of the phone. “Ugh, I've been gone for a while, so let me go out there. Poor guy is probably thinking I snuck out of a window or something.”
“Well, good luck, not that you need it. The guy is totally into you. I’m sure he’s down to cuddle or grab a boob or something.”
“Bye!” Katie hung up the phone, popped in a tampon and scampered back out to the living room where Will was sitting with his eyes closed, legs wide as he rested his head on the back of the couch.
“Psst. Did you fall asleep on me?” Katie whispered.
Will squinted an eye open and smirked. “I would never fall asleep on you.”
Katie laughed as she came over to Will, standing between his legs with her hands on his shoulders as his hands trailed up her legs and under her dress. “So…I have some bad news.”
“What’s that?” He scrunched his face, bringing his hands back to rest on his thighs.
“I…uh…” Katie sat down next to him. “Shit this is going to sound presumptuous…but, um, I wasn’t sure if you were trying to…ugh.” She brought her head into her hands.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I do something to make you uncomfortab-”
“I’m on my period.” Katie blurted out, cutting WIll off. 
He looked from side to side, confused. “Ohhhhkay. And what’s the problem?”
“I…uh, well, I wasn’t sure if you wanted…I…”
“Hey! It’s ok,” he rubbed her back. “Are you feeling ok?”
She shook her head, “No, I'm starting to feel some cramps.”
“D-do you want me to leave? Or go get you something?”
“No, I…do you want to leave?”
“N-no. Whatever you want. I’m cool to just chill.”
“Really? You aren’t mad?”
“Mad? No. I just want to hang out with you…I mean, obviously I want to do more, but I can wait.” 
They looked eyes and Katie was overcome and pressed her lips to Will’s. “You are so fucking sweet you know that?" Will blushed. “You ok if we watch a movie?”
“Yeah, that’s fine with me.”
“Ok cool, I’m going to throw some sweats on. Just put on whatever, I don’t care,” she handed him the remote and walked to her room to change.
When she came back she saw Will rummaging through her freezer, finding a pint of ice cream, and moving to get a couple of spoons. Katie smiled to herself at how at ease Will looked in her space.
“Ah, there you are. This ok?” He held up the ice cream and spoons. “Wasn’t sure if you were an ice cream girl or a chocolate girl.”
“Ice cream is fine, Will, thank you,” She smiled as she sat on the couch, curling up in a blanket. 
Will sat in the corner of her couch and Katie scooched over to cuddle into his chest. He wrapped one arm around her, rubbing up and down her shoulder. She held the pint for both of them to eat as they watched a superhero movie. Frankly, Katie wasn’t able to concentrate on the screen, she was giddy over what was happening in real life. Will taking care of her, giving her a shoulder to rest on as they enjoyed a quiet night at home. She made a mental note to repay him when she felt a little better.
Katie’s eyes started to get heavy and Will heard her slightly snoring. She looked so sweet when she was sleeping. He felt bad waking her up, but he couldn’t let her sleep on the couch. 
“Hey, Katie,” he whispered, caressing the side of her face. 
She leaned into his touch, “Hmm? Shit, did I fall asleep?”
“Yeah, sweetheart you did. Here let’s get you to bed ok?”
“Can you come with me?”
“W-what?”
“Can you stay?”
Will felt his face get warm, “Y-you want me to?” Katie gave a sleep nod. “Ok, yeah. Um, here let me lock up and clean this stuff up and I’ll meet you okay?”
“‘Kay,” Katie got up and stretched before trudging down the hallway.
Will made quick work of checking all of the doors and windows and rinsed their spoons in the sink before heading to Katie’s room.
When he walked in, she was slipping into bed under the covers. 
“Um, i-is, is it ok if I get out these?” He motioned to his jeans.
“Yea, however you’re comfortable, Will,” she said half asleep already.
A/N: Hope you liked seeing a few different storylines take more shape. I know some of you may have questions about Santi’s night. The chapter was getting long and frankly nothing of consequence happened with him anyway, Melissa and the boys go out and have a fun night. I may do a little deleted scene sometime because writing David makes me laugh. Also, I know some have shipped Benny and Megan. I don’t want to play spoiler, but they are just friends. But don’t worry, romance is in both of their futures.
Will got down to his boxer briefs, leaving his jeans, shirt, and socks on the floor near the bed. He got into the bed facing Katie, who had her back to him. Once he was fully under the covers, Katie shuffled back towards him. Their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces as he draped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. She could feel his breath which lulled her to sleep. Will took a deep breath and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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aclowntiny · 11 months
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Carnival Dates With Seventeen!
Gender neutral reader! Bro at the slightest provocation I will write one shots for this because going to the carnival??? Way too cute 🥲
S.Coups
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♡ ‘So, what do you want to do first?’ A simple question, yet the care with which he asks it & the fondness of his expression as he does have your heart beating a bit faster.
♡ He’s willing to follow your lead all day, but you guys get a good alternation of activities going, following the bustle of your atmosphere well.
♡ Seungcheol tries the test your strength game where you hit the target with the hammer, trying to ring the bell, & of course he does 😌 & looks over at you immediately with a big eager smile like ‘was that cool?’ PLEASE HYPE HIM UP
♡ Your date gets a little interrupted as you guys find a lost little girl wandering tearfully between the cotton candy & churro stands, Seungcheol kneeling down to ask her if she can remember what her mom was wearing. ‘P-purple,’ the little girl, who couldn’t have been more than three or four, sobs. ‘Well that’s easy! I’ll find her soon, I promise.’ You guys tag team, you buying her a small plushie to return her smile & Seungcheol finding a woman in a purple dress who happily runs to her daughter, thanking you profusely. Afterward, your boyfriend begins to apologize for the interruption, but quickly stops when he sees your shining eyes. ‘Don’t be.’ ‘We make a pretty good team, don’t we?’
♡ The whole encounter leaves him feeling extra soft & affectionate, wanting to spend some time just strolling under the lights holding your arm & pulling you closer until his head is practically resting over yours. You feel him place a kiss to the crown of your head, smiling & turning upward for a second one ☺️
Jeonghan
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♡ All the games the carnival has to offer turn immediately into a betting ground for Jeonghan, who leans up close to you, batting his eyelashes & saying if you beat him he’ll give you a kiss 👀
♡ You lose, naturally, but he gives you a kiss anyway for your good efforts. Pinches your cheeks as he gives you the prizes he’s won 😊
♡ 'We have to go on the bumper cars, (y/n)!' You take him up on the challenge, leaving a bunch of other patrons confused as they casually putter through the rink why there's two people driving as fast as humanly possible, very aggressively turning & bumping only into each other. Eh, they're laughing though, everyone thinks, so they just let you have your fun.
♡ Oh, boy, do NOT say anything at the accessory & knickknack stalls is cute unless you want Jeonghan to try buying it for you. You have a generous boyfriend ok???
♡ All the running around makes him tired though...if only there was a ride that you could sit on for a long time & relax.... Jeonghan keeps trying to get you to slow down, selling the idea more & more until you realize... he's trying to get you to suggest going on the Tunnel of Love ride because he wants to hear you say it. Finally you relent, rolling your eyes as he immediately teases you about how you must really be in love with him then. You may agree or tease him back, but either way it's too late, you've got a giddy Jeonghan on your hands. Plus he's right, like who doesn't want to sit & smooch in some air conditioning after a long crowded day??? 👀
Joshua
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♡ Before the two of y’all go anyyyyywheeeerrrrree, Joshua is making sure you have sunscreen on. Nothing is happening to you on his watch, not even a little sunburn!
♡ Anything you might need gets thrown in his bag in fact; it’s so adorable you can’t even bring yourself to tease him for bringing a bag just to a carnival day.
♡ Once you’re situated, though, that’s when Josh can let his crazy side out a little 😌 he’s taking you on a roller coaster just so you guys can yell funny stuff at the top of the hill & practically giving you a heart attack sneaking up behind you in the hall of mirrors. But he makes up for it by falling into you & turning the scare into a back hug!
♡ Joshua is the type to want to experience it all with you, not a single stone unturned. You guys will manage to cram in every ride, but it won’t feel overwhelming because he’s efficient about it 😌
♡ You guys end the night in the Tunnel of Love where he takes your hand & asks if he can kiss you 🥰
Jun
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♡ He gets so excited, taking your hand & interlocking your fingers before running through all the stands & rides 🥺
♡ ‘Let’s get ice cream!’ ‘Maybe we should get the tilt-a-whirl out of the way first?’ ‘Good point. Let’s go on the tilt-a-whirl.’ *Jun proceeds to slightly regret going on the tilt-a-whirl*
♡ You jokingly put an ear headband from one of the accessory stalls on his head, but he wears it proudly, doing a matching pose that you think is so cute you end up taking a ton of selfies together. Jun ends up buying them & wearing them with you for the rest of the day! Every time he looks over at you on a ride with a big wide sunshiney grin on your face, he can't help but boop your nose!
♡ Ok, rides over, ice cream time! The person making the sundaes can't help but laugh as Jun excitedly adds more & more to your shared treat with wide, childlike eyes.
