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carolmunson · 1 year

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it's like sugar sometimes.

(older!modern!dad!eddie)

welcome back to the: orange colored sky setlist a/n: this can be read as a stand alone, give or take some references. but as a pre-cursor: you and eddie are about twelve years apart, meeting in late twenties early thirties, his late thirties early forties. you're deeply in love and we're fast forwarding a bit and now you have a kid. shout out to my nephew because without countless videos of him being the same age as the baby in this fic i would not now how babies baby. cw: pure fluff. pure dad eddie goodness. pretty tame. some mild arguing and swearing. some saucy kisses at the end. a new entry for the fall frenzy extravaganza. this fall frenzy is in honor of @jo-harrington who said i could do whatever, so here we are lmao.

songspiration: how sweet it is (to be loved by you) | james taylor

The ride to the orchard is going much better than you were expecting after such a rough morning. Tears from the moment Gwen came into your room just before four in the morning because she had a bad dream. Then it was too hot for her in bed with both of you, then she was too cold, then Ed’s snoring kept you both awake until she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. Then there was the kicking and stretching and rolling around. Aren’t they supposed to sleep like logs? She just turned three. Ed woke up refreshed, frowning when he turned over to see you sitting up against the headboard reading with puffy tired eyes. “Hey,” he says softly as to not wake Gwen who was curled up into his side, “She come in last night?” “Another bad dream,” you shrug, looking at him over your book, “I don’t know if she’s really having them or if she’s just starting to have a little regression period. Maybe we can get her a new night light or something.” “Why don’t you try to go back to sleep for a little and I’ll get her ready,” he asks, voice still raspy from sleep, “I’ll just take her into the shower with me.” You smile lazily at him and nod, looking over at the clock on his night stand – a little past six. Maybe an extra forty-five would do you some good before you went to the orchards upstate. Gwen’s eyes open up to her dad awake, her face contorting when she sees him. “Had a bad dweam,” she sniffles, reaching her arms out. “Poor Gwen, you had a bad dream?” Eddie coos, pulling her up out of bed with him, “Tell me all about it, angel.” Her babbles echo down the hall even after Ed closes the door behind them.

Piercing sobs woke you up instead of your alarm, though that went off right after to remind you that there’s a whole day you have to start. You rub your eyes and groan, sliding out of bed and stepping into your slippers. You grab your robe, shrugging it on as you leave the bedroom and wincing while another cry pours out of your toddler and goes straight to your chest. “I know, honey, I know,” you hear Eddie soothe, “But we’re gonna go do something so fun. You wanna go pick a pumpkin, right?” “No pumpki-i-in,” she sobs, deep and guttural. You open the door to her room slowly, a very teary Gwen stands in the corner, hair wet in a new set of pajamas. You look at Eddie, pulling out an outfit for her and laying it on her toddler bed. “What’s goin’ on, in here?” you ask gently. “Gwen doesn’t wanna get dressed to go apple picking,” Eddie says quietly, “She wants to watch Blue’s Clues.” “Wan’ see Bl-blue, mommy,” she sobs, “Pwease.” “Hey, hey,” you try your best to settle her, “Thank you for saying please, honey. We can still see Blue but daddy has to get you dressed first.” “Did she eat?” you ask, pulling Gwen up to your hip while she cries into your shoulder. “Yeah, she had some mini waffles and a banana,” he opens her closet and fishes out a tiny pair of Chuck’s to go with her outfit – a little black sweatshirt screen printed with the Halloween movie poster paired with a set of leggings meant to look like jeans. “Did you eat?” you smile, coming over to him to plant a kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, her leftovers,” he laughs, “There’s a cup of coffee waiting for you on the counter.” “Thank you,” you nudge him, feeling Gwen squirm and whine while she tries to shimmy down from your hip, “Okay, okay.” “Gwen, please,” Eddie begs with a twinge of frustration in his voice when she makes it to the door, on her tiptoes to reach the handle, “Let’s just get you dressed and you can watch Blue’s Clues while we do your hair.” She stomps, wet curls bouncing with her when she does, “Wanna watch now, pwease!” “Thank you for asking nicely Gwen, but that doesn’t always mean you get your way,” he explains. She shrieks, loud enough that your eyes squint, stomping again onto the fluffy white carpet below her, “I wanna watch Blue’s Cwue’s!” “Why don’t you take a deep breath for me, huh?” Eddie asks her, he pats your lower back on the way to the door. A silent way of letting you know to just go get yourself ready, he can handle the rest, “Do we need to take a time out?” “No time out,” she starts to cry again when you slip out of the room. More frustrated whines and wails boom down the hall, dissipating while you make it down the metal staircase to the coffee on the counter. Your heart swells when you notice that he already emptied and reloaded the dishwasher.

After you’ve packed some snacks for later and gotten yourself dressed, you make your way back upstairs. You approach the bathroom with your coffee in hand, Gwen’s sippy cup full of water in the other. Her bubbly squeals respond back to whoever is talking to her, barely looking up from Eddie’s phone to look at you when you open the door.

“Who’re you talking to, miss girl?” you ask, putting her sippy cup next to her on the bathroom counter. “Steeb,” she says, eyes glued to the screen, much happier than she was before. “She’s watching 90s Blue’s Clues?” you laugh at your husband who’s busy splitting her Gwen’s hair into a middle part, looking in the mirror that she’s sat in front of. “No, she’s FaceTiming with Steve,” he shakes his head, pulling one section back into a high pigtail. “Hi peach!” Steve’s voice rings from the phone, he lowers it back down to parentese to address Gwen, “Is that mommy? Can you say hi to her for me?” “Steeb say hi,” Gwen says, lifting the phone up, showing the screen to the ceiling of the bathroom. You take the phone for a second, seeing Steve’s annoyed face in the frame.

“You’re on thin ice,” he says, his fiancee’s laugh ringing out of frame, “I can’t believe you’re going this week when we’ll be there in two. You always go before we come to visit.” “There will be plenty of apple picking trips to do together when we move, I promise,” you assure, “She starts gymnastics and swimming next weekend, we won’t have another time to do it.”

“Gymnastics?” he asks, “Does she have tights? Leotards? What can I get her?”

“She has like, I don’t know Steve – forty leotards? She’s gonna grow out of half of them in six weeks,” you explain, “Don’t worry, your husband got it covered.” Eddie snickers, wrapping an elastic around one of the ponytails in his fingers. “Well if she’s gonna grow out of them then she’ll need more,” he scoffs, “I’ll get some sent over.”

“You’re impossible,” your eye roll is something Steve is just as used to as Eddie is. Gwen whines again, reaching for the phone with grabby hands, a quiet ‘Steeby’ escaping her. “I can hear her asking for me, gimme back to my girl,” he sighs. You hand the phone back to Gwen who giggles when Steve makes a funny face at her through the screen. “Look how pretty those ponytails are. Daddy did such a good job,” Steve coos at her. “We payin’ be-yoo-dee sawon,” Gwen explains. Eddie looks up at you, whispering ‘Can you grab her bows for me?’ You nod, reaching into the bottom drawer to snatch a basket full of bows, holding them out to him while he picks.

“Beauty salon,” Eddie corrects softly, “Orange or black bows?” “Bwack,” she says, waving him off like you do when you’re busy, “I’m on da phone, daddy.” “Yeah,” you say, meeting her sass, “She’s on the phone, daddy.”

He lets a ‘pfff’ push out of his lips while he grabs two black bows from last halloween, little sparkly spider webs parked in the center. You leave them to it, heading down to get the car packed up and make sure you have Gwen’s bag set up before you leave.

Despite the dramatics, the ride is going well. Gwen happily eats an apple sauce packet in her carseat while the two of you sip on coffees and eat breakfast sandwiches from a drive thru off the highway. It’s nice to get out of the city for a while and get Gwen used to the idea of not being in it anymore. The drive consists mostly of James Taylor’s greatest hits because Gwen is her Grandpa Wayne’s baby before she’s anyone else’s. She hums along to Carolina and sings only the chorus of Mexico. Her favorite song is Mockingbird even though it’s Carly Simon featuring James Taylor. The two of you throw it on the record player every other day to sing it to her, even if she doesn’t ask for it. It’s selfishly your favorite song, too, just ‘cause you get to see your husband play along with you. “And if that better way ain't so, I'll ride with the tide and go with the flow, And that's why, I keep on shoutin' in your ear, Saying (yeah, yeah) whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-oh.” You lean your head back on the passenger’s side to make eye contact with Gwen through the visor mirror who giggles back at you. She mimics your ‘whoa-whoa-whoa’, shimmying in her carseat with her shoulders. Gwen’s no stranger to shimmying, always finding some way to dance off beat to Ed’s music when he plays at a venue she can be at or practices at home. His number one fan.

“Oh-wange twees, mommy,” Gwen says, tiny finger pointing out the window at the foliage lining the road. “I see them, aren’t they pretty Gwen?” you nod back at her. Eddie’s head turns slightly to watch her watch the trees, eyes shining at each change of color hits her. His heart beats a little quicker knowing she’s able to make those distinctions between orange, red, and yellow – too smart, getting too big. “Daddy’s git-tah,” she yelps, pointing hard at a tree covered in dark red leaves while Eddie slowly turns down the entrance of the orchard. Gwen lets out a tiny ‘woah’ when the car jostles that makes him laugh, he wishes she’d stay this little forever. “Yeah, that’s the same color as daddy’s guitar, good job sweetheart,” he smiles back at her, “Are you ready to pick some apples so we can make Uncle Stevie a pie for when he visits?” “Ya!” She nods, happy and excited. She doesn’t know what he said, but whenever he talks to her with a smile she’ll do whatever he asks and vice versa. Still ‘sort of rockstar’, definitely ‘meant to be father’. Parking is less of a nightmare than expected since it’s early in the day – most families come after the first morning nap, at least that’s what the mom groups told you on Facebook. Gwen hardly naps anymore, but you won’t be surprised if she knocks out earlier than usual tonight. Eddie gets the backpack full of Gwen’s essentials and you grab the baby. “I have to carry you through the parking lot, babe,” you say when she starts to bounce in your arms, eager to run on the grass in her sneakers. “Wanna walk, please,” she begs, her hands on your cheeks while you make your way towards the entrance. “You can walk when we get inside but there’s lots of cars out here and no stop lights,” you say, batting her hand out of your hair when she reaches for it, “I’ll put you down in a little bit.” “You think we should take the stroller?” Ed asks from the trunk. “They have wagons, we can just pull her around,” you shrug, “I don’t think the back up stroller is good for this kind of place, we’d need the one at home.” Eddie shrugs, joining you on your walk to the entrance to get your empty bag and your wagon, putting Gwen at the back as you get to the trees. “Walk, please,” she begs again. You hesitate, it’s just too big of a place and she’s a runner, “Honey, I would love it if you–” “Let her walk,” Eddie says, “She’ll get bored after a few minutes and wanna watch anyway, just let her walk.” “Come here Gwen, hold my hand,” he says, offering a tattooed hand to her pudgy one. She clumsily crawls out of the wagon, bouncing over to her dad to put her hand in his. He pulls her up once, making her squeal and giggle as she floats next to him. “More, more!” she laughs, letting Eddie swing her ahead a few more times while you all make your way through the trees.

She likes apple picking more than you expected, arms up constantly to be lifted onto the branches to grab some off of every few trees. Gwen had a good eye, better than you and Eddie, for super crisp ones – pointing up and jumping to get at them. If she was a little bigger you wouldn’t be surprised if she climbed up the trees with the ease of a jungle cat. Your husband encouraged it, climbing up the branches like he was still twenty – sitting with his legs dangling off and having you pass your toddler to him. “Please be careful,” you warn, passing her up to him. “Babe, I know what I’m doing,” he scowls, a hint annoyed before changing his expression for Gwen when he helps her onto the low branch with him. “You don’t have to be a jerk, I just want her to be safe,” you snap back. “And I’m keeping her safe,” he says with a smile as to keep your daughter none-the-wiser. Still looking at Gwen while she reaches for another apple. She hands it to Eddie who hands it to you, your fingers brush. “Sorry,” he says, looking down at you, “I’ll be careful. We’re not very high, but you’re right. I’ll be careful.” “Thank you,” you nod, taking the apple and pressing a ghost of a kiss to his knuckles. He blushes red, red, red. Red like the leaves, red like his guitar. “Why s’pink, daddy?” Gwen asks, passing him another apple. “I just love mommy very much, honey,” he smiles, pressing a kiss into her hair, “She makes me turn pink like a heart.” “Like on da phone,” she says, clinging to him like a koala when he slides down off the low branch with her. “Yes, like on the phone,” he nods. You’re not Peach 🍑 in his phone anymore. You’re The Wife 💗. Right now he’s Gwen’s Dad in your phone because you got in an argument two months ago and haven’t changed it back to Rockstar Husband 🎸❣️because ‘Gwen’s Dad’ makes you laugh too much. He hates it. “How you like them apples, G?” you ask when Eddie puts her down in the wagon, she looks up at you confused and shrugs; brown curly pigtails bouncing at she does. “Kids today,” you shake your head at Eddie while you press onward, “No culture.”

