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WIP Wednesday Friday

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In the meantime, have some Maglias domestic baby fluff I've been sitting on for like a year.

TW: lightly suggestive, language, etc.

Emily frowned, watching as the infant cast a fistful of cereal to the ground. She was round and pink, a wisp of red hair growing atop an otherwise bare head.

“Do we have to give her back?” the little girl smiled as a fat fist reached out to hold onto a dark braid.

“Afraid so,” Diana sighed, plucking Rachel from the highchair. She adored babies, wishing her own hadn’t sprouted to three and five so quickly. “But they're over here all the time, Emmy. You’ll see this sweet girl more than you want, I promise.”

“She’s like a real baby doll,” The little girl followed her mother, dragging the chair from the table. It was propped next to the sink before Emily was climbing up to watch Ana gently plop the baby into side of the sink over flowing with suds. A box of Mr. Bubbles sat on the counter before the girl was sneakily pouring more in. Rachel cooed, blue eyes crinkling.

“Don’t go telling Aunt Maggie you tried to dress her in all your doll’s bonnets and hats.” Diana languidly slid her rings off before flipping a curtain of ochre hair over one shoulder.

“Aunt Maggie wouldn’t care.” Emily added sagely, “She told me she used to dress me up when I was really small.”

Before anything could be added to that, the screen door was swinging open.

“Go Packers!” Chris declared, clutching a plump bag of potato chips.

“Uncle Chris!” Emily was quick to hop off the chair before running to the young man’s side. “Did you bring me a present?”

“Emily!” Ana chided from the kitchen, watching as Taylor scooped the girl in his arms. Peeling the plaid scarf from around a tan neck, the garment was tucked around her.

“She’s fine.” Setting her back down on the chair before traipsing over to the kitchen table, “The scarf can be the present. Orange is your color, Emily.”

“But that’s Cleveland’s color,” wrinkling her nose in disgust, “We’re a Greenbay household.”

“Your dad teach you that?”

“Damn straight he did,” King boomed from the doorway, his youngest tucked in his arms. Jamie wriggled a bit before being sat on the ground. Squealing in delight, the boy darted down the hallway with his sister chasing after. “How you doing, Taylor?”

“Bout the same as always,” the men clapped hands before the younger of the two plopped into a chair, “Hope the shop wasn’t too crazy this week.”

“We managed.” King spun a chair around on its legs, sitting backwards, “Think Elias rethought giving you a whole week’s vacation after replacing five carburetors Monday. Went through a shit ton of cigarettes between the two of us.”

“Where the hell is he?” Chris looked around, making sure he hadn’t missed his buddy tucked away in the other room. King barked wolfishly while Diana shot him a look.

“Probably couldn’t get out of bed.”

“Stop being lewd,” the woman reminded him, rinsing the babbling toddler off with a glass of warm water.

“You said they probably skipped dinner plans last night but I’m the lewd one.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Chris chuckled, popping open the bag of chips.

“We gave those two the night off,” turning around from the sink, Diana proudly clutched a freshly washed Rachel bound in a terrycloth towel. The baby cooed, reaching for Chris. Smiling at the surprise, the man held her tight as bright blue eyes assessed him curiously. “Charlie probably isn’t wrong.”

“Of course I’m not wrong,” King rolled his eyes at his given name, “You know that man probably got the best head of his life this morning.”

“Shoosh,” Diana smacked the back of her husband’s head. “I’d prefer not to have that conversation with the kid’s running around. It’s bad enough that Emmy heard me refer to them as rabbits. Now she insists that if they’re rabbits, Rachel’s a bunny.”

“You are cute like a bunny, huh?” Chris grinned at the bundle in his arms, enjoying the pleasant weight of the infant. Incredibly small yet chubby. “Those rabbits haven’t been up to anything in the shop latetly, have they?”

“Not since I caught them in the office a few months back. Still embarrassed about that one.” King shook his head as the three shared a laugh. The sound of car door echoed through the open window, Diana’s eyes quick to see a shade of robin blue behind the gauzy curtains.

“Alright, quiet now.” Ana jumped back to her feet, checking the progress of a casserole in the oven, “I’d prefer not to make either of them blush anymore than they already do.”

Voices could be heard echoing from the front porch, storm door squeaking open. An elderly Major jangled in first, sprinting down the hall to where the children were squealing. Elias limped into view first, leaning on the doorframe. Maggie clung to his side, windburned face burrowed into a sharp neck.

“Sorry we’re a little late,” she chirped, peeling herself from the man, “Lost track of time.”

“Lost track of a lot of time,” Elias chuckled, pushing aviator sunglasses up in tawny waves. King held in a chuckle while Taylor turned beet red, “You make a bet or something?”

“No,” King tossed his head back in a bought of laughter, “Ana told me that would be ‘unseemly’. But I’d be a rich man if I had.”

“How was dinner?” Diana changed the subject, getting two bashful looks when the couple turned to face her.