♡ Any excuse to be corny, Jun takes it. 'You've got some chocolate syrup there.' 'Where?' *smooch* right there 😏
Hoshi
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♡ Fair warning: he is going to want to drag you onto every huge roller coaster, so hope you like those rides or are willing to wait for him on them 🎢
♡ He also becomes DEAD SET on winning you a plushie, but not just any plushie, a tiger one of course 😌 before he gives it to you, he holds it up to face him & gives it a stern talking to about how it should protect you…but also not steal all your cuddles because those are his 😤🥺
♡ There’s a live band going by the food area, so once you’re done with your meal he takes your hand, leading you onto a patch of open grass to dance. He spins you so fast, you joke that you don’t need to go on the teacups anymore!
♡ Y’all two goofballs joke about doing the Lady & the Tramp scene with a churro, but then of course you actually try it. You can’t even get halfway through because you’re laughing too hard, just splitting the churro like normal people.
♡ Besides, he wanted to save the kiss for the top of the roller coaster anyway >:( that way it’s nice & dramatic at that highest-hill pause, you guys feeling up with the clouds & a bunch of tension you need to release. It’s so worth your priceless expression of shock & the way your smile widens into a shout of laughter, your hand reaching to squeeze Soonyoung’s as you make the next tight turn.
Wonwoo
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♡ Wonwoo manages to put a unique twist on such a timeless classic of an experience, spreading out a blanket in between some of the grody plastic tables in the eating area so you guys can sit on the grass instead, all your little dishes of street food suddenly becoming a picnic.
♡ There’s a stall where you can paint a little keepsake sign, so you guys stop there to have something you made together as a memento for the day ☺️
♡ You did a combo of both of your favorite colors, unaware but pleasantly surprised how complimentary they are. ‘One last thing, don’t forget,’ Wonwoo tells you. ‘What’s that?’ ‘The date, so we’ll never forget when this was.’ Simple words, but they tug in your heart nonetheless.
♡ I hope you weren’t expecting Wonwoo to let you win any carnival games…he does not 😔 he can’t help himself being good at games & watching you pout when you lose is just too cute. Somehow, you can’t stay mad at his mischievous little smile. Maybe you aren’t the only adorable one in the relationship!
♡ The only time you get to win a game is when you distract him with a kiss & Wonwoo.exe stops working 😌😌😌
Woozi
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♡ There's just something magical about Jihoon that makes even the noise, lights, & bustle of a busy carnival draped in every color of the rainbow feel intimate.
♡ Maybe it's the way he tries to ignore the crowds, looking almost pointedly at you & only you. Maybe it's the way he prepares your funnel cake for you exactly how you like it, pouring your drink for you as if it were wine at a fancy restaurant.
♡ He even lets you bring him onto the merry-go-round, just shaking his head with exasperation at the things he gets into because of you. Besides, he gets to take some cute pictures of you smiling back at him & reaching for his hand 🥰
♡ Y’all have tons of fun on the teacups, your boyfriend receiving relentless teasing about how strong he is when he turns the wheel so fast. He gets so flustered your spinning slows down & you have to pick up some slack 🥺
♡ At the end of the night, you guys take a series of selfies under a light up sign shaped like a heart, one where Jihoon has his arm around you, one where your hands are making a heart, & one where you pull him in for a surprise kiss, pleased smile just starting to form on his face 😉
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♡ He will go on ANY ride you really want to, but warning: may squeeze your hand super duper tight & scream a lot.
♡ 'Should we get our faces painted?' 'Do you want to risk what would happen with a stage if you can't rinse it off?' 'Alright, that's actually a great point. You're so smart 🥺'
♡ Suddenly Seokmin gasps, all but startling you as he yanks you forward towards some stall or another. '(y/n), look!' WIN A GOLDFISH, the big sign reads. 'You want one?' You giggle. 'Yes, look at the little black one, he's so cute!' What can you say, your boyfriend's joy is infectious.
♡ He makes the most hilarious overly serious expression before a simple ring toss that that alone has you in stitches, but he's actually a great shot; his second throw is perfect, winning him the fish of his dreams. 'What should we name him?' 'Lee Seokmin The Second.' 'Do we look alike?' *holds up bag to his head & does fish lips*
♡ Logistics of a goldfish joining your date were not considered, thus Seokmin Junior requires a bit of juggling, getting set down on tables numerous times when your boyfriend decides it's time for an impromptu carnival music dance or to gently place a headband he found on you to see how cute it looks. He actually apologizes out loud to the fish before setting him down to cup your face & kiss you, leaving you smiling into it.
Mingyu
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♡ Insists on trying the test your strength game part 2. Slams the hammer so quickly you have to jump back, chuckling at your giant puppy of a boyfriend's eagerness.
♡ The bell rings, of course, earning Mingyu his pick of a whole slew of plushies. He chooses the one that's your favorite color with a grin.
♡ After that the pair of you try an assortment of the finger foods from a few different stalls, Mingyu feeding you from his own dish. As he watches your eyes turn upward in pleasure at the amazing taste, he vows to find the recipe for all your favorite things & make them for you at home!
♡ Please don't try to make him go on all the scary rides :(((( just no loop-de-loops or drop towers ok? In fact, just enjoy the comedy of all his reactions to simply watching other people get sent down the drop tower.
♡ But it's ok, he decides to try out the swing ride, which is a little nerve-wracking with the heights, but not too bad when he gets to reach across & hold your hand. Benefits of being tall 😌 the moment you get off the ride he pretends like he thought he wasn't going to see you again so he can put on a whole dramatic act & kiss you like a movie hero hehe
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♡ You guys beeline for the caricature stand because what better way to remember the day by? 😌 the artist is really nice & respectful too, not one of the ones that makes an insulting ‘joke’ picture, just a cute cartoon of you & Minghao!
♡ Passing by some of the games, you see one of those semi-creepy mannequin fortune teller guys seated in his little glass prison. ‘He’s kind of scary, isn’t he?’ Minghao comments. ‘Yeah,’ you agree, shudder melting into a grin, ‘let’s try it!’ ‘I don’t believe it’s accurate or anything.’ ‘Neither do I, but just for fun!’
♡ 'True love eternal will find its way to you soon.'
The paper spat out by the box reads. 'You know what?' The corners of your mouth turn upward as Minghao takes the paper from your hand, fingers brushing yours with every bit of electricity as the first time. 'I think I do believe it.'
♡ Next stop: the hall of mirrors! You go in fully expecting to just laugh at how silly & distorted you & Minghao look, but your boyfriend utilizes the blur to take some actually legitimately cool pictures, too, like the artist he is 🤩
♡ The picture he takes in a spot that casts endless repeated reflections is his favorite, the frame filled with the image of him & the person he loves most joined in a kiss reminding him of the way you occupy his mind.
Seungkwan
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♡ He makes friends with a baby the lady in front of you in line is holding, playing with him the entire time you two are waiting for the spinning cups. He’s actually lowkey sad when they get separated 🥺
♡ You guys laugh your heads off on the teacup ride though, you insisting on spinning it as fast as humanly possible as he tries to keep up, totally contrasting the way he shouts warnings to stop.
♡ As you stroll through the show of lights & colors, Seungkwan glances down shyly; you notice, the smile you give him encouraging enough for him to muster his courage & take your hand, fingers intertwining perfectly with yours.
♡ He keeps putting off going in the ferris wheel until suddenly the stars are out & it’s all he wants to do. He was saving it for one special moment, something he’s always dreamed of doing.
♡ You lean closer into him, for though the night’s not so cold, as you reach the top the breeze chills slightly. Stealing a glance reveals a look of soft, joyous admiration on Seungkwan’s face, & you matching it is all it takes for him to close the gap between you two, his lips meeting yours as you reach the highest point, closest to the stars.
Vernon
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♡ ‘How’d they manage to deep-fry those?’ ‘I don’t know, but I dare you to try one.’ ‘Only if you do!’ ‘You’re on.’
♡ You guys load up on way too much carnival food to do any roller coasters right away, so instead you decide to chill for a while in the petting zoo. Sure, you & Vernon are the only adults beside one dad, but you don't care. All that matters is petting an alpaca, which you get to do 😌
♡ Spending time there also grants you the opportunity to get the most adorable pictures of your boyfriend ranging from him surrounded & almost getting knocked over by a slew of baby goats that realized he had food or one of him holding a sweet fluffy little white lamb 🥺
♡ Y’all also go in the haunted house, AKA the perfect place to see Vernon’s hilarious reactions to the jumpscares. Beyond that, he’s actually pretty calm, so you guys sort of just end up admiring what they’ve done with the place DHCGXVSGXDHSRDVY
♡ Once you finally do go on a roller coaster, his hair gets all messed up from the wind & you tease him about it, but reach your hands up to fix it. He just looks at you with heart eyes until you’re done, your hands slowly dropping until he catches them. When you look up, that’s when he leans in to connect your lips.
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♡ Wants to play allllll of the games! So of course you guys have some loving competition 😌 the bet is that whoever wins more games gets to direct the rest of the evening, so if there's anything that seems scary, well there's some incentive!
♡ Oh? What's that? Scary you say??? That's right, Chan challenges you to a walkthrough of the haunted house too. No bets, just to see who gets more scared. At least that's what he claims, but what he really wants is to 'protect' you & have an excuse to hold you.