“No culture,” he agrees enthusiastically.

You peruse, the bags you bought are filled to the brim with apples. Some red, some green, a few yellow so Gwen can try them and see if she likes them. It’s a calming walk, the chatter of other families, the squeaky roll of the wagon, the rustle of the trees when the early autumn wind catches them. Eddie holds your hand loosely, always needing to keep touching you in some way, always wanting to keep you close to him. You look back, Gwen going between looking around at the other families and playing with her V-Tech phone. Eddie goes from walking slow to speeding up to make the wagon jostle just to hear Gwen’s giggles peal through the trees. After about an hour of walking and picking, you’re about as pooped as your toddler should be. Once you get to the tree line you see the farm and market down at the base of the hill, a little relieved that you’ve all made it to the end of the road unscathed.

That is, until Gwen climbs out of the wagon when it comes to a stop and without warning, books it towards the edge.

“Gwendolyn Rose!” Eddie’s call is rough and loud out of fear, but it sounds like anger. Gwen stops short, startled, falling backwards onto the seat of her leggings. Like clockwork the first whine starts, building up into a needy, sad wail. You know they’re crocodile tears so you keep your pace with the wagon behind you. Your husband however, despite the constant reminder that she knows he’s easy, rushes forward without a second thought. “Oh no, my baby girl, shh, shh. I’m sorry,” he coos, reaching down to hoist her up onto his hip, “I didn’t mean to yell, sugar. You just got daddy scared is all. I’m not mad.” Gwen wipes her face, pushing away tears that never fell, sniffling and hiding her face in his neck. He rubs her back while she settles, guilt tugging on the lines between his brows.

“No baby girl,” Gwen pouts, “I’m big girl.”

“Oh that’s right, you’re my big girl,” Eddie grins, kissing her cheek. She’s not amused, frowning down at him while she pushes up against his shoulder to squirm out of his hold. “That’s a very grumpy face, Gwenny,” you giggle. “Hey, are you mad at me?” he asks up at her before popping her back down onto her feet at the edge of the tree line, “Why’re you lookin’ so mad?”

“I’m big,” she announces, little foot stomping on the grass below her. Eddie lets a sigh out through his nose and kneels down to her level. She takes several deep breaths and you both know it’s the beginning of what could be a very long second tantrum of the day. “I know, you’re a very big girl,” he nods, “But what do mommy and daddy say you have to do when we don’t have you in the stroller?” “Hode hands,” she repeats back in a whine. “That’s right, we hold hands – and if we’re not holding your hand you’re supposed to stay close, right?” He watches her nod, tucking a finger under her chin to make sure she’s absorbing what he’s saying. Her lower lip juts out, cheeks puffing while her shoulders sulk. “I walk by - by mysewf,” she urges, sniffling, “Pwease.” “Not today, sugar. I’m sorry,” he sighs, cupping her cheek in his palm, “I have a fun idea, do you wanna get on daddy’s shoulders and you can tell us how far we are from the farm?” She brightens up a little, giggling when he reaches down to tickle her sides before scooping her up to lift over his shoulders. He groans the way old men groan when they lift something and you stifle a laugh, smiling up at Gwen when she smiles down at you. “Hi mommy,” she beams, waving her tiny hand. “Hi baby,” wave back lazily, the shoddy sleep you had last night starting to settle into your eyes. “Do you see the farm, Gwenny?” Eddie asks, she nods enthusiastically, “Maybe we can go get you a donut, how does that sound? Will that make you happy?”

“Ed,” you click your tongue, “She’s never gonna get to sleep later.” “We’re making memories, babe,” Eddie says, reaching up to hold Gwen’s hands to keep her steady, “Some extra sugar won’t hurt her.”

“Yeah, you love extra sugar, don’t you?” you laugh.

“Matter of fact, I do,” he smirks, shooting you a wink. He laughs when he sees two of those twelve foot Home Depot skeletons posed outside the front of the market, promoting their haunted hayride with signs and other silly decor, “Shit, that’s fuckin’ metal – s’ridiculous.”

“S’dic-yoo-liss,” Gwen repeats. “S’ridiculous, Gwennifer!” Eddie repeats back in concurrence. “Sss’tick-you-luss,” she bounces, laughing when he laughs. They have the same one, though his has years on hers, gruff with age, with cigarette stains.

Pumpkins get picked, warm donuts devoured, the morning finally feels like it’s coming to a close. You park Gwen down at a picnic table while Eddie goes to get the goods, hanging out with your threenager who can barely keep her eyes open. You’re thankful you still have the wagon because there was no way you’d be able to carry all of it back to the car. Caramel apples, cider donuts, three gallons of apple cider, honey sticks, pumpkin pie, and anything else Eddie thought was good enough to bring home for the season weight heavy in the brown paper bags in his arms. He comes back sheepishly, biting his lower lip when you look at the bags and then at him.

“Hm,” you hum pointedly.

“I just really like fall flavors, peach,” he shrugs, “And the old lady at the front was so sweet telling me about the deals I couldn’t not get everything.” “You’re such a sucker,” you laugh with a roll of your eyes, “You ready to head out?” He nods, ticking his forehead at Gwen whose cheek is smushed against your chest, eyelashes brushing the tops of her cheeks, “Looks like this pumpkin’s ready to go.”

“She’s out,” you say softly, brushing her hair away from her face, “Lasted five minutes on my lap.”

“Let me get a picture to send to Steve,” he says low enough that it doesn’t wake her, “The background is perfect.” “Ed you have a thousand pictures of her from today,” you complain. “Shh, shh, come on,” he smiles, taking out his phone – you know he’s only snapping Gwen by the way he lowers the camera to your lap. He puts the bags in the wagon while you slowly stand with her wrapped around your front. You wait at the entrance for him to pull the car around, leaving the wagon behind. She doesn’t wake up when you pop her back in the car seat, slowly rolling out of the parking lot with the rest of the afternoon in your wake.

“I got her a little gourd painting kit, somewhere in those bags,” he says, “She can make some decorations.” “Oh she’ll love that,” you nod, peeking at her sleeping face in the visor mirror again, “I’ll do it with her before dinner.”

He pulls in slowly at a stop sign, hand reaching out to snake into yours, pulling it to his lips to bless you with soft kisses on the back of your hand.

“Thanks for such a good day, baby,” he murmurs.

“You’re very welcome.”

Later on, just before dinner, Eddie hears a tiny knock on his office door paired with two giggles from his favorite girls.

“Yes?” he calls out. The door creeps open and he hears you whisper, ‘Ask ‘Are you busy, daddy?’

“You busy, daddy?” Gwen pipes up. He shuts his computer, moving away from the two additional screens. “No, honey, never too busy for you,” he smiles, creases by his eyes showing up through his glasses, “Do you have something to show me?”

“Yeah,” she nods, pulling on your hand to pull you into the room. He uses the same candles he always has, deep spice, like his cologne. Warm like the way he holds you. Still in his hunter green Dickie’s overalls from this morning.

You give Gwen her little pumpkin that she painted to present to her dad, beaming with excitement while he looks it over.

“Such a good job, Gwenny,” he coos, “Are these –”

“I did bats,” she grins, finger touching the sparkly black sort of bats adorning the outside. Covered in glitter and sequins, falling onto his office floor.

“You did bats? For Halloween?” he asks. You shake your head no, smiling big when Gwen goes on to explain.

“No cause, daddy, cause you have bats,” she hurriedly explains, “Issa daddy pum-kin.” She reaches to his left arm, pointing at the bat tattoos on the inside when he was a kid. She runs her finger over them, “See, bats like daddy.”

“That’s so sweet, honey,” he coos, “Is it for me?” “Yeah,” she squeaks, “For here.” “For your office,” you say for her, trying not to giggle when his eyes shine with tears. She could give him a piece of trash and he’d cry over it, “‘Cause you have so many Halloween decorations in here.” He laughs, looking around at all the tour posters he has from bands he’s seen over the years – to a three year old they probably are a little scary. “And what did you say it was when you were done, Gwen?” you ask, “What did you say daddy would think the pumpkin was?” “Fucking med-oh,” she giggles. “Oh my god,” he sighs, thumb and forefinger immediately going to temples. “Fucking metal,” you repeat back him, knowingly, “Wonder where she got that.”

He tries not to laugh when he looks down at Gwen, “Don’t say that word, baby, that’s a bad word.” “Sowwy,” she whispers. “It’s okay, you didn’t know,” he grins, pulling her in to kiss her all over. She shrieks the way babies shriek when they’re excited and runs out of the office toward her bedroom at the end of the hall. You turn to go after her before feeling Eddie’s hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” he says quietly in your ear, you shiver, “Remember when you said I like a little extra sugar?”

Your cheeks burn hot, turning to him, “I do.” He leans in slow, lips capturing yours in a way that they only do when you both get to be alone, “Don’t forget to keep givin’ me some.” “I won’t,” you murmur back, letting him kiss you deeply one more time before pressing a slow kiss to your favorite place under the hinge of your jaw, “You’re bold, Munson.” He shrugs, breaking away, “Needed somethin’ sweet.”

As if he isn't sweet enough. Eddie spends the rest of the night looking up ways to preserve a painted gourd.

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melanieph321 · 6 months

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What about a Ruben one shot where he and the reader are a bit older and their oldest daughter is like 17 and she goes out to a party with some friends and ends up getting drunk for the first time and calls Ruben in the middle of the night, crying and feeling so bad about getting drunk and asking him to pick her up and he and the reader take care of the girl? Pleaseeee i love your writing 🙏🏻

Ugh, such a good request!

Please, let me have your babies, Ruben 😩😩😩

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 5)

Ruben Dias x Reader - Our Little Women

Enjoy!

Ruben is a girl dad and loves his job more than anything in the world. He had nine months to prepare for it. And even when you had your second child, he was there, prepared to be the best dad to two beautiful girls. He couldn't imagine a life where he wasn't a girl dad, and perhaps that's where he went wrong, his lack of imagination. Ruben had never imagined that his girls would one day become little women, and the realization hit him pretty hard.

"Dad?"

He was in your bedroom sleeping, when a crack of the door reveled your youngest daughter Emilia, with the homeline in her hand.

"What?" He groand, a bit grumpy to be disturb in his sleep, especially with you, fast asleep in his arms.

"Gigi is on the phone." She said. "But why is he she talking so funny?"

"What?" Ruben sat up, rattling the bed as he did. Gigi, short for Giorgina, was your oldest daugter. It was late. Very late for her to call, especially if she was having a sleepover at her friends house. "Come here." Ruben waved for Emilia in the dark. She was quick to rush over with the homeline, raising her arms for Ruben to lift her up into your bed, unhanding her the phone as he pressed it to his ear.

"Hello, Gigi?"

His heart raised when there was no response. However, there was a dimmed sound of music playing in the back.

"Gigi, can you hear me? This is your dad."

"Dad?"

Ruben exhaled. "Yes, dad. Where are you?"

"Dad." His daughter sobbed.

Panic struck Ruben, but he fought to remain calm for Emilia's sake. She was still by his side, her head pressed to his chest.

"Daddy?" She whined, perhaps reacting to how his muscles had tensed.

"Shhh, it's okay." Ruben assured. "I'm trying to talk to your sister. Gigi, can you hear me? Where are you?"

"Daddy." Giorgina sobbed. Ruben did everything not to fly out of bed and run down the stairs.