“We didn’t make it out.” Maggie fought the rush of pink rising up her neck, pushing a ginger curl behind one ear. Ignoring the jests of her friends, the woman stalked to Chris’s side before relieving him of a bundled Rachel.

“Guess that would’ve made you a rich woman.” Elias winked at Ana who accepted a welcome kiss to the cheek.

“I don’t bet on the personal proclivities of my friends,” She squeezed the man into a hug before leaning back, “But you and your wife are painfully predictable.”

“You and Mags don’t have conversations about what we’re up when you watch Emily and Jamie?” King smirked again, enjoying watching the two squirm.

“Can’t say that we do. But I know you and Taylor gossip like old women.” Elias teased before he was at his other half’s side. Sinking into an empty chair, Maggie rocked an excited Rachel while Chris vacated his own seat for his superior. “Thanks. How was vacation?”

“Phenomenal. I’ll have to tell you about it later.” The younger man clapped his sergeant on the shoulder before taking a seat next to King. The two talked about the impending game while Ana watched the couple dote on their daughter.

“Was she behaved okay? Did she take to formula alright?” Bright blue eyes looked up to her friend who grinned warmly. Rachel squirmed in a loose grip to flip to examine the face of her father, who pressed to a kiss to a round head.

“She was a peach. Barely fussed at all. Though Emily really likes dressing her up, thinks she’s a doll.”

“I used to dress Emmy up when she was Rachel’s size.” Maggie grinned sweetly, carefully handing the bundle off to Elias. “She eat recently?”

“Had a bottle about an hour ago and just got a bit of a bath. I’m afraid I’m in love with her.”

“Want to keep her a few more nights?” Elias offered playfully, garnering King’s attention.

“How do you still have energy?”

“This would be to catch up on sleep.” He winked, bouncing Rachel in his lap.

“You’re all making her blush,” Ana cooed, wrapping her arms around Maggie’s shoulders. A large hand reached out to squeeze a small knee, lingering there for a moment.

[soffroeppuremivienedaridere]

Mi sono "leggermente" innamorata di questa maglia, la accetto di tutti i colori come regalo.

[seduction-fatale78]

La seduzione è un' arma divina

Willy Pasini

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[eliophilia]

Failing. Falling.

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More otp songs…

[greeneyed-thestral]

young Amarello

[seduction-fatale78]

Ti ricorderanno sempre per le cazzate che hai fatto, non per le cose belle .

Quindi fai più cazzate possibili , così da restare

indimenticabile.

Lorenzo Meozzi

[yotobi]

[chantssecrets]

Jacky Maglia. Portrait de Jean Genet (1970-1980). Archives Jean Genet / IMEC. (© MICHAEL QUEMENER)

[idettaglihere]

oggi giorno di riposo che di riposo non ha avuto nulla quindi ora mi merito di stare nel letto con solo le mutande addosso e il ventilatore che mi culla e mi fa dimenticare per un attimo questi 40° all'ombra

[nasirsagron]

Valentina De Laurentiis è la miglior cosa che potesse capitare alla SscNapoli

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Happy Ending - A One Shot

Maggie x Elias

A Sequel to Grave Bound

Summary: A quiet evening spent together.

TW: marijuana use, language, etc.

WC: 1.2 K

A/N: I thought of a fluffy lil follow up one shot of these two later in life. Might make a collection of fluffy domestic oneshots at some point but here's what I've got for now.

Taglist: @roofgeese, @detectivelokis, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @poisonedtruth, @confidentandgood, @emotionalcadaver, @chadillacboseman@enightshade89, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @illiana-mystery, @unpetitoiseau, @spacestephh

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Elias could feel heat creeping into his muscles, limp becoming more prominent as he walked to the park. It wasn’t far from the house though an aging body made it feel like miles. Maggie had likely beat him there, feeding a few pigeons under the latticed shade of a few oak trees. Retirement was treating her well, giving his lovely wife more time to garden and enjoy the bounty of nature.

“Watch out, buddy.” He chided the scruffy dog that wrapped the leash around his ankles yet again. Sarge was still young and clumsy though dutiful and loyal. He led the man down the sidewalk and to a hidden gravel path. “You’re going too fast for this old man.”

The mutt continued to pant happily, straining against a restrictive collar as they traversed a path of brush and foliage. Trees became thicker as the path took a turn into a wide clearing. Sun glimmered against shiny blades of grass, making blue eyes crinkle in the brightness.

Maggie sat on a weathered bench, feeding a gaggle of robins that hopped around at sneakered feet. The veteran felt the air leave his lungs the same as the other million times he saw her. She was gorgeous in her sixty years, red hair streaked with wisps of grey and face etched with a few more wrinkles. Sarge’s sharp whine garnered her attention, a smile gleaming in their direction. Elias unhooked the dog from the leash as he charged for the woman.