♡ So even if you don't seem all that scared, he's draping an arm around your shoulders going 'You're so frightened, aren't you? Don't worry 😏' shhhh just let him have this.
♡ He didn't let you win any of the games anyway, nope, so he gets to control what you do! This advantage is used to force you to let him spoil you 😈 for example, when your feet start hurting he insists on carrying you. 'Nope, no buts, I'm the winner remember 😌'
♡ As you guys leave, you still clinging onto Chan, hands around his neck, he stops, pulling you into a nice little corner where the lights still barely reach, illuminating the lines of your boyfriend's face as he turns you around in his hold. Fireworks go off- literally- as you kiss, the carnival launching off bursts of color into the sky right as your lips meet.
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moodreaderlesbian · 1 year
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Hey, I'm so sorry to bother you but I was wondering if there is going to be a ' I Know You Get Scared' part two, with Miranda Hilmarson? I love your blog and fics by the way, you're so talented! <3
Hi!! You are not bothering at all, and I thank you greatly for your kind words. I am delighted to report that here I am, delivering part two to you and to everyone who asked. I hope you all enjoy it as much as you did part one. It's a little more hurt/comfort type, but this is how I found it fitting. Also, don't ask why breastfeeding because I don't know. I was severely sleep deprived when I thought of this, and I just went with it.
I Know You Get Scared pt. 2
Miranda Hilmarson x wife!reader
request criteria ׂׂૢ masterlist ׂׂૢ I Know You Get Scared pt. 1
summary: It's been about a month since Reader and Miranda’s baby girl was born, and Auntie Robin pays them a visit.
word count: 3.1k
warnings: breastfeeding struggles, mentions of loss and Miranda being shot, hurt/comfort
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Waking up at 6 AM is instinctual by now. Just like midnight. And 2 AM. And of course, 4 AM, but then you don’t always manage to go back to sleep after.
Turning to pick your daughter up to feed you’re welcomed by an empty bassinet, though.
“Look, your mama’s awake.” You hear Miranda coo behind you. “And I think she’s looking for you.” She whispers softly.
You lazily turn to your other side, sleepily gazing at your wife as she rocks back and forth, Amelie in her arms.
“I wanted to get a glass of water, but she heard me and almost started crying, so I thought it’d be easier to keep her awake until you woke up.” She explains, her whispers lighter than feather. “We talked about you, didn’t we?” Her eyes don’t leave the little girl for a second as her slender finger gently traces the outline of her eyes and mouth. She is all smiles under Miranda’s careful touch.
Your wife is busy taking in every moment with Ami, her head swimming in that sweet new-born scent that’s been filling your bedroom eversince you arrived home from the hospital a few weeks ago.
“I’ll get your water and then we’ll feed. You can go back to sleep.” You say, legs already dangling off the bed as you speak. You’ve been dreading feeds for a while now, treading water until you couldn’t put them off any longer, afraid she’ll refuse to take your breast one of these days. She had a bad day once but you’ve been living in fear of it becoming a serious issue since. Miranda had tried to calm you, offering reassuring words and kisses, telling you everything would be fine even if formula was your only option but you heart still beats a little too fast when you think of the day. You cried yourself to sleep, clinging to Miranda, your fingernails leaving marks on her skin.
“You don’t have to. I can..” Miranda suggests but you’re already on your way to the kitchen. She would’ve preferred if you stayed in bed, knowing how anxious you’ve been about breastfeeding the past few days she’d been trying to get you to do a few minutes of skin to skin before feeds to help with your nerves. She read a blog about some mom who swore by the practice.
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She heard your muffled cries even with the duvet pulled over your head. You’d been sobbing for a while when she finally decided it was time to intervene because whatever was bothering you was clearly not letting you get your much needed rest.
“Y/n, are you quite alright?” She asked, joining you under the duvet, eyes searching for your face in the dark.
“No.” You admitted, your heart already feeling less heavy.
“Would you like to tell me what’s wrong?” She nudged gently, not wanting to force you to do anything you weren’t comfortable doing but desperately wanting to find out what was causing your pain.
You hesitated, you didn’t want Miranda to know what happened. You failed as a mother, and the guilt had taken over as you put Amelie down to sleep that night, but as the warmth of her body wrapped around you, the words spilt out of you at once. “She had trouble feeding this afternoon. She didn’t latch on no matter what I did. I’m so sorry, I know this makes me a terrible mom, but I gave up, and she went hungry for hours. She just kept crying and crying, and then I started crying too until she finally fell asleep. I’m sorry, please don’t hate me I know you don’t want to give her formula, but if I’m not good enough of a mom to breastfeed we’ll have to consider other options.” Your sobs turned into loud cries, you were chocking on air as Miranda pulled you closer to herself.
Her lips started placing kisses all over the top of your head, she told you she had never meant to put so much pressure on you about breastfeeding. It was simply her own insecurities manifesting in overbearingness when she explained, over and over again, how much better breastfeeding was for babies’ immune systems. She reassured you that everything would be just fine if you had to switch to formula, either as an additional or sole source of nutrition because what mattered most was that you had a baby with a fully belly. She allowed you to cry, your tears soaked through her pyjama shirt, and your nails dug into the skin on her back a little too harshly but she didn’t care, she just kept holding you and repeating how amazing of a mother you were.
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Half asleep, you wait for a cup to fill with water, watching the clock tick on the wall. She’ll get fussy in two minutes. You slowly walk back to the bedroom, noticing the tranquillity of the early morning. Time seems to pass with much more care to your needs in these hours, giving you a chance to feel yourself breathe in and out as you walk the small distance between the two rooms. During the day everything is rushed, and time flies, but now it seems to have slowed down just for you.
“You really didn’t need to do this. I could’ve gone to get a glass myself.” Miranda mutters, her eyes still on little girl in her arms as you put her glass down.
You would do anything for her. She’d been your biggest supporter since you’d given birth. She spends her nights awake with you, getting up for every diaper change and feed even though you’d told her countless times she didn’t need to. From the moment you wake up until you go down for the night, she hangs on every word you say.
“I didn’t mind.” You smile softly.
She carefully places your daughter in your arms, but her immediate reaction to the sudden loss of contact with her mom, her body heat, her scent, and her comforting rocking is heartbreakingly loud cry. Miranda’s whole body shivers at the sound. She can take a lot. She’s tough when needs be, she’s been through some of shit at work, but this is worse. The sound of her baby crying doesn’t compare to any pain she’s ever experienced, not even being shot.
“She’s just hungry. You know that, Mir.” You say under your breath to calm your wife, running your free hand through her short blonde bob while you rock your whole body to calm Ami too. Lately, the two of you have been spending a lot of time trying to care for each other in new ways. Longing kisses and wandering hands turned into reassuring words the second your daughter was born. “You want to join us?” Your fingers massage her scalp, waiting to see the tension in her muscles release.
“Yeah..” She nods, beaming, her eyelids heavily closing against her best efforts to not look exhausted.
You settle down in the rocking chair opposite from your bed, watching Miranda sit down at your feet, elbows coming to rest on your knees as she props her head up in her hands.
The first few days, she didn’t even dare to be in the room when you were breastfeeding. Afraid she’d disturb the environment or distract Ami, she nervously paced in front of the bedroom door until you’d tell her you were finished. It took multiple attempts of convincing and quite a few expert written articles until she finally became comfortable joining you without any worries.
Miranda wanted to do everything perfectly, she’d gone through the nesting period twice so the second time she told herself she needed to be more thorough than before which meant reading every and any piece of literature she could find and consulting with all the professionals your midwife suggested you talk to if you felt you needed help. She was driving herself mad, and sometimes, the nightmares of losing her first baby returned, keeping her up throughout the night while she was still working. But it wasn’t something she liked to talk about, not even with you, so you never pushed it. She deserved more than anything to be able to leave that time in her life behind her if she wanted.
“Did Robin say when she was coming over?” You ask once Amelie latches on and you can finally breathe again. Waiting for the room to go quiet again was hell, praying to whatever entities might be out there was something you’ve never done before but now it helped put your mind at ease.
Your finger start drawing lazy circles on your daughter’s little feet to keep her awake. Another tip Miranda read after you admitted your fear half-asleep that night.
“I’m not sure..” Miranda answers, but a yawn escaping her lips cuts her off. “Should I ask her?” You shake your head. It doesn’t matter. You were just trying to make small talk to help with your nerves.
She keeps you talking and busy the whole time, asking about whatever crosses her mind, stroking your thighs, whispering sweet nothings, and doing everything in her power to help. Miranda is quite literally the most gentle person you’ve ever met, she’s got the most beautiful heart and she has so much love to give being the one she chose to love for the rest of her life can feel like a dream sometimes. Her slender fingers settle on your legs as you both fight to get your words out and stay awake until you’ve got a full, sleeping baby in your arms.
Finally standing up, she watches your steps as you put Ami back in her bassinet, her brows furrowing slightly when she lets out a small groan.
“She’s okay. Come on, let’s have something to eat.” You whisper, knowing her reaction to the sound all too well, even without having seen her face. You watch her grab the baby monitor from her own bedside table and follow you out the door, closing it behind herself.