"Just tell me where you are baby and I'll come get you. Daddy will come and get you."

"I'm at some guys house." She sniffled "My friends and I thought it would be fun to go to his party since him and his friends are a bit older than us..."

"Define older." Ruben said through clenched teeth.

"I dunno, eighteen? They told us that they were seniors."

"Seniors!" He snapped but put a hand to his mouth so as not to wake you up.

"Yes, seniors. Dad, I know that I messed up by lying to you and mom, but can you come and get me? I've had too much to drink and I can't find my friends...."

"Okay, okay...." Ruben said, calming her down.

"Please dad, I'm so scared."

"I'll be there in a minute. Just text me your address and try to stay out of trouble."

Ruben got out of bed.

"Daddy, is Gigi gonna be okay." Emilia asked.

"Yes, baby. She's gonna be fine." He planted a kiss on top of her head. "You stay with mommy and try to get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

With that Ruben got dressed and rushed downstairs. He grabbed his car keys and drove to the adress that your daughter had texted him. She was seen standing outiside of the house, on the sidewalk, waiting for him in the nights cold. Seeing that your daughter was okay, Ruben did nothing more than to open up the passenger door for her, driving off as she got in.

"Dad, I'm so sorry that I...."

"We'll discuss this in the morning."

"But I wanna...."

"I said in the morning Georgina! When your mother is awake."

Ruben kept his hands on the wheel, ignoring the way his daughter crumbled in the seat beside him. He was never the one to raise his voice at the girls. You were often the one more comfortable doing so, but tonight....tonight Ruben doesn't know what he would have done if he hadn't found your daughter waiting for him by the sidewalk. He would have probably stormed the house, threatening every teenage boy up in there to tell him where she was.

Pulling up to your driveway, Ruben was surprised to see you and Emilia waiting.

"Is she okay?" You asked, your expression laced with worry.

"She's fine." Ruben got out of the car and walked around it to open the door up for your daughter. She could barely walk on her own two, Ruben had to help her inside.

"Where was she? What happened to the sleepover at Talia's house?" You asked.

"Apprently they decided that it would be fun to sneak away to a party."

"What?"

"We'll have to give Talia's parents a call in the morning and inform them."

Ruben walked passed you and into the house. Just then your daughter looked to be hit with sudden nausea.

"I think I'm gonna...."

She rushed to the nearest bathroom, and you could only hope that she made it to the toilet in time. Nevertheless you saw the expression on Ruben's face and reached for his hand as you approached him. "You did good baby."

He looked to you, a bit taken aback.

You smiled reassuringly. "Why don't you take Emilia upstairs, tuck her back into bed for me? I'll make sure Gigi is okay."

He nodded his head and beant down to pick Emilia up in his arms. She was halfway asleep by the time he got her tucked into bed.

"Am I in trouble daddy?"

Ruben was on his way to the door when she had him turn back around. "Why would you be?" He said, stroking her hair as he sat down by her bedside.

"I woke up mommy and told her that you went to get Gigi."

Ruben smiled. "That's alright baby. You did what you thought to be right."

"Is Gigi gonna be alright?"

"Of course she is." Ruben assured. "She is just feeling a little sick at the moment. She'll be all good tomorrow, you'll see."

"Okay, daddy."

Ruben bent over to kiss her cheek. "You have a good sleep now."

"Goodnight, daddy."

"Goodnight baby."

Ruben stood and walked over to the door. However he did not shut it until he was sure that his daughter had fallen asleep. He returned to your bedroom, running a hand down his tired face. He could hear you downstairs, taking care of your daughter as she was throwing up whatever she and her friends had consumed that night. Ruben felt betrayed. His daughter knew how he felt about alcohol. Not to mention that she was only sixteen years old, drinking should be the last thing on your daughter's mind.

"Hey?"

Ruben jumped as your arms wrapped around him. He had been sitting on the edge of your bed, deep in reflection. To deep to notice you slip back into your bedroom.

"How are you holding up?" You asked, moving to sit down beside him.

He pulled you in for a hug. "How is Gigi?"

"She's fine." You assured. "At least she will be in the morning."

He nodded.

"How are you doing?"

"Me?" He looked to you and frowned.

"Yes you? You seem a bit shook up."

Ruben sighed. "I don't know. I guess I'm just..."

"Yes?"

"I'm just...."

"Ruben?" Your hand stroked his cheek. "It's okay to be disappointed at her."

He looked to you, surprised that you had read his mind.

You smiled. "She's still our little girl even if she messes up sometimes."

"Yes, but..."

You pressed a finger his lips, silencing him. "No buts. You have the right to be disappointed at her."

He exhaled, admitting defeat.

You leaned in to kiss him, and despite his initial hesitation he warmed up to it, a hand traveling to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

You pulled back breathless, happy to see that Ruben didn't look so deep in thought anymore.

"I guess I never thought about it." He said, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

"Thought about what?"

You did not hesitate to lift up your arms as Ruben then tugged the hem of your own shirt.

"I never thought they'd grow up on me." He said, helping you undress. He pulled you down to lay beneath him, loving the way you giggled when he traced soft kiss up your body. He traced them all the way to the crook of your neck, moving on to the edge of your jaw.

"But they will." You said, cradling Ruben's face between your hands, meeting his eyes. "Our little women."

He smiled. "Yes they will, our little women."

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #seven days of requests

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letsgetrowdy43 · 5 months

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I want to hear more about Hayden’s birth

Okay, purr, so the second Quinn got on the flight to head to Edmonton for his third last game of the season Honey had her two best friends come over and help her take care of Warren because she knew she would be going into labour soon and wanted to make sure someone was there just in case for not only herself but also Warren.

It was kind of expected, but also she was really shocked and scared when she went into labour, mainly because Quinn wasn’t even in the same province and it was all happening so fast. One moment she was organizing the nursery with her one of best friends as the kids played in the playroom, and all of a sudden she just started getting contractions and then everything got really busy really fast. She called Quinn but he didn’t answer, cause he was on the ice, instead she left a short breathy voicemail and two short messages, and then she headed to the hospital.

She was actually pretty fine health-wise, but she was scared and felt really alone while waiting for Quinn. Even though one of her best friends was in the room she just needed her husband and a promise that he was gonna make it on time. Honey called his brothers and her family a few times to tell them that the baby was on the way and they chatted for a bit but then Quinn finally called her back and disrupted their peaceful phone call.

Quinn on the other hand was in a frenzy trying to get home. The second he read his text after doing his post-game interviews he was panicking trying to figure out the fastest route to get home.

He read the short "I'm in labour. Please come home" and immediately started to freak out that he was going to miss one of the singlehandedly important moments of his life. The second she picks up the phone he's like "Please tell me I didn't miss it" Honey just laughs at his slight panic, "Quinn I've been in labour all of an hour and a half, you have time," she laughs but then the laughs turn into tears, "I do need you to hurry up though, I really need you here," she sniffles into the phone which sends Quinn into an even deeper frenzy.

All the other dads in the locker room get it, but also are like "Act like you've been here before my god??" cause he is so all over the place and he has plenty of time to get home in time. He thankfully made it in time, and Hayden was born just a few short hours later.

Quinn definitely cried when he had his first kid, but there was something about having a little girl that had him really emotional, cause she was the most precious thing he had ever laid his eyes on. Honey had stayed pretty strong on the crying, but watching him interact with his daughter definitely had her emotional, he just kept whispering short "thank you's" and "she's perfect, you're perfect's" to his wife which had her on the brink of tears.

Honey was literally a god, she had the perfect birth and the nursing staff were literal gems and helped her through all of it.

Hayden kind of looks like a blonde carbon copy of Quinn and it's the cutest thing ever, whereas Warren carries a few of Honey's traits, Hayden is just all Quinn.

Warren got dropped off in the afternoon after everyone had had some time to sleep and the doctors and nurses had finished all of the post-birth routines. He was very excited to see Quinn again, squeals leaving his lips as Quinn retrieved him from Honey's best friend, the two of them hugging at the entrance of the hospital before Quinn told him all about his baby sister.

The little boy was a little skeptical because she was crying when he first walked in the room, but the second she was gently placed in his lap it all changed, he kept saying how much he loved his baby Hayd and how pretty she was as she rested in his arms. This had almost every adult in the room in tears as his little hands traced patterns on his sister's head, her eyes closing as she fell asleep in his lap.

it was definitely hectic, but also so cute, and everyone is just super happy to have a healthy baby and mama!!

#thelittlesthughesau!!#quinn hughes #dad!quinn hughes #quinn hughes blurb

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slytherinshua · 2 years

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Quokka?

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. felix as a dad. han makes an appearance. pregnancy fic(?). baby stuff lol. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: uhh adorable baby stuff and some kisses. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: felix x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: adorable fluff with felix as a dad, ft. han ♡ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.7k ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: i hath risen from the depths of my 2 week hiatus and brought you this lmao. the first part of this had been written for a long time and it was just rotting in my drafts waiting for me to finish it. the title is shit btw. enjoy! ♡

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” You whispered as you tried your best not to hyperventilate. Your body shook slightly as you sat on the bathroom floor. Tears stained your cheeks and your nerves kept spiking up again every few minutes.

The little blue and white test that you held in your hand was the source of it all. Or maybe it was the 2 red lines it showed. Or the baby that you were now aware was growing in your womb. Or the fact that this was all happening while Felix was away for a short time due to promotions.

You two had always wanted to have kids, but there was no guide you could read to feel ready enough to be pregnant, or be good parents.

It might have been the worst or best time to find out. You were so overwhelmed with everything, but despite that you felt so so happy.

You had just come home from the most stressful day at work, and had not seen Felix for almost a month. But the joy you felt underneath your nerves was just what you needed to feel a bit better.

The past month had been all sorts of overwhelming, but nothing compared to this moment. It felt surreal that your life was about to change forever.

Your phone started ringing and the beginning of “Cause I Like You” echoed through the bathroom.

You looked down at your phone, seeing the screen display his contact. Your eyes widened. You hurriedly grabbed the phone from off the floor and answered it, holding it up to your ear.

“Hey Love!” His voice sounded like music from the other side of the phone, a much needed comfort amidst your anxiety.

“Hi baby.” You breathed. "You're okay", your brain told you over and over again, and you started believing it now that you could hear his voice.

“Did you miss me?” He asked cutely. Thankfully, the phone didn’t pick up uneven breaths or slight sniffling from all the crying..

“Way too much.” You smiled, feeling a million times better in just 10 seconds, and all because of talking to him.

“Aww, baby… I’ll be back in 3 weeks… it’s not that long.” He said, and you could tell from his voice that he was trying to convince himself of the fact too.

“We can last 3 more weeks… I have a surprise for when you get back actually.”

“Really?” You could hear his voice perk up in excitement, before dropping slightly again, “But I told you not to get me anything.” The pout in his voice was very clear and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“This one was a bit unplanned.”

“Hm…” He hummed, “Can I have a hint?”

“Nope~ You’ll just have to wait, my love.”

“Fine.” He sighed. “I have to go… but I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Mhm~ Love you…” You sighed, missing him like hell.

“I love you too. Stay safe, okay? I’ll be back in your arms soon. Bye!!”

“Bye!”

“I love you~!” He sang as he hung up, making you smile again.

You looked down at the little gift box you held in your hands. It had the pregnancy test in it along with a baby onesie and baby bottle. There was no way he wouldn’t get the message from this. You just needed to give it to Felix once he walked through the door in 5 minutes. Easy, right?

The morning sickness had set in a couple days ago, but you tried to not mention it until Felix knew you were pregnant. He would be so worried about you if he knew you were throwing up and feeling sick without knowing the reason.

The doorbell chimed and you stood up immediately, setting the gift box down and going to the door. There he stood on the other side of it, the brightest smile on his face.

“I’m back~” He giggled.

He pulled you into his arms immediately, kissing your cheek and swaying from side to side. You sighed and hugged him tighter, the feeling of having him back in your arms was better than anything else.

“I missed you soooo much… I just wanted to be back with you all that time.” He pouted and you pressed a kiss right on the pout.

“Me too…”

Once he had gotten food and settled on the couch, you grabbed the gift box.

“Remember the surprise I told you about?”