Birds scattered wildly as the dog settled at her feet, enjoying a scratch behind the ear as she cooed happily at the pup. The man limped closer before finally settling onto the bench. One arm draped around slumped shoulders before he was leaning in to press a kiss atop fading curls.

“Hi.” He greeted in a gravelly reediness that still sent shivers up her spine. Maggie grinned, settling against him.

“Hi. How was your day at the garage?” she took his other hand in hers, rubbing circles against one knuckle.

“King and I are getting old. So is Chris for that fact.” He sighed, watching a young couple walk by hand in hand.

“That’s why you hired those young guys. And Jamie.” She retorted happily, squeezing long fingers against her own. “King’s sure he’ll be a shoe in.”

“He is. It’s just a lot of work.” He pulled her closer beneath one arm, inhaling sweet strawberry shampoo that never seemed to change. “I’m ready to throw in the towel and travel with you. Like we used to.”

“Think I’m a little old to go hiking and camping. These bones are getting brittle.” She kicked her legs playfully before Sarge began to gnaw at a shoelace. “Maybe we can go visit the beaches in Greece or we could have pizza in Rome.”

“That sounds nice. Too tell you the truth, I’d rather eat my way through Europe instead of hike across Yellowstone again. I’m getting too old.”

She tilted her head back, a mass of freckles still dotting her cheeks and chin. Bright cobalt eyes searched his face, digging beneath the many lines and age spots to find the man she’d known for more than three decades. Those familiar blue eyes sparkled, tawny hair greying but still wild. That young soldier still hid beneath an aging shell, still the same soft-hearted hippie that captured her heart on Vietnamese soil. Leaning upwards captured his wide lips against hers in a chaste kiss.

“I like you…” she murmured sweetly, reaching up to stroke a sharp cheek.

“Mmmm, I think I like you too.” Leaning back against the slatted wood, he enjoyed the warm breeze as heavy eyes drifted shut. “You hear from Rachel?”

“This morning!” she announced excitedly. “She called me before her classes started. Wanted to know if she could visit this weekend.”

“What did you tell her?” he pried, already knowing the answer.

“Of course! The house is so quiet without her. Especially since she was here all summer. I miss her.”

“I know,” he sighed deeply, wishing their only child didn’t have to grow up. But it was as natural to feel that way as it was for Rachel to live her life. “It’ll be good to see her.”

They remained there in a comfortable silence until the sky turned a somber pink, the sun setting slowly beyond the trees. Sarge whined tiredly as the couple decided to trek home. Hand in hand, little was said as they hobbled along. Legs ached by the time they made it back to the house, stars speckling a canvas of periwinkle as they ambled inside.

“I scored this from Jamie today,” Elias bragged, pulling a baggie of weed from his pocket. “Want to split it?”

“You’re bumming marijuana off your godson now?” she giggled, taking the bag from her husband.

“He dates our daughter, he shares his weed. Not asking a whole lot, babe.” He shrugged, yanking the bag back before flipping on the living room light. Sarge proudly picked a bone off the floor before snuggling up in a blanket in the corner.

“I’m just teasing. How’s meatloaf sound for dinner?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little late?”

“Then we eat a little late. We’ve got nothing but time.”

“Wait,” Elias grabbed a small hand, pulling her back into his orbit before kissing her deeply. For a moment, nothing changed, and everything felt right in the world.

……

Sucking on a joint, he let the night air envelope him as he stood in the back yard. Stars glittered in the sky. Blue eyes stared at the wooden markers memorializing the long gone Major and Maddy. It had been nearly fifteen years since they’d died, leaving a hole in both of their hearts. After a moment of mourning internally, he padded back to the house.

“Pay your respects?” Maggie waited for him on the concrete steps, loose ringlets bobbing in the evening breeze.  She hugged herself, attempting to stay warm in the early autumn.

“Suppose I did,” he groaned before taking a seat on the stoop beside her. “Miss those little scoundrels.”

“Me too. Maddy kept me from being lonesome a long time.” She moved to sit in his lap, wrapping her arms around a long neck. Slender fingers stroked thick tresses as she savored their moments together especially when there was once the fear they’d never see each other again.

“Felt the same way about Major. That pup was the first good thing to happen to me when I moved to the city.”

“And what was the second?” She batted her lashes playfully, eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

“Are you prying?” he chuckled, taking her in his arms and dipping the woman with a squeal.

“Maybe a little.” She giggled as he held her.

“It was you. Damn, if you’re not the best thing to happen to me.”

The moment grew tense as they picked up where they had left off earlier, reigniting a passionate kiss. They lapped at each other hungrily before they broke away to steady their breathing. After a moment, he pulled her back into his lap, resting a heavy head against her chest.

“You’re perfect.” He hummed, delighting in a soft heartbeat.

“I don’t know about that.” She sighed, never quite seeing the perfection in herself.

“I do.” He grinned upwards with that signature gapped before cooing, “you’re my happy ending.”