You never liked the baby monitor, it’s creepy, and you’d much rather trust your instincts than keep a camera less than a metre away from your daughter’s face any time she is sleeping but Miranda insisted you get one. And you couldn’t blame her. How could you? She has lost a baby before, and her desperation to keep her eyes on your daughter at all times was perfectly understandable. She needed to see her, to watch over her. To protect her.
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The day passes like every other, without much routine so far you just call it as you see it. Breakfast, doing a load of laundry, lunch, packing the dishwasher, and getting the apartment in order to some extent are only a few of the things that the two of you manage to get done, interrupted by breastfeeding and diaper change breaks every few hours by the time you hear a knock on the door around 4 in the afternoon.
“Hey!” You smile at Robin when you open the door for her. She looks nervous, she was probably expecting Miranda to welcome her.
“Hi..” She says back, awkwardly playing with a leaf on the bouquet of flowers she’s holding in her hand. “Is this an okay time?” She asks, her eyes searching the room behind you.
“Of course. They’re just in the bedroom but they’ll be done pretty soon. Come in, make yourself at home.” You urge the brunette, still smiling. Miranda’s told you she wasn’t the most comfortable around babies and kids but maybe this time it was you who intimidated her, she didn’t know you too well and it took her a while to find some common ground with people.
You ask her if she wants a coffee while she hovers around the kitchen, studying the pictures of your daughter on the fridge.
“Miranda printed those a few days ago. I don’t know how it’s possible that we already have that many pictures of her.” You say, smiling to yourself as you watch her observe each and every photo.
“She’s beautiful.. I brought these for her..” She mumbles, her eyes falling to the flowers she’s holding as you hand her a mug. “Now I’m realising I probably should’ve brought something more baby friendly.. Sorry.” She laughs awkwardly, holding the bouquet out for you.
“She's only 4 weeks old, she really doesn’t need much. These are perfect thank you. They are Miranda’s favourites but I’m assuming you already knew that.” She just nods, her eyes wandering around the room to avoid the uncomfortable eye contact that she knows would follow. She brought the same flowers to Miranda’s hospital room a few years ago.
Her relationship with Miranda has always been a mystery to you since she’s a very private person, and your wife doesn’t like sharing things about her out of respect. “Would you like to sneak a look at them?” You suggest, needing her to know she’s not just a friend you invited over, she’s one of the most important people in Miranda’s life and she had been so excited for her to finally see Amelie.
“Are you sure she won’t mind?” Robin asks, slowly sipping her coffee to hide her hesitation. She had seen Miranda lose her first baby. She was there when it all happened, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it, the guilt was real on her side. She promised her partner everything would be okay, but she failed her. She would understand if Miranda didn’t want her around this time.
“Of course not. Come on.” You reply, leading her to the bedroom door that’s cracked open just enough for you to glance inside.
The two of you watch them in silence. Miranda is holding Ami to her chest, her tiny figure appears even smaller in her mom’s hold. Her lips are moving, but she’s too quiet for you to be able to hear what she’s saying. If heaven existed, it wouldn’t surprise you if this was it.
Your daughter and Miranda have a bond that is simply unexplainable. She never cries in Miranda’s arms, never. Not even when she got her first shots or when she is hungry. You’d never mention it without her bringing it up first, but you always had a feeling your daughter had much more of Miranda in her than she did of you. She came from your egg, but her soul was completely from her mom.
From the second you found out you were expecting it was as if everything went better with Miranda around. Morning sickness wasn’t as bad when she was stroking your back, on your sleepless nights when Miranda would whisper sweet pleas to your belly, asking your daughter to allow you to get a good night’s sleep she stopped moving around and when you were giving birth Miranda’s strong grip on your hand helped you through more contractions than you thought was possible.
She was the first to hold your daughter, you told the doctors in advance that no matter what she said and how she fought them, saying you needed to bring her to your chest right away, she needed to be the first. You were too exhausted to care if you needed to wait a few minutes. The first few hours after the birth were blurry to you anyway. But not to Miranda. She needed to feel her baby, to have her in her arms, to know that she was there and okay. She needed closure.
Your eyes meet your smiling wife’s and right after noticing you, her gaze finds Robin too and the smile on her face pulls ever wider. Most people can’t even smile as wide as she is smiling at that moment.
“Look my little angel, it’s your Auntie Robin.” She says when she has finally joined you just outside the bedroom door, positioning Amelie on her chest so that her beautiful little face is turned towards Robin. The woman doesn’t dare to move. Her eyes are practically plastered onto your little girl in Miranda’s arms, and she would fight you if you ever mentioned it to her, but a single tears rolls down her face.
“Hello tiny one.” The brunette mumbles, leaning in just a little closer to Miranda. “You’re so pretty.” Her eyes move up to Miranda’s face and when their gazes meet your wife slowly but surely moves Ami away from her chest, offering a chance for Robin to hold your little girl. “Are you sure this is okay?” Robin asks in a panicked voice.
“Yes, I’m sure. Arms out, please.” Miranda instructs, not leaving the decision up to the brunette. She follows her orders, carefully watching as Miranda hands Amelie over to her and folds her arms around her tiny figure. “I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.”
Your wife presses a small kiss onto your lips as she passes you by, grabbing your hand on the way and pulling you away from Robin and your daughter.
“She never got to hold Mary like this. I want to give her some time.” She whispers as the two of you come to sit down at the kitchen table. She sits first and pulls you down into her lap.
Robin is stuck in her place, only daring to move her upper body a little when Amelie starts squirming in her arms.
“Is this all you hoped it would be?” You ask, running your fingers through your wife’s blonde hair to get the loose strands out of her face.
“It’s even better.” She smiles back contently, eyes glancing over your shoulder to sneak a look at Robin before you gently turn her face back towards you. If she wants Robin to enjoy the moment, she needs to stop checking on her every few seconds.
“I was thinking maybe it’s not such a bad thing we have a friend living right across the hall from us.. It might come in handy sometime..” You whisper, your lips teasingly close to hers to take her mind off Robin.
“You can’t possibly be talking about what I think you’re talking about.” Her eyes go wide, and a pink blush spreads across her milky white cheeks. She can barely keep the giggle forming on her lips back.
“I don’t know what your dirty little mind is thinking, Hilmarson, but I was thinking about getting to take a nap in the afternoon.” You state matter-of-factly while your fingers snake under her shirt, hands settling on her abdomen.
“Right. Yes. A nap. Um-hum.. Totally..” Miranda struggles to get her words out, gulping as she fights to avoid eye contact with you, hoping to hide how flustered you made her.
Robin’s voice brings both of you back to reality, leaving your wife crimson-cheeked as she tilts her head to look at the brunette.
“I might need a hand here..” The woman says, still standing in the same place. “She’s about to slip out..”
Quickly rising from Miranda’s lap, you allow her to handle your whining daughter who’s really almost managed to escape Robin’s arms and poor terrified Robin who was on the verge of tears as she felt the little girl starting to move around more than she expected her to.
“You little runaway, what did you do to your Auntie Robin? Scaring her like that wasn’t too nice, was it?” And just like that, Ami's all smiles and giggles again.
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juiles · 1 year
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My world in my arms
Summary: just a pure fluff shot with accidently (but happy) ScarLizzie in it. You finish set early while filming Black Widow with your mom and you go home to have a girls night.
Type: fluff, fluff and more fluff.
Age: 16
Triggers: a little mention of blood at first but other than that nothing.
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Scarletts POV
I watched as y/n preformed the same stunt she had been doing for the last 5 years. I know she is golden at it but that can’t stop the nagging at my brain as she was raised on the platform. “Remember kid! Do the flip and land in Natasha’s pose then pull a Yelena and stand up shaking it off making a face.”
“Yeah I know Joe. I’ve only been doing this for the last 5 years.” She yelled out rolling her eyes shifting so only I could see her.
“Young lady!” I yelled out making her cover her mouth with a little smirk chuckling. The Russo brothers called out action and she did her normal flip however before she could land today, her hand slipped and got trapped against her harness so when she went to catch herself, she stumbled forward and smashed her face against a prop rock. Her body was shaking and she wasn’t moving which scared me, making both me and Lizzie (who had joined us on set today) ran over to her but before we could get very far, her head popped up and she was laughing.
“You little shit!” I called out plopping down beside her pulling her chin up to face me.
“Your nose is bleeding dumbass.” Lizzie said casually sitting on her other side. “Y/n are you ever going to not be clumsy?” She asked raising an eyebrow making me let out a bark of a laugh making both of them turn to face me. “What?”
“You can’t say shit about being clumsy Elizabeth Olsen.” I motioned to her before she blushed slightly and rolled her eyes. The medic sat down in front of y/n and did a quick check on her nose telling us she can clean off the blood and she’ll be fine.
“Hear that mom?” She smirked over at me as the medic handed me pack of wipes. “What! No! I can clean my own face! Mommy!!!!!!!” She whined crossing her arms with a pout.
“Clearly not.” I said motioning to her current position. “Also, you still got hurt and I’m still your mama. I will always clean you up when you get hurt.” That made Lizzie coo and my daughter blush under the wipe that I was currently using to clean up her blood.
“Mama….” She whined as I hit her nose softly by accident. “That hurt…”
“Almost done baby…” I cooed placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Once she’s cleaned and changed out of her costume I think you two should take the day off. We’ll get the suit drycleaned and ready for tomorrow morning to try that shot again.” Joe said crouching down in front of my 16 year old. “That trick has been done a million times kid. What got you today?”