He looked up from his muffin, eyes wide with excitement. You handed over the little box and sat back down beside him. He cracked his knuckles in anticipation, making you giggle.

“Just open it.” You urged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, as he lifted the lid off of the box, revealing the baby things. He picked up the test, and bottle. You noticed his hands start to shake slightly and the recognition dawn on his face immediately.

He turned to you, eyes teary, “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded softly, starting to tear up as well just from seeing him emotional. He pulled you close into a hug, struggling to stop the tears from flowing down his face.

“I love you.” You whispered into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He nodded, sniffling and wiping his eyes.

You laughed, “You’re such a baby. I didn’t expect you to get so emotional.”

“I’m gonna be a dad, how could I not get emotional?” He croaked, and broke down again in tears.

“Cutie…” You whispered, not being able to help the smile that stayed prominent on your face. You loved him so much.

“Are you sure you’re okay?? Do you want water?” Felix continued to ask while you two set up the nursery together. He wanted to do it by himself and let you rest, but how could you not want to decorate as well?

“I’m fine, don’t worry about us.” You smiled, opening up another box filled with baby things.

Felix smiled at you, eyes filled with so much love for you and his daughter that you were carrying. You were almost 34 weeks and your baby bump was very visible. Felix thought it was the most precious thing in the world. He would talk to the bump all the time, and singing to it was one of his favourite things to do.

Finishing up the nursery was more fun than you expected. And when surrounded by adorable baby things, it was hard to fight back the smiles and excitement for when she finally arrived.

Once everything was finished, there was an added bookshelf with children’s stories on it, paintings on the wall, stuffed animals, pillows, a soft rocking chair, and a consistent theme of Teddy Bears. The walls and furniture all matched as well, everything going together in soft brown tones with a scattering of pinks and greens.

“Do you like your room?” Felix asked, kneeling down so he was in level with your stomach. “I think it looks cute… Just like you and your mom.” He pulled up his your oversized sweatshirt and kissed your tummy softly, making you smile.

“I’ll be back in 2 days, are you sure you’ll be okay with Quinn?” You couldn’t help but feel bad that you had been called on a business trip with little warning.

“It’ll be fine, love. We’ll have fun without mummy, right Quinn?” She paid no attention to his words, too immersed in playing with his fingers. “See, we’ll be fine.” Felix smiled.

“Okay. I’ll get going then.” You gave Quinn a kiss on the forehead and Felix a kiss on the lips before stepping out of the house as Felix waved goodbye.

He hummed, taking Quinn over to the kitchen and setting her down on the counter as he took out food from the fridge to make dinner. As long as Quinn had her stuffed bear, Waffle, she was content.

“Dada?” She smiled, looking at him with doe eyes, and his heart melted at the sight.

“Yes baby?” He hummed.

Incoherent babbling followed out of Quinn’s mouth, and Felix nodded along.

“Mhm… You’re so right.” He cooed, eyes full of love whenever Quinn tried to have a conversation with him. She had only learned a couple of words so far, but they could get the attention of Felix anytime.

Soon after Felix put food in the oven, his phone rang. He picked it up, smiling as he read the caller ID. Jisung had called.

“Hi!” [ . . . ] “Mhm! we’re doing well… Y/n’s just gone on a business trip so I have her allllll to myself.” He smiled widely, making Quinn giggle.

“You’re free? You should come over… Can’t keep up that ‘favourite uncle’ status if you don’t come over, now can you? Chan hyung might overtake you~” Felix teased, soon hanging up the phone and turned his full attention back to Quinn.

“The Quokka is coming~~” He sang, patting Quinn’s hair softly.

“Qui…kka?” Quinn tried, drawing Felix’s attention as he looked at her with visible heart-eyes.

“Quo…kka.” He sounded out.

“Quo…kka?”

“You got it!! My baby is so smart, aren’t you?” He praised, scrunching up his nose and giving her a nose kiss.

“Quokka!” She said excitedly, making Felix smile wider. She kept repeating it amongst giggles and kisses as the two waited for Han to come over.

A knock was soon heard, eliciting giggles from both of them. Felix went to answer it, but was swiftly ignored as soon as Jisung spotted Quinn standing in the middle of the living room with Waffle.

He came over to her, immediately picking her up in his arms, both of them smiling widely. She went to grab his cheeks, and Jisung giggled.

“She learned a new word just now.” Felix said, leaning on the counter smiling at the two of them. “Baby, do you want to tell uncle Han what you learned?”

“Quokka!” She exclaimed excitedly, making Jisung’s eyes go wide. He turned to Felix, in disbelief that he just heard the word Quokka come from Quinn’s mouth. Felix’s face held a giant grin and he laughed as he saw Jisung almost tear up.

“My lovely, adorable, baby!!” He let out, making her giggle as he sniffed back his proud tears.

“I think you might keep that favourite uncle status.” Felix said proudly, checking on the food in the oven.

“The members will get so jealous when I tell them!” Jisung said excitedly, making Felix laugh.

It was safe to say that Quinn was adored by everyone.

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graciegoeskrazy · 7 months

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alright, baby

ross macdonald + pre-teen!daughter!reader

warnings: language?, mentions of blood, reader has anxiety, lil panic attack, reader is about 12 (may b a bit younger?)

a/n: uh ok here we go. barely proof read, TY ANONIEEE BAEEEE

It was supposed to be a semi-normal day. Nothing was planned for you and your dad other than stopping by Adam’s birthday party. The morning was normal. You changed into the light pink dress with ruffles your aunt Carly gifted you for your birthday and headed out the door with your dad. You mainly stayed with George during the party. Talking to him about your summer plans and whatever nonsense you two could come up with. It had been a while and he missed his little buddy. All of a sudden you felt a sharp pain. Something you had never experienced before. It wasn’t in your stomach, this was lower. You weren’t sure what to do so you dropped everything and ran upstairs to the bathroom. George was the first to notice your absence. When he came back from getting the two of you a plate, you was gone. He quietly excused himself from the giggles and drinking around him and headed upstairs to check on you. You had gone up almost 10 minutes ago and hadn’t come back down yet.

…

Blood. Not a lot. Just a few drops. But enough for you to have a horrid realization. You just got your first period. This wasn't supposed to happen this way. It came out of nowhere. There had been no previous pain of any kind, no telltale signs that you were about to go through the biggest part of puberty. This came completely out of nowhere.

The knock startled you.“Lovie? You okay in there?”

“George?” You asked through the tears.

“It’s me, my love. What’s going on?”

You couldn’t answer. You couldn’t think of an excuse fast enough. The more time went on, the more you began to panic. “Do you need me to get your dad?”

“No! I-I…I don’t know?” That’s the last thing you wanted. George went anyway.

“I’ll be right back, darling.”

He found Ross and pulled him aside, not wanting to panic him or cause too much attention. “Hey. Y/n is upstairs in the bathroom, crying. I think she needs you.”

“What? Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. She would barely talk to me.”

He handed George his drink and ran upstairs, his dad instincts kicking in.

He ran as fast as he could. “Lovie?” He asked, knocking. “It’s Dad. You alright?” He said, outside the door.

“Daddy?” You were in tears and his heart broke in two.

“What happened darling?” You kept crying, not responding, unsure of what to do. “Open the door for me, love.”

‘I can’t. I don't want to.” You hiccuped, in between sobs. You were on the verge of actual hyperventilation.

“Yes, you can baby. Come on.”

After a moment of hesitation, you reached over to the knob and twisted it, fixing your dress while doing so in hopes that he couldn't find any evidence. “Hey, what’s going on, hm?” He knelt down to you. You avoided his eyes at all costs. “Look at me. Breathe.” You stayed still, not moving your eyes. “I can't help you if you don't stop crying and talk to me.” He said softly. Your eyes slowly met his. He guided you in breathing and doing the exercises he was taught while learning how to help you with your anxiety. After your breathing calmed, he spoke. “What happened?”

You didn’t want to tell him the truth. Your dad had so much on his plate and the last thing you wanted was to be a burden. So, you lied.

“It was just another panic moment. I’m okay.”

After a moment, your dad spoke up. “You sure?” He asked, quirking his brow. You nodded. A part of him didn't entirely believe you. Another part of him wanted to believe you were truthful and wouldn't lie to him (which you never did.) But he knows his baby girl better than he knows himself. He also knew that the truth would reveal itself eventually. So he let it be,

“Why don’t you clean up and then we can go home a bit early? Yeah?”

Your cries were now just little sniffles. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. We’ll have that movie night we’ve been meaning to reschedule.”

You sniffled again. “Okay.”

“Take your time. I’ll be downstairs.” He got up, kissed your head, and walked downstairs to tell the boys he was leaving, reassuring George you would be fine.

…

You were quiet during the car ride. Staring into space like nothing had happened. You never noticed your dad constantly looking over to see you. It was hard for him to keep his eyes on the road. He was afraid you would break any moment and he wanted to be there to scoop you up, like he always did.

Things got worse throughout the night. You were circled up in a ball right against him.

“Do you not feel well, love?”

“I’m fine. Just a little off.” He wasn’t sure what it meant, but knew he was getting closer to the truth, so he let it be.

That was until the middle of the night when he woke up the a large slam of a door and your side of the bed empty.

He got up and headed to the bathroom. “Honey?”

Your first instinct was to stay quiet. “What’s going on love? Let me in.”

“No! Please, I can’t”.

“Yes, you can, y/n. Open up.” He shook the door knob. You just cried more.

“No. Please, Dad.” You said, begging.

“Y/n Macdonald, open this door now.” You continued to sob.

He knew continuing to pressure you would get him nowhere, so he took a different approach. “I saw the sheets, love.”

Shit.

You thought for just a moment then, much to your dismay, you opened the door, not bothering to clean up any of the blood that had dropped on your legs or around the bathroom. Just letting it be. You were so tired you didn’t have the energy for it.

He found you and knelt to your level, just like before. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He grabbed your hands and tried to guide you through breathing. You didn’t listen though.

“This wasn't supposed to happen!”

“It’s alright we’ll figure it out.” He quickly added. He spoke softly.

“I’m sorry, Dad.”

He laughed a bit, “You do not have to apologize, my love. I got you.”

You laid your head in the crook of his neck.

“It hurts.” You said.

“I know, my love. I know.” He let go. “I’ll be right back.”

You were confused. What the hell is he doing? It wasn’t until he came back with a pad did you realize what he was doing. “Pop this on your underwear, clean up a bit then come and find me.” You were naive, not dumb. You knew what a pad was. But how the hell did your dad have one laying around. especially because it was just the two of you? The truth is he’s been (more mentally than physically) preparing for this moment for awhile. He gave you a wink and let you be.

…

When you walked back into the dimly lit room, he was already in bed. He had turned the movie back on and opened his arms wide, expecting you to jump in. You just crawled into his side. He let you be for a couple of minutes before speaking.

“Listen-“

“Don’t give me the talk.”

He looked down. “What?”

“The talk, don’t give it to me, I don't want it.”

he laughed. “I’m not gonna give you the talk, babe.”

You closed your eyes in relief. Ross continued, “At least not right now.”

You just groaned.

“You're getting older babe, I think it’s important you know certain things.”

“Not right now! Just let me sleep!”

He sighed. You snuggled closer.

“Why didn’t you want to tell me?”

You poked your head out a little, just so he could hear you better. You still kept your eyes closed. “I didn't want you to worry about me.”

“Oh, my love.” He looked at you sincerely. “That’s all I ever do.”

“Can I sleep now?” You said through tears.

“he wiped them away as he spoke. “As you wish.”

“Thank you.”

He placed a kiss on your temple. “Just doing my job.”

#the 1975 #x daughter!reader #ross macdonald x daughter!reader #ross macdonald #ross

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littlestarbigsky · 2 days

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yall, @girlishwhimsies cherrycola teen parents au has been rotting my brain for the past week and i could not rest until i wrote s o m e t h i n g on it (i’m so serious it’s 1:24am and i just finished writing this lmao)

here’s kat waking up in the middle of the night and soda being the best dad 😚

it felt like she was getting more and more mobile by the day. she was feeding herself and most of the food ended up in her mouth now, she was able to take off her clothes by herself, which she gladly did at every chance she got. she had been getting adventurous for weeks, even going as far as climbing into johnny’s wheelchair while he was on the couch with pony. cherry and soda knew it was only a matter of time before kat would be able to get herself out of her crib, so they finally bit the bullet and started looking for a toddler bed.

kat must have known something was up, because she was escaping from her crib a few days later. they knew the transition would be rough, but that didn’t make it any easier when their two-year-old was sitting on top of soda and anxiously shaking him awake at three in the morning.

soda rolled onto his back, just catching kat before she could fall off his hip and onto cherry, who was still fast asleep. he sat up, setting her in his crossed legs and holding her face in his hands. she’d managed to get out of her pajamas, go figure, and was definitely worked up about something. she blinked and soda felt a tear hit his thumb.

“jailbreak, huh?” soda whispered. she sniffled quietly, and soda knew what was coming. he scooped her up and carried her out into the hall quickly before she could start crying and wake up cherry.

“alright, kit-kat, what’s got you all upset? was it another bad dream?” he asked her sleepily, but she didn’t answer. instead, her bottom lip quivered and she wrapped her little arms around soda’s neck, starting to properly cry.

he walked with her into the living room, rubbing her back and bouncing her lightly, letting her cry it out, “i know, baby, it’s okay, dada’s right here.”

he pulled his shirt off to do some skin to skin with her, hoping it would help her calm down, and grabbed one of her blankets and wrapped it around her to keep her warm. it took her a little while, but her cries finally subsided to sniffles and whimpers. soda sat down on the couch, kat laying over his chest, his heart breaking looking into her big brown eyes full of tears.

“you wanna tell me what happened?” he asked, brushing back some of her wild red curls. she definitely had the vocabulary to answer him, but she didn’t always want to talk when she wake up in the night. she pouted her bottom lip out again and shook her head. soda whispered, “no words tonight? that’s okay. we can just cuddle.”

he knew it was probably just a dream that spooked her a little bit, but it still broke his heart clean in two when she snuggled up with him, still crying softly.

“you know,” he whispered into her hair, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “uncle pony sometimes gets bad dreams, too. they used to spook him pretty bad, but he’s much better now. he’s just got a huge imagination, like you. but the doctor says it’s why he’s so dang smart. and you know what? you’re gonna be just as smart as him and your mama, you know that?”

he kept on talking to her until her breathing evened out and he knew she was asleep. he slowly stood up and carried her back to their room, the blanket still tucked around her.

when soda turned around after closing the door behind him, cherry was sitting up in the bed.

“not you, too,” he smiled at her.

“was she crying? you have work in the morning, i could have gotten her…” she yawned, and immediately cringed as kat started fussing in soda’s arms.

cherry held out her arms and soda passed kat off to her, flopping down next to them in the bed. she cradled their baby in her arms and soda watched in awe as cherry calmed her back down in moments.

“that’s right, sweetheart, you can sleep, mama’s here, dada’s here, we love you so so much, we’ll keep you safe, you can sleep.”

it was only a few minutes before kat was dozing off against cherry, still wrapped up in her blanket. she looked over at soda, her eyebrows raised playfully, “she really doesn’t like staying in her pajamas, does she?”

“i guess not,” soda smiled, laying down next to them, rubbing cherry’s knee where she was sitting up next to him.

“i guess neither of you do,” she giggled, reaching over and gently shoving his bare shoulder. “was she crying? did i sleep through it again?”

“nah, she woke me up,” soda shook his head. “just a bad dream i think, it was nothing.”

cherry nodded and carefully scooted down, setting kat between them.

“you think we’ll ever sleep through the night again?” cherry asked softly, twirling one of kat’s ringlets around her index finger.

“maybe,” soda whispered. “but i bet one day we’ll be crazy enough to miss this.”

cherry hummed in agreement, her eyelids already drooping.

soda pressed a kiss to her head, “she’s staying with us?”

“mm, just this once,” cherry mumbled.

part of soda didn’t believe for a second this would be a one time thing, but he was happy to let it slide. exhaustion taking over, they fell asleep with their baby sandwiched between them, one of soda’s fingers clutched in her hand.

#the outsiders #the outsiders fic #sodapop curtis #cherry valance #cherrycola teen parents au #star’s writing

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positivelyholland · 2 years

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Styles/swift daughter reader and maybe she’s with Harry and they have an angsty fight?

pairing: harry styles x daughter!reader

genre: angst

warnings: arguing with parent, name calling, taylor being the best mom ever, harry's a bit of a shitty dad for a little while tho

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You had just finished unpacking your stuff after making it to your dads house a few hours earlier, so you decided that you would go spend some time with your dad since you haven't seen him in a while. As you started the walk down the hall to his office, you heard his voice from outside the room just when you were about to knock.

"I just never know what to do while she's here, she's always so picky and it makes my life so much harder"

At the sound of the awful words coming out of his mouth, you froze in your place. That was the last thing you expected to hear while you were simply trying to hang out with your dad for heavens sake!

You knew better, you should've just kept on walking and mind your own business. I mean, it would save you from an inevitable mental breakdown.

But nonetheless, you kept listening.

"she's just such a handful, I have no clue how Taylor is able to deal with her for such long periods at a time"

As you heard this, you swear you could hear your heart break in your chest. You made the (not so smart) decision to start recording what you were hearing so you could use it to possibly go back to your moms house. There was no way you could continue to live here if that's how he was going to talk about you.

"I'm so behind on all my work, the last thing i need is another burden to add to the list of things i need to worry about"

You continued to catch everything he said about you on video, and in the meantime, you realized that you had started crying.

Once you had decided that enough was enough, you walked back to your room and sent the video to your mom in hopes that she would let you go back to her house.

You put your phone down and started crying. You muffled the sound with your pillow because the last thing you needed was for Harry to hear you crying. That would just make him despise you more.

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You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing, which confused you since you didn't even remember ever falling asleep. As you check the screen, you're met with your moms contact picture proving that it was her that was calling you.

"hello?" your voice was incredibly weak and scratchy from both the crying and the fact that you had just woken up.

"Oh y/n/n, I'm so sorry about what he said. I've already sent him a text telling him off for what he said" Taylor responded, sounding as upset as you were, if not more.

"Thanks mom, I just wanna come back to your house" a small sob broke out as the words left your mouth.

"i know baby. I'll tell you what, if he doesn't fix what he did and take you on a daddy daughter date then we can try to work something out. Does that sound okay?" she was furious about what Harry had said and with how it had affected you she was more than willing to do anything to help you out.

You sniffled and wiped off some of your tears, "okay mom, love you."

"Love you too, so much. Let me know if you need anything" Taylor responded. "I'll talk to you later"

You just nodded before hanging up. You decided that sleep was the best thing you could do at the moment to help you forget about what he said, but sleep requires peace which you definitely did not have, so you ended up just laying in bed alone with your thoughts.

Unaware of how long it had been, you heard a knock at your door which you could only assume was your dad coming to apologize after your mom yelled at him.

However, he had different plans.

"Y/N Y/M/N Styles-Swift!" He yelled your full name at you so this couldn't be good.

You just rolled over in your bed to face him, and once he had seen your tear stained face, he somehow seemed to become even angrier.

"Care to explain why I just got a call from your mother saying that you told her that I said something that wasn't even your business to hear in the first place?" he practically screamed at you.

"Im sorry dad, I just didn't know what else to do" your voice was barely above a whisper.

"But if you weren't such a crybaby and you had a brain then you would've known what to do"

There's no way this was actually him. This was not the Harry you knew. Your dad would never treat you like this, or so you thought.

You decided not to respond to him, as he would probably use anything you say against you at this point, and would ultimately make the situation worst. You resulted to just staying quiet and nodding.

Once Harry decided he was done yelling at you, he stomped out of your room and left with a slam of your door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N I'm so sorry to do this to y'all but lemme know if you want a part 2

#taylor swift x daughter!reader #harry styles x daughter!reader #positively holland #styles swift!reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles

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coffeecat1983 · 1 year

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Always Have Been (Mario movie AU fic)

(Language, trigger warning for a slur used, Transgender Mario)

In a small Italian coffeeshop and bar in Brooklyn, a birthday party was winding down. Remains of cake and ice cream sat forgotten on red and green paper plates. Seated at the head of the table, Marianna and Giovanni sat together. He had his arm around her as she leaned against his shoulder. Picking up his wineglass, he sighed. "Now that was a sixteenth birthday party." he chuckled. He took a sip then raised his glass towards the bar. "Tony! Good call on the wine!" His younger brother looked up from checking the bar's stock and grinned at him, giving a wave. Marianna sat upright and reached for her own glass. "Did you enjoy the party, sweetheart?" she said. Luigi looked up from new video game he had gotten. "Yeah! Thanks Ma, Dad. This was great!" Marianna looked around. "Where's your sister gotten off to?" "Oh, he-eerm, she, she wanted some fresh air. I think she went upstairs for a bit." Arthur, who was behind the main counter, was listening in. He caught the odd sound in Luigi's reply. He knew that tone, that sound of hiding something. He'd used it God knew how many times as a teen himself. Marianna sighed. "Oh, not the roof again, she'll ruin her dress up there." "I'll go see what she's up to," Arthur quickly volunteered. Before anyone could say anything, he was in the kitchen and heading for the roof of the three-story building. Pushing open the creaking rooftop door, he looked around. Traffic passed on the street below, along with the mixed sounds of the city. Underneath it all, he heard soft crying from nearby. Making his way past the air conditioners, he found the source of the sound. "Mirra? Hey." he said gently, sitting beside his niece. He saw she had changed from her party dress into red pajama pants and was wearing her baggy red hoodie. She sniffled, quickly wiping her eyes. "H-Hey, Uncle Art." He put his arm out and Mirra scooted over, leaning against his side as he gave her a sideways hug. Both were quiet for a while. "Not exactly a breathtaking view," Arthur spoke up. The little building was connected to other various shops with apartments on the middle and upper floors, and taller buildings were spread out around them, blocking the views. The apartment rooftops were littered with clotheslines, air conditioning units, small water towers and various other paraphernalia of city life. Mirra giggled softly at his little joke, the blue eyes she shared with her twin sparkling in the soft light. "There's my Firefly's smile," he said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. "What's on your mind? You left the party without saying anything." Moving so she was facing him, Mirra drew her legs up again. "Uncle Art, you always said I can tell you anything." He gave a nod, so she continued. "Can you keep a secret?" Arthur couldn't help it, he smiled. "Kid, I kept your Uncle Tony's secret for years until he was ready to talk about it. I can keep yours, too." "I remember when Uncle Tony told his secret." Mirra said softly.

The family had gathered in the top floor apartment's living room after Sunday dinner. Tony had said he had something he wanted to talk about. While Marianna and Papa Salvatore took the news well, Giovanni didn't. There were a lot of heated words that night and Marianna had quickly ushered the two kids off to their room. It was true things had been smoothed over, after a lot of talking, but Mirra had never seen her Uncle Tony cry before, and the hurt look in his eyes at her father's angry words had haunted her. "I'm afraid Ma and Dad will hate me. I, I don't," she sighed, closing her eyes and gathering her courage, "I don't think I'm a girl!" she blurted out as tears started falling. She waited for him to yell, scold her, tell her she was crazy. Cracking an eye open, she saw he instead had an understanding look on his face. "Firefly, you feel more like a boy, don't you?" A sob made her shake. "I feel like I'm crazy!" He put his arms out. "C'mere kid." He pulled her close in a warm hug. "You're not crazy, not at all." "Then what am I?" she wept. "I hate wearing dresses, I hate my hair. Ma wants me to get my ears pierced and I don't want to! I don't want makeup or any of that! I want to be like Lu so much it hurts!" "My little Firefly, you're not alone. I have friends like you, and they have a name for that." Mirra's eyes grew wide as Arthur explained. "I, I'm not crazy?" she breathed. "Not in the least, kid." She picked at some fluff on her pajama pants. Arthur folded his arms, thinking. "What if I take you shopping tomorrow? You can pick out some clothes from the boy's section. And a haircut, any style you want." Mirra stared at him. "R-Really? But what about Ma, and Dad?" Arthur smirked. "Don't sweat it, I'll handle that side of things. I promise."