“My hand caught on the wire… I guess I’m just tired…” She shrugged. “Finals are kicking me in the ass.”
“Language.” I said as I pulled away shoving all the wipes into a bag that an assistant had handed me.
“Alright Capsicle.” She said casually as she stood up from her position without missing a beat.
“You know what Romanoff?” I said with a smirk making her give me an identical smirk back.
Lizzie and Joe who were used to our antics merely rolled their eyes shaking their heads. “Alright mama. I’m gonna change then I’ll meet you at the car?” I nodded and she turned to run off before she stopped and turned to face us with a grin. “We get to see Rosie earlier than expected!!!! We can have a girls night!!!” She squealed before running off.
I laughed shaking my head before turning to talk to Joe about the last minute changes then turned to grab my purse from my seat. Lizzie walking beside me. “You joining us for a girls night?” I ask searching through my nag for my keys.
“You sure?” Lizzie asked hesitantly.
I just laughed shaking my head. “Duh. Rose would love to have her Lizzie there. Itll be a proper girls night.” I said making Lizzie’s face break into a giant grin and she nodded quickly. “I would love to!!”
We walked towards the car and before we even got to touch the door handle we hear a voice calling out. “Mama!!” My daughter called out skipping towards me. “Can Lizzie join us? And can we stop at Target and get snaaaaaaaaaaacks?? I have my wallet.” She pulled her wallet out of her pants pickets with a shit eating grin on her face. I laughed nodding.
“I already invited Lizzie, I figured you and Rose would want her there. Of course we can stop at the store bubba.” My kid flung the back door opened and climbed in before grabbing the aux cord and plugged her phone in. “Lets goo. Car ride with the best DJ!” She said dancing a little. I laughed getting in the drivers seat as Lizzie slid into the passenger seat. I started the car and backed out of the set. I drove on to the highway and made my way towards the exit that’s got the Target closest to our house and my kid started playing music.
She put on what she claims to be her “Feel Good Songs” playlist which contains a bunch of upbeat songs from the 2000’s and earlier. My kid has good music taste and I’m quite proud of her. As we pulled into target, we all got out putting baseball caps and sunglasses on before making our way towards the store and once inside, we made our way to the snack aisle and before I could say a word, y/n was already digging through a pile of candy bags before pulling out a bag and holding it up with a grin.
“I found them mama!” She declared, her green eyes seeming to shine. “I found the Mike and Ikes!” Can we get some M&M’s too?” She asked with the biggest pout on her face. I only laughed and shook my head before nodding.
“Yes bubs. Pick out your m&m’s.” I motioned to the chocolate section and she instantly turned around. Lizzie and I quickly grabbed what we wanted before the three of us moved to the aisle with the chips and the pop. We all grabbed what we wanted, y/n picking out Roses as well as the two would happily share the candy and chocolate.
We walked to the till but something caught y/n’s eye making her stop, turning to look at it making me stop and eye what it is. “Something you like there bubba?” She bit her lip before glancing down at the treats in her hand before she shook her head and looked up at me with a small smile.
 “I’m good mama. Shall we go get our treats and go have our girls night?” She said before walking towards the till again. I turned and my eyes landed on what she was looking at. A black marvel blanket, but this one was different, it had my symbol, but it also had the Scarlett Witch symbol and her characters. That was it, just the three of us, something that we never saw.
I grabbed it with a small smirk and made my way to the tills, we all scanned our items before I scanned the blanket, y/n’s eyes widening. “Wait. But it was like 80 bucks! I couldn’t ask for that! The treats are enough mama.” She said with a soft but sad smile.
“I’m buying it bub. I can see why you like it and its massive, we can all cuddle under it tonight before it moves to your room.” Her face lit up and she threw herself into my arms repeating thank you over and over again.
I laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead and paid the items before we all walked back towards the car, luckily we weren’t noticed at all so we we’re able to get in the car and head home. We pulled into the house, y/n ran inside after grabbing her bag, the bag with her and Rose’s treats and the blanket. I got inside after grabbing my belongings and locking the car. Liz grabbed her stuff and as we got inside I thanked the babysitter, paid her and made sure her car was safely out of the driveway.
I hadn’t been greeted by my youngest yet I knew she was okay because I heard her squeals in the living room along with my eldest and Lizzies. I walked in and plopped down next to my youngest who was staring at the blanket in awe. I coughed slightly making her turn to face me and squaled. “MAMA!!” She threw herself into my arms and I laughed hugging her tightly. “Y/n/n said we’re gonna have a girls night!” She said bouncing after pulling away.
I laughed and nodded with a grin. “Y/n/n got a little hurt on set so Joe let us go early so we decided to have a girls night!”
After that we all settled down beside each other, y/n sitting between me and Lizzie, Rose cuddled up onto her lap. I pulled out snacks and we all dug in after Lizzie pulled the new blanket over the four of us. Y/n turned on Disney+ and turned on The Little Mermaid, knowing it was Rose’s favourite making the younger girl squeal. I laughed and we all settled in for the night.
After plenty of junk and a few Disney movies I looked around and noticed all three of the girls around me asleep. I just smiled softly, placing soft kisses on all their heads and turned the tv off before settling in. Loving my world in my arms.
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nebulablakemurphy · 8 months
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Way Down We Go (Part 1)
Daryl x Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/N and Daryl follow a dead end that leads them to wash up on the shores of France. While their daughter takes an impromptu trip to the big city, in hopes of saving her childhood friend.
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Word comes in the evening, Maggie was raided. They took all the grain, supplies and Hershel.
“What do you mean they took him?” Carol says, keeping her voice down, so that her granddaughter doesn’t catch wind.
“Exactly what I said, Carol. They scaled our walls and took my son.” Maggie hisses, through gritted teeth. She hasn’t slept in days, hardly in the mood for small talk. Dog comes trotting down the stairs to say hello. “Where’s Y/N?” That’s why she’s here.
“She and Daryl had a lead, wasn’t supposed to be this long of a run but…”
“How long’ve they been gone?”
“Two weeks,” Carol admits, “going on three.”
Maggie nods, “you’re here with Sophie?”
“Sophie’s here with Sophie.” The girl in question, waltzes into the room. Scaring the living shit out of both the older women. “I’m eighteen now, no more babysitters.”
“What about Dog?” Carol arches a brow. “If we’re going on a recon mission, we need a dog sitter.”
“What kind of recon mission?” Sophie wonders. Is it my parents?
“Hershel was taken,” Maggie informs her. “I have a map, I’m gonna follow it. Stop for backup along the way.”
“I’m in.” Sophie waves a hand. “Let me run Dog over to Judith and grab my guns.”
Carol presses her lips together to conceal her grin. Her granddaughter is a piece of work, but she couldn’t be more proud.
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“I’m pregnant.”
Two little words changed Daryl’s life forever.
“Ya sure?” That’s all he can think to say at a time like this.
“Yeah.”
“We keepin’ it?”
“Would that be ok?” Y/N asks, wringing her hands.
“I’ll be here.” Daryl nods.
He wasn’t the type of person to fantasize about meeting someone, getting married or having kids; white picket fence didn’t seem like the life for him. He never believed in love, not really. The only kind he’d seen was violent, loud; a screaming match, a lash from a belt. Then suddenly love was real, and he was in it. With a girl who might’ve been more afraid to admit it than he was.
Y/N grew up watching her father beat the ever loving shit out of her mom, for the smallest of things. Sometimes, the things he was angry about had nothing to do with her. But Ed always found a way to justify it. Carol had Y/N fresh out of high school, she didn’t really have a choice but to stay with him. At least that’s what she thought back then. One daughter turned into two and she was stuck.
In a lot of ways, the whole apocalypse thing saved Carol. Saved her from who she was and who she was going to be if she didn’t get out.
“They say if you grow up with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house.” Y/N tells Daryl one night, out of the blue.
Daryl grunts, around a mouthful of food. “Let me know when ya find ‘em, I’ll kill ‘em.”
And that was it. Y/N let him in. Let him close. Daryl let her know him in a way no one else did, or ever would. She traced his scars, with careful fingertips. But her scars were harder to navigate, no telling when Daryl might skid across one he couldn’t see, buried deep beneath the surface of her heart.
Eventually he learned what was safe and what was off limits. The subjects she would broach with gritted teeth and tears in her eyes. Love scared her, terrified her even; but it was real and she was in it.
The second that little girl was in their arms, the world shifted. Anything and everything revolved around her.
“Daryl?” Y/N whispers, as not to wake him if he’s sleeping. It’s her watch and technically nothing has happened.
“Hmm?” His chest rumbles beneath her head.
“I think we need to keep moving.” She leans up slightly to stare down at him, on his back with one arm tucked under his head, in their makeshift bed.
“Sum’ happen?” He blinks at her.
“No, but something feels off.”
“Ya mean how they never got a straight answer ta nothin’, an’ more interested in where we came from than where we’re goin’?” He says, tapping restless fingers against her lower back.
“Yeah.” Y/N breathes, keeping their conversation private.
Daryl nods his agreement, “a’ight. We’ll head out in the mornin’.”
There’s rustling outside their sleeping quarters. A tarp strung up between two trees with a tore up sleeping bag underneath. The crunching of leaves, snap of a twig beneath the sole of a shoe. They’re not alone.
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Now this ‘backup’ they’re stopping for, is on a wanted poster. He looks the same as he did seven years ago, when he left. Negan.
“This is the backup?” Sophie scoffs, grabbing at the paper. “Wanted by the New Babylon Marshals, for murder… Must be a change of pace for him.”
“What do you mean?” Maggie asks, her eyes still trained on the road, as she presses down harder on the gas.
“Being wanted,” Sophie quips.
Carol lets out an involuntary chuckle.
Maggie does not seem as amused.
“What makes you think he can help anyway?”
“The men who took Hershel…they whistled. Just like he used to. Scaled our walls, stole from our rations, just like Negan. They know ‘em.” Maggie is sure of it.
Finding Negan is easier said than done. But eventually they track him down in some shady motel, behind a dive bar. Money isn’t worth much these days, but still, there are things that people want.
Negan runs, that’s what he’s good at. He’s got a girl with him, probably around Hershel’s age. They run them down on the side of the road. Maggie jumps out, holding a knife to his throat.
“Thought you were better on your feet.” Maggie remarks.
Negan only smiles, “good to see you too.”
“We need your help.” Sophie jumps out of the cab, wasting no time on whatever this is.
“Well I’ll be damned. Is that little Sophie?” Negan squints in her direction.
“Don’t call her that.” Carol brushes off her pants, “she’ll bite your head off.”
“Where’s the folks?” Negan asks.
“Out.” Sophie snaps.
“When the cat’s away, the mice will play. Huh?”
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ladybellissima · 5 months
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Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 37
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Looking how careful Katakuri was holding her daughter in his strong arms - Protective, secure, but still tight to have her close, the queen could see how much their daughter meant to him. It was the complete opposite, which they had in mind about this man. But to be honest the Charlotte family wasn't really a pleased one. On top, Katakuri wasn't a son in law type. More the warrior, who would beat you to a pulp.
"Look at that. Can you believe it?", the king spoke amused and opened his arms for his daughter to come. (Y/N) gave Katakuri a short kiss on his cheek, which let him gasp of surprise and quickly jumped from the bed to get into her father's arms. Crying relieved they spoke how much they missed each other's presence, while Katakuri and her mother watched the scene silently.
"I see…So I wasn't imagine things after I saw the photo. She really sparkled full of happiness.", (Y/N) 's mother spoke calmly, while giving Katakuri a small smile. He felt his cheeks blush, nevertheless a feeling of sadness build up inside his mind.
"I know you wished someone more suitable for your daughter. For me it's still a miracle either, how she is able to love a man like me..on top after a forced marriage. She was able to get over it and accept me the way I am.",he started and (Y/N) 's mother raised a brow of hearing that. Sighing she gave him a saddened look.
"If I am honest, I planned to run away with her…", her mother spoke and let everyone froze in the spot. Letting out a frustrated chuckle, she gave her sweet daughter a soft smile.
"I was living a daily nightmare. To think that you were maybe locked away, treated bad or crying all day long of this forced marriage, I couldn't endure it. The moment we found you, hurt and unconscious, I was thinking to leave this island behind to get you somewhere safe. That you would be able to start a new life far away, while your father would try to get a new deal with Big mom to save the island… Or and that would have been the last possibility, to evacuate it to get out of her grasp. ", she spoke and let (Y/N) gasp of shock.
" Mother… That would have been insane. It's our home, our kingdom. All the people cherish the peaceful life here…", she whispered, while Katakuri didn't seemed shocked at all.
"Beside the fact that i would have get after you and get (Y/N) back, I understand your thoughts. She is your daughter and you care for her a lot. You are lucky that the situation is a different one, because my mother shouldn't be underestimate. She sure would have ordered to get after every single person of this island.", Katakuri explained with his ice cold expression and let (Y/N) 's parents shiver.
"Yeah. You are right. Katakuri…You seem calmer and more collected than I thought you'd be. Beside the crimes and stories about you, which sure you did because of your mother, I think your feelings for my daughter are totally honest. Don't be so hard on yourself. She loves you and you her.. As long as you make her happy and she is protected, I won't be in your way and give my blessing. ", she spoke with tears in her eyes and was finally able to hug her daughter after such a long time.
"That's all I ever wished.. That you find your luck my dear…God I can't believe that this led you to your happiness… But I am so relieved… So glad that you are okay my dear… ",she kissed (Y/N) 's cheek and smiled brightly.
"I do mother… I love him.", she spoke happily.
Beside that, Katakuri was blushing furiously under his scarf, he was speechless of her mother's words. She was accepting him. The cruel monster, the pirate and most feared man out there. Smiling slightly he felt relieved, but there was still so many things going on, which couldn't wait any longer.
"(Y/N)…", Katakuri called out to his wife and let her look back to him with a soft smile. Getting back to his side she took his hand shyly.
"I know you want to catch up with your family, but I think we should head back to whole cake. If we stay here, we only will cause trouble.", he spoke seriously and (Y/N) nodded sadly and knew that she had to explain her reckless arrival with the bonbon ship. Her parents were already piercing her with their demanding gazes.
"Mother, Father… It's a bit complicated to explain everything..", she started and her mother crossed her arms with an angered expression on her face.
"I guess you just have to try… Explain my little girl why Katakuri was on the one side imprisoned and soon executed, which we found out on the daily news and then, inside a ship with you half dead and clothed in a torn marine uniform.", she spoke and (Y/N) knew right away that her mother was already putting the pieces together. She always had an sharp eye on things like Katakuri. It was like she was able to use the observation haki as well. Shivering of her mothers dangerous aura, she knew that she was in trouble of her actions. Katakuri decided to explain everything to calm the heated situation. They listened carefully of every word, which left his hidden mouth. Her reckless traveling all the way to marineford with Mama's ship, her undercover plan, which leaded to get the attention of Akainu and their escape from this nightmare. It really was a rough time and this brought him to the conclusion that her family was now in danger too.
"(Y/N)…I know your reasons, but this was… I can't find the words…",her mother was burning inside, while her father was sweating fearful beside his wife.
"I have to agree. I always told her to keep focused on her well being and to stay safe. She was and is really stubborn…", Katakuri grumbled frustrated, while her parents knew all too well what he was talking about.
"Nevertheless she did that because of her deep feelings for you..in a way I also understand.. ", her mother added and let (Y/N) smile with reddened cheeks.
"To think that you tricked a higher ranked Admiral.. That sure is troublesome…", the king spoke deep in thought. Discussing their possibilities they came to the conclusion that they had to stay for awhile to get things ready. Big mom's underwater ship was totally damaged and needed time to get ready. It was clear that it was the best way to travel back, than with one of her father's ships, so things had to wait.
"You two still need some rest. For now we keep an good eye onto the seas for intruders. I will speak with the captain immediately. ", her father spoke and started to leave. (Y/N) 's mother gave her a short kiss onto her forhead and smiled.
"Rest you two. And later you should visit grandma. She can't wait to see you..", her mother spoke and let (Y/N)' s eyes widen for a moment. Nodding quickly with a smile, she looked after her parents who left the room hand in hand and giving each other a short kiss like a new in love couple. (Y/N) always adored her parents for their strong and beautiful relationship. They care for each other dearly, something she always wished to have herself. Feeling strong arms wrapped around her body and pulling her close, her lips formed a knowing smile once again.
"Yeah.. I've found this special someone too…", she thought with butterflies in her stomach and turned around to find herself on Katakuri's strong chest. Slowly touching his bandaged torso, she locked eyes with him and enjoyed the calm silence around them. Reaching up to his face she slowly pulled the scarf down to see his soft smile.
"Doesn't it hurt..", she whispered into his uncovered lips, while hesitating to let her weight lay onto him. Smirking he let his hands brush over her back, till they rested onto her butt, which gave her a familiar sensation she often longed for in her lonely nights.
"Not at all… I am feeling perfectly fine my dear… But what about you troublemaker…", he spoke seductively and gasping (Y/N) found herself suddenly trapped under him. He moved so quickly that she wasn't able to comprehend his sudden act. Lustfully he looked deep into her eyes and let her bite her lips to hold back. Something Katakuri didn't like to see and knew all too well how to handle.
"Katakuri…", she gasped of his soft kisses on her neck. God it felt so good to be trapped under this strong man, to be defenseless in his muscled arms. Slowly he came back to her face, his smirk still proudly on his handsome face.
"Tell me… Are you feeling alright?", he hushed against her lips, while (Y/N) tried desperately to kiss him, but he pulled back playfully.
"Yes… I am fine Katakuri.", she whispered and could feel his body relax a bit. Sure he was worried sick after he heard about her condition, but mostly it was the lack of sleep and the dehydration which took its toll on her.
"Good to hear. I wouldn't be able to stop myself now anyway…", he growled and pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. Gasping she kissed back and brushed her fingers through his crimson hair. How he missed to take her just like that. His hands started to travel under her dress and slowly lifting it up. He was desperate. So desperate to have her close without any annoying fabric between them. (Y/N) 's eyes shot open and quickly she stopped her needy husband midway and pulled the blanket over her legs embarrassed.