The next evening... "Arthur, what were you thinking?" Giovanni nearly snapped. "Letting her cut her hair so short! And boys' clothes? Really?" Tony stayed quiet, keeping an eye on his younger twin. He had seen that defiant look on his face before, the night Tony had come out to the family. "For cryin' out loud, it's not a big deal. It makes the kid happy, so let her be happy!" Arthur bristled, ready to defend further if he needed to. Giovanni opened his mouth to argue back but stopped when Marianna placed a hand on his shoulder. "He's right." she said softly, "As long as Mirra is happy, we should be, too." Giovanni groaned and walked off towards the little kitchen. Marianna shook her head before glancing over at her children. They were seated at one of the booths, laughing and chattering as they played their handheld video games together. "Mar, I know it's different," Arthur started to explain, "but she really wanted a haircut and I mean, c'mon, kid's got me wrapped around her little finger." Marianna just sighed. "It's all right, Arthur." She looked over at them again. "You know, I always wondered about something when I was pregnant with them." She turned away. "Let me go get Gio calmed down." As she left, Tony came over and sat by his twin. They watched the teens play for a while. "Art?" "Yeah?" "This isn't gonna be pretty, is it?" Arthur sighed, rubbing his head. "Nope. Brace yourself bro, this isn't gonna be a smooth ride at all." "Well, shit." "Yup."

5 years later... The yellow van pulled up along the back of the coffee shop and the doors popped open. A tall, young man dressed in a green, short sleeve shirt and dark blue jeans got out of the passenger side. From the driver's side, another man dressed in a similar outfit, only with a red shirt and lighter blue jeans. Opening the back of the van, Mario pulled out one of the boxes. "Yeesh, baking supplies for Ma are always so heavy." he said. Luigi grabbed another box. "Yeah, but man are they worth it!" Luigi said. The two carried the supplies into the little kitchen. "Ma! We're back!" Mario called out. Marianna came in from the main dining area. "My boys!" she gushed as they set the boxes aside. She gave each several kisses on the cheek. "Thanks for getting those, I'm making cupcakes tomorrow and was almost out of ingredients." "I'll take two chocolate ones as payment!" Luigi called over his shoulder as he went back outside. Mario chuckled and went to follow him, but Marianna grabbed his hand. "Are you sure you should be lifting heavy boxes, sweetheart?" she asked worriedly. Mario squeezed her hand. "It's okay Ma, it's been four months since the surgery, the doc said I could handle it now. I'll be careful, I promise." Marianna kissed his cheek again. "My handsome man, I just want you to be safe." Going back outside, Mario went to get the next box when someone spoke. "Hi, Mario." Mario nearly fell out of the van, scrambling to jump out. "Peach! I, uh, hey!" he said, flustered. "H-How are you?" Luigi hid by the side of the van, watching with a smirk. Peach worked with her grandma in the clothing shop that was next door and she and Mario had been talking for a while now. Luigi had kept after him to ask her out, but Mario always grew tongue-tied at the thought. "I'm good," Peach seemed to be nearly as shy about talking as Mario was. "I just wanted to say hi since I'm on my break." "Do it," Luigi hissed at his bro. Mario swallowed hard, tugging at his shirt. "Peach, would, would you like to maybe see a movie with me this Friday?" he blurted out. Peach's eyes lit up. "I'd love to! Maybe we could-" she stopped as an engine revved and a black motorcycle pulled up. Seated on it was a burly man in black leather pants and jacket, wearing sunglasses. Spike worked with the construction crew that was repairing a building down the street from the shops and he had gone to high school with Mario and Luigi, back when Mario was still Mirra. "Peachy! Babe!" he grinned. "Just who I wanted to see. You and me, a date this Friday. Whadda ya say?" Peach stepped away from him and towards Mario. "Sorry Spike, I've already made plans with Mario." Spike scoffed. "Plans, with that thing? It's not even a real man!" Mario had to grab Luigi as his brother flew forward, fists at the ready. "Say that again you stupid fuck!" Luigi spat out. "Lu, Lu it's okay!" Mario urged. Spike laughed, revving the bike again. "Whatever, your loss, babe! Enjoy the dickless freakshow!" He laughed again as he took off. Luigi was fuming. "Show his face again..." he muttered "I'll kill him!" "C'mon Lu, take five, would ya?" Mario urged. "It's okay, I swear." Still snarling, Luigi grabbed another box and stomped back into the kitchen. Mario pulled his hat off, his shoulders slumped. "Peach, I'm sorry, I, um... I mean if you don't want to go Friday, I'd understand." Peach came over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you Friday." she said with a smile. Mario turned nearly as red as his shirt. "S-See you then." he mumbled as she headed back to her store. Taking another box, he practically floated into the kitchen.

That evening the bell over the door rang. Mario was in the kitchen, and he heard his father exclaim happily as he greeted the customers. "Cranky you old nutjob! It's been ages, how the hell are you?" Giovanni eagerly greeted his old friend. "What's with the beard, you look like father time!" "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Gio, you're getting a gut yourself. The sight makes me wish I hadn't moved back to Brooklyn!" Cranky said teasingly, taking a seat at the counter. A tall, muscular young man sat beside him. Marianna squeaked when she saw him. "Don't tell me this is DK! You've grown into a fine young man!" she said. DK grinned, rubbing the back of his head. "It has been a while, hasn't it?" He caught sight of Luigi. "Lu! Holy crap you grew your mustache!" Luigi laughed. "Hey, I always said I would." DK looked around. "Where's Mirra?" Tony and Arthur, who were both behind the bar, glanced at each other. "Oh, shit." Tony muttered. Arthur didn't say anything, just listened. The kitchen door swung open as Mario came out. He hesitated but then came over as Marianna nodded to him. "Hey, DK," he said softly, "it, it's been a while." DK blinked. "Mirra?" he then broke into a grin. "Get over here so I can admire that stache, dude!" His eyes lighting up, Mario leapt over the counter and hugged his old friend. DK looked him over. "Holy shit, man, you look amazing!" "Thanks, DK." "Hey, I gotta know. It's not Mirra anymore, right? What name didja take?" "It's Mario now." DK thought it over. "Mario and Luigi. Yeah, I like it!"

As they talked, Cranky remained quiet. That is, until Giovanni came over. "What the hell did you let your daughter do to herself?" he asked. "I let my son become who he was supposed to be." Giovanni snapped back. "You got a problem with it?" The coffeeshop fell quiet, everyone feeling the tension in the air. Cranky sniffed. "Bad enough your brother is gay, now your kid is messed up too. At least Luigi's normal." Luigi looked down, glad the rainbow socks he was wearing were hidden from sight. "Get out." Giovanni pointed to the door. "DK can stay, but you, get out. And don't you dare come back in here. Ever." Cranky just shrugged. "Fine. C'mon son." "No." DK said softly. "What?" Cranky looked surprised. DK stood up. "I want to see my friends. I'm staying." Letting out a sound of disgust, Cranky left, calling out "Don't stay out too late!" Running a hand over his face, DK signed. "Mario, I'm sorry he- Mario?" In the tension, Mario had vanished. Arthur came out from behind the bar and went towards the kitchen with Luigi following him. "Uncle Art, I," he paused, "I don't know what to do." Arthur glanced over his shoulder. "You go catch up with DK. Don't worry about your brother, I got this." Heading upstairs, he stopped off at the second-floor apartment before continuing to the roof. Opening the door, he walked out and looked around. It seemed empty. Going around the A/C units, he felt his heart sink. "Oh, kid." Just like five years ago, Mario was sitting on the roof, legs pulled up tight as he shook with quiet sobs. Arthur sat wordlessly beside him, placing what he had been carrying next to him. He looked out over the view. Besides the construction towards the east, things hadn't changed much over time. Traffic sang on the streets, a siren howling its warning in the distance. Chatter was faint over the air as people went back and forth, each wrapped up in their own lives. Arthur closed his eyes, taking it all in. After a while there was a soft rustle beside him. "Why am I such a screwup?" Mario asked, his voice low. Arthur opened his eyes but still stayed quiet. "All I ever wanted was to look like and sound like I felt inside," Mario continued, "but every time it comes up, I make things worse. Coming out to Ma and Dad, I dragged Lu into it."

"You better stay with your uncles for a while." Giovanni said. Luigi stepped up. "Then you can kick me out, too." Giovanni stared at him. "Why would-" "Because I'm gay, Dad!" Luigi yelled, "And we all know what you think about that after the way you treated Uncle Tony!"

Mario let out another sob. "This afternoon Lu almost got into it with Spike over me, then dad kicks out his oldest friend, all because of me!" he hid his face. "I'm just a freak." He looked up, rubbing at his eyes when he heard a *pop* and a soft hiss. Arthur held out a brown bottle. Mario couldn't help it, he let out a soft laugh. "Really?" Arthur gave a nod. "You're twenty-one, you've had a shit day, you earned it." he said. Mario took a long drink as Arthur opened his own bottle. Taking a drink, he then sighed. "You didn't drag your brother into anything. He came out that day because he did what he's always done. Stayed by your side and protected you, just like you've done for him. As for getting into a fight, well that's just what siblings do to keep each other safe. You know what I did when someone once called your Uncle Tony a fag?" Mario shook his head. "I slugged the hell out of em! Ended up in jail overnight with a black eye of my own." he took another drink. "Thought your dad was gonna kill me. But it was worth it to defend my bro. Now, about Cranky. Look, he's always been stupid fuck." Mario burst out laughing. "That's what Lu called Spike!" Arthur swept his arms out. "And was he wrong? No!" he laughed along with him. "There's my Firefly's smile." Mario's laugher died down. "Firefly, you haven't called me that in a long time." he said. "You're always my Firefly, kid. Always have been, always will be." he sighed, leaning back. Amid the sounds of the city, down on the sidewalk below there was the cry of a baby. "Your Ma ever tell you about when she found out she was having twins?" "Just that she and Dad were excited to share the news with you and Uncle Tony." Arthur hummed. "There's a little bit more to that story. They went back to the doctor after a while to see if you two were boys or girls. The doc said one of each and your Ma asked him to check again, she didn't believe him." Mario tilted his head, confused. "Why not?" "She was convinced she was having two boys. Wasn't until you two were almost ready to be born that she accepted she was having a girl." He put his arm around Mario. "Why do you think it didn't hit her so hard that night?" "She knew." Mario said softly. "You're not a freak, not a screwup, kid. Never have been." he picked up his drink and stood. "Now c'mon, you got a friend downstairs who wants to catch up with you." Mario got up, and his eyes lit up. "Oh, right! I gotta tell DK I got a date with Peach!" he eagerly ran for the roof door. Arthur choked on the beer. "Wait, a date?! What?! Mario wait!" Arthur chased after him. "What's this about a date! Don't you dare spill details without me!"

By "CC"

#fanfic #luigi #mario #mario movie #super mario bros #lgbtq #transgender #transMario #coming out #Human Donkey Kong #Human Cranky Kong #uncle arthur #uncle tony #princess peach #long post #long read

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lost-in-sokovia · 2 years

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Gather around the fire, children. It is time for Rosie Ro’s headcannons. • Peony and Jay have the most special relationship, but it has its trials. I feel like during her teenage years, she might have some pent up angst about Jay being absent and unreliable. She had the reader, sure, but her dad is so smart and caring and she really looked up to that—she wanted him around more often. But also, she’s a smart girl herself and comes to understand why he made the choices he did.

• Ariel believes in unicorns. Like, really believes in them. Fairies, too. She weeps like a baby when Klitz tells her that they’re fake. (It would probably be Klitz, he’s like “well they’re not scientifically correct honey! 🤓” and reader’s like “shut up let her dream.”)

• Speaking of the Klitz family, Tim can only produce girls. Like no matter how many Klitz babies happen, he’s a chronic girl dad. (I feel like he wants a million kids with the reader but she’s like “alright slow your roll bud we can only afford so many.”)

• Peter (he’s a Soph deep cut) and Genevieve are super close. They’re like the good ending version of Annie and Ellen.

• Annie makes Joby a lot more soft. He thinks he’s all rock and roll and no feelings, but he finds himself crying just thinking about her. (Fun fact: my dad used to be in a band and he kept baby pictures of me and my brother pasted to his instrument cases. Joby vibes for sure.)

• All of the Bezukhov babies would be progressive little boys and girls. Both Pierre and reader would instill more “out there” values in them for the time period and they all grow up to be outspoken in their opinions. (Pierre has that “he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit” allyship energy about him haha.)