"Katakuri! Someone could come inside at any second! We can't do that now!", she stuttered flustered and got even more uneasy after noticing that his playful smirk still was plastered on his face. Taking the blanket he threw it away with one swift move and hovered over her body like a predator. Shivering she felt overwhelmed by his intimidating and erotic appearance. She was helpless. (Y/N) realized that her body was already giving in and her mind got more and more clouded with lust. Nevertheless it would be a disaster if her parents would find her innocent daughter catched in between the act of love.
"No one comes… We have plenty of time to do whatever we want..", he whispered into her ear seductively. Kissing his lips again, she let out a sigh, but the next moment her eyes went wide of realization.
Did he really?
"But I recommend that you try to not scream so loud. Maybe that would cause attention. Even if I love to see you like that…", he smirked even more after he saw her blushing madly.
"You… You looked into the future!", she stuttered, while he kissed down her neck and sucked on her skin. A slight moan escaped her lips and let her cling onto his body to control her lust.
"Forgive me my dear. But there was no other way. Can't wait to make my thoughts reality…", he spoke, while kissing her passionately. A short "pervert" escaped her lips, her last attempt to fight back, but honestly it was just her well-behaved mind, which tried to get through effortlessly.
Finally Katakuri was able to lift her dress and quickly (Y/N) pulled it off of her head and threw it aside to show her body clothed in her crimson underwear. Growling of the thought that back then, others were able to see what he was seeing now, he pushed her down and kissed her delicate skin from her neck, till her panties. Enjoying his sweet touch she closed her eyes. Smiling ever so slightly of the beautiful tickling. Slowly he pulled down her panties and without to wait any longer he pressed his lips against her womanhood. A shiver ran down her spine. God she had to bite into her hand to surpress her moans. He did wonders down there. With every move, every lick of his tongue, she felt a shot of pleasure.
"Katakuri… Please…", (Y/N) whimpered and he knew all too well that she was close to lose it. Crawling up to her he pulled his boxers down on the way and embraced her body in an strong embrace. Kissing her tenderly, he pushed himself into her, which let her gasp against his lips.
"You are mine…", he growled into her neck. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she hold onto him tight for support.
"No one is allowed to touch you…"
Again he pushed deep and let her moan out his name lustfully.
"to see what I am allowed to see…"
Rougher and harder he pounded into her and pushed her over the edge. It felt so unbelievable good. His words, his touch, rough but carefully to still let herself feel good.
"Katakuri..", she hushed and kissed his lips sloppily, while he grunted of the starting emotion inside his body. A wave of heat washed over them and with one final push he climaxed hard inside of her beautiful body. (Y/N)'s body froze and eyes widened she could feel how her body sucked in his manhood while coming hard onto him.
Amazing.
Every move every touch felt so amazing. Shivering of the sudden sensitivity she looked into his half lidded eyes. Sweat glistered on their skin and breathing heavily they let themselves fall back onto the mattress. Brushing some strands of hair out of her smiling face, he kissed her nose lovingly.
"(Y/N)… I love you..", he whispered and felt his exhausted body fall into a deep slumber. Taking the blanket, she pulled them over their naked bodies to get comfortable next to him. Studying his face, she lovingly caressed his cheek with one hand.
"I love you..Katakuri…"
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jackmans-poison · 10 months
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concept: I’m sorry I let you down - 💀
Let You Down
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A/N: this is set further into the future when Ruby is eleven (!!!) years old.
Needless to say, you and Jack were stoked when Ruby expressed interest in joining her middle school basketball team. She grew up watching games on TV with Jack and loved playing one-on-one with him in your driveway. So when she announced she had made the team, it was a big deal. It was now well into the season, the team had a winning record, and you and Jack had made sure to show up for every single game, home or away. Tonight was a home game, and you and Jonah were sitting in the bleachers waiting for Jack to arrive.
"Good luck, sweetie!" you called extra loudly, watching Ruby's cheeks turn a scarlet red.
"Mooom," she groaned, but her smile didn't fade. She jogged over from the warm-up area to where you were sitting. "Dad's not here yet?"
"No, but he's going to meet us here from the studio. He said he'd be leaving in a few minutes," you paused to check your phone. "And that was five minutes ago. So any time now, hon."
Ruby nodded before the coach blew her whistle. "Players, huddle up!"
"Bye, Mom!" Ruby called before running back over to the coach, and you blew a kiss to her before turning to mingle with the other parents. About a minute later, your phone buzzed.
"You're going to kill me."
"Jackman..."
"Shit's hitting the fan. I'm gonna try to make it there by the second half."
You sighed before typing "ok" and putting your phone back in your pocket. The game had begun, and you tried to focus on watching your daughter play her hardest. You even made sure to capture a couple of pictures and highlight videos to show Jack for when he did arrive.
Halftime came, and he still wasn't there. You shot him another text: "Jack it's halftime. You've got ten minutes."
"..."
"Oh my God."
"Tell Ruby I'm so sorry but I'm not going to be able to make it in time. I'll explain everything later but... it's not a good situation over here. I feel horrible."
You wanted to dig into him so hard. Before the season started, both you and Jack promised to be there for every game. And you and Ruby both knew that Jack always kept his promises. So what the fuck was this?!
"See you at home."
"I'll pick up food for everybody."
Oh, sure, he thinks he can fix this with food.
"You okay, Mommy?" Jonah was concerned upon seeing your scowl. "Eh, I'm a little mad at your father right now. But that's a conversation for later."
The second half came and went, and you weren't even sure if you remembered to take any videos. You were just so mad you could barely see straight, but you couldn't let your rage show in front of everyone there. By the time the game was over, you couldn't have cared less about the score, or about beating traffic. At least Ruby had gotten yet another victory with her team.
"YAY, SISSY!!!" Jonah jumped and cheered as Ruby returned his high-five.
"Good job, baby," you brought her into a hug. "Go get changed and let's go home."
"Where's Dad?"
"Just go change, sweetie."
In the car ride home, you explained why there was only one of you in the bleachers, and how frustrated you were that Jack couldn't just put off whatever he was doing until tomorrow, and how you could barely focus on the game because you were waiting for him to show up and actually fulfill his promise. You told Ruby how mad you were for her.
"Why be mad? I'm not."
You side-eyed her from the driver's seat. "You're not?"
"No. I know what Dad does. I know it's high-demand and not easy. It's just one game. At least he didn't miss a championship."
Huh... my daughter's more emotionally mature than me...
Opening the front door to your home, you found Jack setting the dinner table, brows creased together and muscles tensed up. He immediately relaxed when Ruby ran over to envelop him in a tight hug.
"I missed you!!!" she shrieked. "Are you okay? Are your songs okay? What happened?!"
"Yeah, Daddy!" Jonah wasn't far behind. "Where were you?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, kids," he returned her hug. "How about we all sit down to eat and I'll explain everything that happened? I got us Hardee's."
"HARDEE'S!!!" Ruby exclaimed. It was her favorite chain. "Yes!!!"
As the four of you ate together, Jack explained how after they had finished their recording session for the day, Nickie discovered that about 90% of what they had recorded got deleted accidentally. And the deadline to submit those certain songs was 11:00 that night, so everyone had to stay behind and re-do everything. Even though Ruby was so understanding, Jack still felt guilty about breaking his promise.
"I'm sorry I let you down," he leaned over and patted Ruby's hand. "You know I hate missing out on anything you do."
"You didn't let me down," Ruby smiled reassuringly. "Now, if both of y'all had missed out... you would've heard it from me and my teammates."
"Uh-oh, not the wrath of preteen girls," Jack shuddered.
"Yeah, her friends are scaaary," Jonah laughed, and Ruby rolled her eyes. "Not as scary as your face."
"Okay, okay, that's enough," you scolded, but you were smiling.
As soon as you finished eating and your kids had gone upstairs to bed, you walked up to Jack, who was rinsing the dishes, and hugged him from behind. "Well, I guess now I owe you an apology. I really thought she'd be more upset."
"I get why she might have been," Jack shrugged. "But she's so go-with-the-flow. It's kind of amazing to see."
"It really is. Oh, I almost forgot! I did take some pictures and videos from tonight."
"Well, what are we waiting for, then?" Jack closed the dishwasher door and started it up. "Let's go watch our daughter in action."
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sarcasmmoo · 1 year
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Supermom
Idol: Nayeon (Twice)
Type: Fluff
Prompt: Nayeon being the world’s cutest mom
Length: 395 words
Warning(s): None
A/N: I haven’t written in a longgg time so forgive me if it’s terrible lol 
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“Mommy!”
Before the word even left her mouth, your daughter let go of your hand and sprinted over her superstar mom. You watched with a smile as the staff cleared the way, allowing Bella to reach her destination in seconds, flinging her arms around Nayeon’s legs and squeezing with all her might. Almost instantaneously, your wife bent down and pulled her into a tight hug.
“Hi baby,” she cooed, pinching Bella’s chubby cheeks. “Do you like mommy’s outfit?”
Without missing a beat, the little girl nodded enthusiastically. “Pink pretty.” Nayeon scrunched her nose in response making a shrill laugh echo into the air.
“Hi Bells!”