WOO, yippee! Feel free to agree or disagree with any of these, just my silly little thoughts. Love always! -🥀

oh i’m so excited for this okay

i totally 10000% agree with this. i think you’re spot on. i haven’t published a fic i started like six months ago yet, but like, it touches on jay being absentee and whatnot. those two are so strongly bonded though that yeah, they always work through whatever quarrels they have with each other.🤍

YES OH MY GOD. i used to love unicorns even when i knew they weren’t real. i just thought the idea of them was cool. but entirely, and ari won’t let her dad spoil things for aurora and she entertains her little sister’s love in magical beings for as long as possible :)

this man is fertile and he only makes girls amen in the name of the father, son, and timothy klitz amen

PETER OH MY LORD I LITERALLY NEVER TALK ABOUT HIM. okay this is the one headcanon i sadly have to deny because @spicedchaiandromeda and i have discussed in extent that like ginny HATES peter. she’s so jealous of him when he’s little and thinks her dad loves him more, which isn’t true of course. maybe one day i’ll touch on it but yeah, peter and ginny have a bit of a rocky relationship being half siblings and whatnot

OH A BILLION PERCENT. cause at night when he gets home late from a show and goes into her room to kiss her head, she’ll wake up and make him pull her into his arms and just rock her for a bit. she doesn’t care if he’s still a bit sweaty, she just wants her daddy. and he’ll hold her and look at her sleepy little face and sniffle because damn, what did he do to deserve this?

oh entirely!! dimitri is gay, so i mean it only makes sense!! you and pierre had always taught progressive and accepting beliefs to your children from the beginning, and when dimitri came out it became much more important. and the whole “he’s confused but he’s got the spirit” thing wipes me out because it’s totally true. pierre said “ally!🏳️‍🌈”

roro THANK YOU for the headcanons🥺 you give me motivation to complete my drafts and keep up with these babies. to everybody reading this, i apologize for the lack of interaction lately, i do love you all though and think about you🤍

#btw soph #🥀 anon #peony okja #jay okja #ariel ivy klitz #aurora seraphine klitz #timothy klitz #peter matthew freeman #annie hendrix taylor #joby taylor #pierre bezukhov #dimitri peotrovich bezukhov

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ducknotinarow · 1 year

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“What kind of Koopa are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” With a tilt of his head, Jr. watches Chompy curiously. “Are you lost?” ( finally offers a friend :’3 )

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Chompy, knew he wasn't meant to travel in the sewers by himself. That he should at least go with his dads first. One of his uncles second even. Heck even along with Savage at least! The basic rule was Chompy no matter what should ever go into the sewers alone by himself. Never knew what he might run into, least that what he was always told by his Dad's. But his Dad's were also just so very over protective of him and sometimes that could be annoying. He was a tough little turtle himself. Chompy didn't need his hand to be held so he ventured off by himself! So he was going to prove that even. Waiting for the best time where no one was watching him he very carefully made his way out from the lair. Chompy new some of the tunnels from travels before, he would just go up to the nears manhole cover and grab something to prove he made it there and home with out a snag. Course it was a bit different walking by himself compared to being with Papa Raph. Who either carried him or held his hand. Was it left or right they normally went? Then again Chompy wasn't all to sure which was left and which was right either.

That issue continued as he just took a random guess and figured if he end a dead end he Could turn around.

And you know what happened? That's right! Everything went south very fast. Chompy soon found himself lost. He knew parts of tunnels from traveling but he often followed someone else and didn't fully pay attention so it was easy to get turned around and lost. Like Chompy was till coming across one large green pipe. Now finding himself? Well he was still trying to figure that part out? What were you meant to do when lost? OH! Easy keep on moving forward.

Through maybe that thought was wrong Chompy started to rethink as he just found himself more and more confused only growing less and less unsure of this whole idea as time went on. Plopping down on the the ground tail curling around himself as he drew his knees towards his plastron. Tucking his face away as he tried to squeeze his eyes tight to avoid the tears building up to fall.

"I shoulda neva left home" he slight admits finally when the sound of another voice near set him jumping right out of his shell.

“What kind of Koopa are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

Chompy blinks but keeps his eyes focused on to the turtle before him? Least they sorta look like a mutant turtle to Chompy. Hmm but he said koopa? Whats a koopa? Is it like a turtle? They had spikes on the back of their shell similar to himself and his brother even. But he hadn't spoked a word just slight shrunk away from this maybe turtle? Koopa thing? Hmm guess Koopa was right for them. Tail curling in tighter around himself as he looks away from them. Wishing even more his papa Raph was here with him.

"Imma turtle not a koopa," Chompy managed to mumble out as he kept his attention on the dirt.

“Are you lost?”

Chompy slowly nods his head and sniffles a bit as he moves to rub at his eyes. Last thing he needed to throw in was crying around some random kid he just met. Oh wait, that hadn't clued in on him just yet this is just another kid right? Slightly lifting his gaze to the other kid. "Y-yeah." maybe this kid could tell him how to get back home? "I was exploring and found a big green tube that brought me here." Chompy finally speaks up. "But..I dunno where here is? or how to go back. My Dad's gonna be so mad though." Which Chompy wasn't sure what part was worse about all of this. Being lost or making them mad possibly. Chompy slowly uncurled his tail and moved to stand up. Had to be like his dad's and be brave! As he moved to stand up now. "I'm Chompy," he offers his name, there should be any worry talking to them since they weren't human either after all. "Uh coulda ya tell me where i am maybe that help me get back?" he hopes at least. But hey some luck on his side that he came across another little turtle like himself right?

#muse| cho #muse| chompy picasso #forthehonorandtheglory #[ different pipes differe lives -forthehonorandtheglory]#[new tag]#muse interacction #stay qeued #ic reply #((I could resist answering this one uwu))

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bernadettelovestokiohotel · 2 years

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Confession Part 2

Everyone sat down in a circle,around the camp-fire.

The gang was just talking and making jokes,then Bruce wanted to know what has been bothering Vance so much.

"Vance?"

Bruce said as he looked directly in Vance's eyes.

"hm?"

"Is everything okay?You seem really..."

Bruce stopped.He didn't even know how to describe it.

"I seem really what?"

Vance asked.

"sad,tired...is there something bothering you?"

Vance paused for a second.For the first time,after all these long years,somebody asked him how he felt.He didn't know how to respond to that.Should he lie and say he's alright?Should he tell the truth and take it all out?Both of the choices seemed like way too much.

"..."

Vance was silent.

"Aw c'mon man..you can tell us anything."

Robin reassured Vance.

"is everything okay?"

Gwen asked.

Suddenly,tears were falling down on the brown,hard ground while the tall blonde sniffled and holding in his tired scream for help and rest.

"NO!NOTHING'S FINE!."

Vance yelled angrily.But then again you can see and hear he was so exhausted and sad.

"I CANT CATCH A GODDAMN BREAK.NOT ONCE,IN THESE 10 YEARS,HAVE I SLEPT PEACEFULLY,OR JUST HAD A SMALL MOMENT FOR MYSELF WHERE I DID WHAT I ENJOYED."

He started,he was finally bursting.After 10 years of bottling up the emotions he held inside..it finally burst.

"THEN THERE'S MY FATHER WHO KEPT ABUSING ME AND MY LITTLE SISTER EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN DAY,AND NOW IS BEGGING US TO COME BACK AND APPARENTLY WANTS TO BE A GOOD FATHER NOW."

Vance argued as he tightened his fists.

"That bastard...THAT FUCKING BASTARD TELLS ME THAT I DID THE BARE MINIMUM FOR ELIZA.BARE MINIMUM???I SPENT MORE THAN HALF OF MY LIFE,TAKING CARE OF HER AS SHE WAS MY OWN CHILD!"

He continued.He couldn't contain his anger anymore.

"I WASHED ELIZA'S SHITTY DIAPERS!I PICKED LICE OUT OF HER HAIR.!I LEARNED TO COOK WHEN I WAS 10 BECAUSE MY FATHER COULDN'T GET OFF HIS ASS AND DO IT HIMSELF,I DROVE TO THE HOSPITAL 4 TIMES IN ONE NIGHT BECAUSE I KEPT THINKING ELIZA'S FEVER WILL GET WAY WORSE AND SHE'LL PASS OUT.SHE ALWAYS CALLED ME DAD WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER CAUSE OUR REAL ONE COULDN'T BOTHER TO STICK AROUND!"

Vance just kept going.He never told anyone about this,so this was really heavy for him and the gang.

"I'd die for Eliza!.I love her like my own child!And I'd do anything for her!"

Vance yelled as he started shaking.

"BUT NOT ONCE IN THESE 10 SHITTY YEARS DID I EVER HAVE ANYONE ASK ME "HEY ARE YOU OKAY?" OR "HEY YOU CAN TALK TO ME"!NONE OF THAT!"

"I NEVER HAD THE TIME TO PLAY WITH TOYS OR HAD THE TIME FOR MYSELF BECAUSE I WAS FORCED TO PLAY A ROLE OF A FATHER AT THE AGE OF 9!"

Vance lowered his head and covered his ears.He expected to be laughed at for showing emotion.But after a few seconds,he looked up,seeing everyone's faces.

Griffin had a very sad look on his face.Robin looked worried and upset.Finney was holding Gwen,he looked very guilty.Gwenny looked upset too Billy,surprisingly looked really upset too.And Bruce looked like he was about to cry his eyes out,the guilt was killing him.

Robin smiled at Vance,who was curled up in a ball with his ears covered.Robin then pat his shoulder.

"good job for getting it out,buddy."

Robin said.

"we're here for you,Vance."

Finney added,smiling.

"even after all that,you still managed to be an awesome friend to us."

Griffin stated,putting a grin on his face.

This made Vance cry even more.

Bruce spread his arms.

"c'mere!"

Bruce said.

Vance cried out,laughing as he was hugging Bruce tightly while everyone immediately ran to hug him too.

"I love you guys so much!!.."

Vance yelled while crying,but still smiling.

"we love you too!"

The gang shouted as they hugged him tightly.

After an hour of calming a bit down,everyone felt way better,especially Vance.

"and guess what I bought.."

Robin said as he reached for his back-pack.He pulls out a few bottles of beer.

"ooooo..beer."

Vance said.He really loves beer and drinks it whenever he can.

"I know you've had a hard time,you deserve a break man."

Robin said as he handed the beer to Vance.

"thanks."

Vance thanked him,smiling.

Vance reached for his guitar and started playing a bit.

Bruce rests his head on Vance's shoulder and was trying his hardest not to fall asleep.

This flustered Vance a bit,but he wouldn't complain at all.

After a while,Griffin got a great idea.

"Let's make s'mores!"

He yelled.

The group started making s'mores.

"Oh,Vance!Yours is completely burnt!"

Griffin said to remind Vance.

"I know,i like them burned."

Vance smiled.He takes the marshmallow that was still on fire and put it in his mouth.

"VANCE NO!"

Finney and Bruce yelled in a panicky tone.

"GO VANCE GO!!"

Gwen and Robin were just hyping him up,while Billy and Griffin were laughing their asses off.

Vance was just laughing and smiling the entire time.He felt really chill and happy for the first time in years.

After the gang finished eating the delicious treat,Bruce felt a bit sleepy.

Bruce yawned.

"I'm going to the van to sleep..goodnight guys"

He said as he got up to get in the van.

"night Bruce!"

Everyone wished him a goodnight and continued with their conversations.

After about 10 minutes,Vance wanted to return his guitar back into the van,but the he looked behind him,seeing Bruce,still awake,wearing Vance's AC/DC shirt,staring out the window.

"i thought you went to sleep?"

He said.

Bruce got startled a bit.He didn't even hear Vance entering the vehicle.

"oh..yeah..I couldn't fall asleep.."

Bruce looked down.

"oh!Sorry i took it without your permission.I got a bit cold so..I took your shirt..They have a very nice smell and are very warm.."

Vance pulls Bruce's waist and grabbed his face with his thumb and index finger.

"please tell me that you want me."

Vance said.

Bruce blushed as red as a tomato when he heard that.

"w-wha-"

Before he could even get a few words out,Vance already kissed him on his soft cherry colored lips.Bruce couldn't deny a kiss from Vance Hopper so,he happily kissed him back.