Before you knew it, your daughter was being passed around to the other members, each one of them trying their hardest to become the little girl’s favorite. You took advantage of the situation and shuffled over to Nayeon. Wrapping your arms around her waist from behind, you leaned into the crook of her neck, careful not to smudge any of her makeup. She hummed lightly and leaned further into your embrace.
“Did she poop today?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Such a moment ruiner,” you joked, poking at her stomach. “But yes, she did.” Nayeon nodded before abruptly turning around to face you.
“Did she eat all of her carrots? I promised you would read to her, you did that right? And she napped?”
“Yes, yes, and no,” you responded. Anticipating her next question, you held up a hand, not giving her a change to butt in. “She wouldn’t go to sleep without you.”
Your wife huffed and mumbled something about having such a stubborn child, but you saw the corners of her lips pulling upwards. She loved you, but she loved Bella even more. Pulling the little girl away from her Aunts, Nayeon brought her over to the couch. Wordlessly, she laid down with Bella in her arms, grabbing the nearest blanket to cover them.
“Nap now?” Bella asked.
“That’s right baby, nap time,” your wife said softly. “So let’s close our eyes and go to sleep. Can you do that for mommy?”
Your heart melted as you watched the little girl nod before shuffling closer to Nayeon. She snuggled up against the singer, who pulled her into an even tighter hug. Your wife whispered something into her ear and pressed a kiss to her temple.
Your little supermom.
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minixmel · 2 years
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Back Home - Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Type: Angst/Sad/Fluff
Summary: Bucky is in a mission again, and everything you do reminds you of him.
Word count: ~1032 words
Warning: none (reader have a kid and calls y/n "mommy"?)
A/N: This is the first writing that I post so please be gentle with me english isn't my first language :D I'm open to reviews to improve my writing skills :) I hope you'll still enjoy this fic <3
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
« Come on, now that we read our story, it’s time to sleep. Good night baby. », I said kissing the forehead of my daughter.
« Good night mommy ! I love you ! »
« I love you too. »
I turn off the light and exited her room, closing the door. I went back in the living room and I sat on the couch next to my husband, who is reading a book.
« Ella is asleep, she asked me to read her Jack and the beanstalk again ! » I said laughing
« Really ! She asked it to me yesterday too ! I think she really loves it ! »
« Or maybe I’m a better reader than you ! »
« Yeah, no way, I think she loves the story »
We both laughed, and as I snuggle in his arms, even though the fire from the chimney produces enough heat, I said « Okay Mister, why don’t you show me your reading skills with this book. »
He just nodded and started to read his book out loud. His arms were wrapped around my shoulder, my head on his chest, listening to his heart beats and his calming voice reading the book.
« Mom ! Mom, come on wake up ! It’s morning, I’m hungry ! »
The voice of my 3 years old daughter woke me up.
« Oh, yeah...hum…why don’t you go watch the cartoons, I’m coming in two minutes, I’ll just wash my face. »
« Okayyy ! » She said going back to the living room to watch cartoons.
I get up of my bed, and I went to the bathroom to wash my face. I dreamed of him, again. I washed my face with cold water to wake me up and bring me back to reality. He’s not here anymore, it’s already been six months since he left and God knows when he’ll come back. I still remember that night of January when he told me that bad news.
« What do you mean you need to leave ? You just came back two month ago ! » I said with tears streaming down my face.
I looked like a mess. My eyes were red and puffy, tears were all over my cheeks.
« I know, but they need me ! It’s really important ! » Bucky said coming closer to me, and take me in his arms.
« I don’t want you to leave, again. Ella doesn’t want it either. She needs both of her parents here. » I said, wrapping my arms around Bucky’s torso.
« I know, I don’t want to go either. I don’t want to leave you, I’ll miss you both so much. » He said stroking my head and leaving a kiss on my forehead.
« I promise you, I’ll come back as soon as possible. I love you petal.»
« I love you too. »
I shook my head to wake me up from this memory. I was already in the kitchen making Ella’s breakfast. I pour some orange juice in a cup and I made her two slices of bread and jam. I call her so she can eat on the kitchen’s table. She quickly came and started eating her breakfast. I made myself some coffee and I ate a slice of bread and jam too. Once we were done, I put the dishes in the dishwasher and dressed Ella.
She went back to watch the cartoons while I got dressed. I did my makeup and I put some perfume and a necklace. I love his necklace, Bucky bought it to me. I still remember when he came back home after buying it.
I was sitting on the couch reading a book when I heard the door of the house being closed. Bucky came home.
« Hey, you’re back. How was work ? » I said putting a bookmark and closing my book.
« Yeah, great. But it doesn’t matter, I have something for you. » He said sitting next to me on the couch, hiding something in his back.
« Oh, okay. What is it ? » I said slightly laughing.
« This. » He said with a big smile, bringing his hand in front of him. He was holding a box.
I took the box and opened it.
« It made me think of you. You know, ‘cause of how I always call you ‘petal’. And it was really pretty, just like you. »
I was so amazed by his attention. I couldn’t stop smiling. A gold necklace was in it, with a pendant in the shape of a flower.
« Wow, thank you so much, but you didn’t have to. »
« Yeah, I know. But I wanted to. »
I took the necklace of his box and hand it to Bucky.
« Would you fasten it up for me ? »
He just nodded and brought the necklace around my neck. His hands brushed against my skin while he was closing it. Once he was done, he left a kiss on my neck making me shiver.
« Thank you so much, I love you. » I said turning my face.
« I love you too petal » He said and then our lips joined in a soft kiss.
I was taken of my daydreams by the doorbell ringing. I quickly dried the single tear that fell of my eye and go downstairs to open the door. It was 8 AM, who could it be? When I opened the door, I couldn’t believe it.
« Hey petal, missed me ? »
He had not changed, his hair might be a little longer and so did his beard, but he still had that same little smile he does after a joke and the same blue piercing eyes.
« Daddy ! You’re home ! » Ella said running to hug her dad. He took her in his arms, and laughed.
« Yes ! I’m back ! »
« I missed you ! » She said wrapping her arms around her dad’s neck.
« I missed you too bunny »
« Are you going to leave again ? » She said pouting.
« No, I’m staying now. I’m not leaving again. » He said smiling, looking me in the eyes.
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chiquititaosita · 1 year
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shikamaru w/ a latina s/o (tóxica edición) PART 2
part one
post type: Headcanon
context: tóxica doesnt necessarily mean a toxic girl who loves toxic relationships. in my eyes tóxica means a girl who has been hurt so many times, to WHERES she’s been giving everyone (that wants to be involved with her romantically) the same treatment she was given, toxicity. A tóxica is someone who is toxic but loves deeply. they have a good heart but can get ugly real quick if you push them to get very mad. Another definition is just a girl who loves deeply, and takes pain to a whole ass other type of crazy..as a Latina, I can tell you we all have tóxica traits within us. I honestly believe since Shikamaru is machismo (misogynistic), tóxica y/n will put this bitch aka my bitch in his place. but honestly she did change him. you can’t prove me otherwise.
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- when it comes to women yes shikamaru thought you were easy to get on their bad side. (Hehe ino and temari
-ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROUPE I SAID IT I SAID IT! YOURE WELCOME
-“what a drag…you really think you can do that?”
-boy was he wrong
-“shouldn’t you be doing something else? other than fighting?”
-“shouldn’t you be coming up with better strategies, other than being a fucking smart ass and staring at my titties homeboy?”
-MANS WENT QUIET, 😳😨bestie stood up to the the smartest person in all of the hidden village.
- The minute you’re walking into the room he’s always got a smirk on his face.
-“Kiss my ass you know want to papi!”
-this bitch loves teasing you. A LOT
- “Aye that’s my man! Get the fuck away from him!”
-“No I’m not letting it slide! OYE PENDEJA!? YEAH YOU GET YOUR PINCHE ESUKINLA ASS OVER HERE!”
-“¡¿DE VERDAD PENSASTE QUE IBA A DEJAR ESO CUANDO HABLAS MIERDA DE MI HOMBRE?!” the fact you beat a girls ass because she was giving him a stink eye. and slammed her man on the ground too, never underestimate the power of La chancla.
-Shikamaru knew you were strong, he just didn’t see it. he doesn’t like to be proven wrong.
- he loves to fucking push your buttons with his sly tongue.
-“come here mamas.” His love language is quality time and physical touch. He’ll do what he can to make sure you’re alright.
-y’all making fun of each other is y’all’s main love language.
-“I love you.” He’ll bluntly say it even if he doesn’t say as much in public. He’ll say to it you often when y’all are with a couple of friends, or alone together.
- he protects you don’t get me wrong, he just becomes a little bit defensive
-EXTREMELY POSSESSIVE! it’s adorable to watch.
-when everyone’s finds out y’all are together it’s super funny. No one sees it coming.
-his parents love you. I mean literally
-his mom always considers you a daughter she’s never had.
-When you and his mom get on his ass it’s a sight to see for shikaku. Literally he won’t stop laughing til he’s on the floor crying.
-“hmph troublesome woman.”
- in conclusion he’s yours suck it up. Y’all are stuck with eachother
sanjismexicanaesposa.copyright 2023. please do not translate,plagiarize, or take credit. I don’t own any of the characters. neither do you grow tf up
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