They layed down on a seats as Vance started kissing Bruce's neck gently while Bruce was caressing Vance's head.

"I love you,darling."

Vance said as he looked up to see his beautiful black eyed lover.

"I love you too, handsome."

Bruce answered,as he kissed his blonde haired lover.

At around 8 in the morning,the gang woke up outside,except for Bruce and Vance who were all cuddled up in the van.

After they got ready,Vance started driving back to their town.

"this was so much fun!"

Gwen said.

"yeah!"

Griffin agreed.

"So..you guys are like a thing now???"

Robin asked.

"yeah.We're together now"

Bruce said,smiling.

"gay."

Robin said.

"You proposed to me with a ring pop when we were 9.You got no room to talk."

Finney said,laughing.

"I WAS 9 OKAY???"

Robin yelled to defend himself.

The rest of the gang laughed.

This was a fun trip.I mean,it did have its sad moments,but also funny moments.That's the thing about life in general,you'll have your sad moments, you'll have your happy moments,and in the end you'll always find something new.

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Hi!I'm so so glad I managed to get this out today!I hope you enjoyed it!I personally enjoyed writing this!

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jenniferspet · 2 years

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Octavia sniffled and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt as she stormed up the palace stairs, determined t sequester herself in her room before anyone could see her cry. She got inside and slammed the door shut after her so hard the walls vibrated with the impact. Good, let them all know I'm upset, she thought. She wiped her eyes one last time and let her sobs out, throwing herself onto the bed, holding her pillow tightly in the hope it would muffle the sounds. And that the walls were thick enough to contain her sorrow, because her heart surely wasn't. It was all her stupid parents fault. Why did they have to fight all the time? Why did her mother have to snap at her just for asking a little bit of civility between them instead of outright hostility? Well, okay, her actual words might've been something along the lines of: "Can you please just stop screaming at each other for five fucking minutes so I can hear myself think?" But that wasn't the point. Her mother had still said the hurtful things she'd said. Octavia got that she'd been angry, but still. Now she just wished she'd kept her big trap shut. Next time she would. Next time, she'd drown out the screaming match with her music. But for now all there was to do was lick her wounds and grow a thicker skin. And hope the next time it might hurt a bit less. . . . Stolas let out a heavy sigh as he walked up the stairs and down the hall, hoping to go and take a nap, when he heard the muffled sobbing coming from Octavia's room. Making him pause and knock on the door, heart aching. God damn, it hurt to hear his owlet cry. It always had. Probably always would. "Octavia?" he called, "Is everything alright?" "Go away!" came the muffled response. But that only made him more concerned. Especially since a sob had accompanied the demand. "Octavia," he called again, gently pushing the door open, "I'm coming in." But he paused in his tracks when he caught sight of his daughter curled up on her bed, tears running down her cheeks. "Oh, my little owlet... what troubles you so?" His daughter hid her face and instantly he was by her side, a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I got into a fight with mother," she told him. "She said... some really hurtful things to me." Stolas sighed. It was one thing for his wife to put him down, quite another to drag their daughter into their mess. Octavia didn't deserve that. He might've been a cheating prick, but there was no reason for Octavia to be hurt in the crossfire when his wife took her shots at him. Another thing he'd have to fix. "Oh, sweetheart..." Stolas said softly. It always broke his heart a little when Octavia cried. It always had. Probably always would. No matter how old she got. "I'm so sorry she hurt you so." Octavia sniffed again and lowered her arms from her face. Looking up at him with big tear-filled eyes. "why does she hate me, dad?" she sobbed. "Why does everyone hate me?" His heart twisted in on itself at her plight. "Oh my sweet Octavia..." he cooed gently, sitting her up and pulling her into his arms. "That is simply not true. You brighten up a lot of peoples lives, my little starfire." She sniffled again. "No I don't. You're just saying that because you're my dad and that's what people expect you to say." Stolas shook his head quickly. "Of course not, Via. I'm saying it because I want to. And because it's true. In truth, my life was..." he paused, sighed, shoulders sagging under the weight of the burdens he carried. "Very dull before you came into it." He met her gaze, and he knew with all of his heart that he loved her more than anything in the world. "And honestly, I wouldn't trade you for anything." "Anything?" she echoed. Eyes watering again, whether from joy or sadness he couldn't tell. Though he hoped it was the former. "Even that weird red dickhead you like?" Stolas blinked, the blow to his heart he felt deserved. Blitzy. She means Blitzy. He ached that she thought herself so replaceable to him, and there were no words for that hurt. So he hugged her tighter, her head resting against his feathered chest like when she was small. Though there was a smile on his lips as he spoke to her. "Even that weird red dickhead I like," he said softly. "You're my little owlet, Octavia, and nothing is ever going to change that. She tried to laugh at that, but it came out as more of a strangled sob. "Dad... I'm not a kid anymore. I stopped being your little owlet a long time ago." Stolas sighed softly, resting his head against hers. Gently nuzzling his baby. "Oh, Via. I love you very much. And no matter how old you get, you'll always be my little owlet. And I'll never stop being your dad. Don't you ever forget that, my starfire." A moment of silence passed between them, eventually broken by another little sniffle from Octavia. And then her arms were around him, holding him tight. "Oh dear... I've made you cry again, haven't I?" Octavia shook her head, but more tears betrayed her, soaking his feathers. "Do... do you really mean that, dad?" "Yes," he answered. Without any hesitation. Though his chest felt like a hole had been blown into it because she felt she had to ask. "I do. I love you so much, Via. And I'm never going to stop. She sniffed again, and this time her sobs subsided. "I love you too, dad." "That's my girl," he nuzzled her gently. "You'll be okay. I'm here. And I'll... I'll talk to your mother. See if we can get this whole mess straightened out. In the meantime, what say you and me do something fun, hm?" She let him go and cracked a smile, the kind of smile he loved on her, and he smiled in return. "Thanks dad. That sounds great."

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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K! Congratulations on your 2k followers, for your celebration can I ask for “ i didn’t mean that. ” with Tommy?

Thank you so much for sending this in! I’m sorry it took a bit to get to. I hope you enjoy! 🥰 Also I’ve decided to use the family from my Girl Dad series because I miss them…I had a little bit too much fun with this one.

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Something You Should Never Say

Tommy Shelby

Warnings: smoking

(Y/N) walks in on an argument between her daughters and immediately sees that Tommy needs some help moderating it.

She heard them the second she entered the house. The two, unmistakeable voices speaking in rapid succession of each other at a shrill volume. She immediately wondered where Tommy was while this was happening. Her wonders were answered the second she got to the archway of the front room.

“You can’t take things from her without asking, Thea,” he tried to reason with their eldest child, who had one of the meanest looks on her face at the moment.

“Yes I can, dad. I’m the oldest,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she held her glare.

“But you’ve hurt Evie’s feelings,” he pointed out, motioning to the two year old that was still clinging onto him as she cried.

“So what?” Thea showed no remorse, “she always takes my toys and doesn’t ask and then she sticks her tongue out at me when I want them back, and I don’t tell on her, but when I do it to her she goes crying to you and…and…I don’t like my sister!” she then went into a heated rant about how she felt things were unfair, ending it with clenching her fists together and stomping the ground out of anger.

“Woah!” (Y/N) finally jumped into the conversation. She had no doubt that Tommy would handle it, because he looked like he was fixing to, but she couldn’t stand idle anymore and just listen. “What have you just said about your sister?”

Thea’s eyes widened at the sound of her mother’s voice. In her anger, she hadn’t noticed (Y/N) enter the room. “I…I didn’t mean that, mummy,” she stammered out, all of the momentum from her argument now gone.

“I sure hope you didn’t,” (Y/N) kept the appalled look on her face, hoping to keep stacking the guilt onto the five year old. Sure she was young and would make these mistakes, but it was up to her parents to let her know that they wouldn’t be tolerated.

“Young ladies shouldn’t speak like that,” Tommy jumped in after quickly glancing in (Y/N)’s direction. He was happy that he didn’t have to go at this situation solo anymore…they’d been wearing him down the entire afternoon. “Especially to their baby sisters. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, daddy,” Thea nodded fervently, jutting her bottom lip out as she started sniffling back her tears.

“Evie taking a toy from you and not giving it back does not justify you saying that you don’t like her as a sister. That is something you should never say about any of your siblings because their feelings might get really hurt by it,” (Y/N) explained, her voice calm as she tried to get her eldest child to understand the reason why she should not say such hurtful things.

“I know, mummy…I’m sorry,” the child sniffled, as she pressed her chin into her collarbone, one of the tell-tale signs that she was trying not to cry.

“Say you’re sorry to Evie,” (Y/N) told her, nodding her head to the toddler, who was still tucked into her daddy’s embrace. At least she’d stopped crying now.

Thea nodded before moving over to her sister. “I’m sorry, Evie,” she said in a soft voice as she gently patted the other little girl on her back.

“Thank you,” Tommy whispered to Thea, knowing that Evie wouldn’t say much in response. Her crying had stopped completely though, so that was a good sign.

“Why don’t you find Ms. Frances and ask her to get you ready for bed?” (Y/N) suggested then.

“Ok,” Thea nodded, moving over to her mother then so that she could hug her.

(Y/N) accepted the hug, kneeling down so that she’d be able to wrap her arms around her daughter properly. “Go,” she whispered into the child’s hair, and Thea nodded as they pulled away. (Y/N) smiled as the child then exited the room to find Frances. (Y/N) sent a smile in Tommy’s direction as she moved over and sat on the empty cushion of the couch. “Long day?” she questioned with raised eyebrows.

“Something like that,” Tommy answered with a bit of a sigh.

“Mumma!” Evie exclaimed, finally unwinding herself from Tommy’s arms so that she could go into her mother’s. (Y/N) happily took the toddler in, hugging her close to her body as the little girl sat on her lap.

Tommy smiled at the interaction before he stood from the couch and moved over to the chair in the corner of the room. There, he opened his tin of cigarettes and took one out, rolling it across his bottom lip before he lit it with his lighter. He sunk down into the chair as he took a drag, and let the smoke billow slowly past his lips with a long sigh. (Y/N) smiled as he looked over at her with tired eyes.

“Are you ready to go to bed, my love?” (Y/N) asked softly as she glanced down at Evie, who was still hugging onto her mother with her head tucked under her arm.

“Yes,” Tommy responded before the little girl could, a groan laced into his voice.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Tommy,” (Y/N) said while trying, and ultimately failing, to stiffle her giggles. Tommy chuckled and glanced over at her before he shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette.

“Bedtime?” Evie asked then, finally emerging to look at her mom.

“Yes,” (Y/N) nodded, a soft smile on her face.

“Take me!” the little girl exclaimed, and that was all (Y/N) needed to stand up from the couch with the toddler in her arms to that she could take her to her nursery.

It didn’t take long for her to get Evie to sleep and then check on Thea - who was also sleeping. She hoped that Tommy would still be in the front room as she walked back down the steps. She exhaled a breath of relief when she saw him, still slumped in the chair like she’d left him.

“They did a number on you today, didn’t they?” she commented as she moved over to the chair so that she could sit on his lap. He happily allowed her, his one hand dropping onto her thigh as she hooked her arms around his neck and rested against his chest. “You’ve not even moved to go to your office.”

“I’ve got nothing left in me for my work tonight,” he commented, his eyes focused on the fire.

“Who knew that girls could be so brutal to each other,” (Y/N) pondered aloud after a few quiet moments had passed.

“Yeah,” Tommy snorted in agreement, “and something tells me this won’t be the worst of it.” (Y/N) laughed softly at his statement and silently hoped that it wouldn’t come true.

“Would you wanna have another?” she then asked softly, breaking the silence again.

“Girl?” Tommy looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded.

“After tonight? No…” he shook his head before tipping it back to rest against the chair. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments then, looking as if he was contemplating how to word the next part of his answer. He let a few more moments pass before continuing, “check back with me tomorrow though…the answer may change,” he said, looking over at her then as a grin spread across his lips.

(Y/N) only laughed at his statement before resting her head in the crook of his neck. She kissed the skin she found there, smiling as she felt him squeeze her thigh in response. Something told her that they’d be having that next girl sooner rather than later.

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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