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smooth-perceval · 10 months

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“Stealing hearts aside.”

Carlos Sainz x Fem!Reader.

PART TWO

[Part 1]

Summary: [Reader is attending a GP for a “date” but her “date” leaves her wandering around the pit lane alone. Until she bumps into a very cheeky driver].

The reader meets Carlos at the airport for a goodbye, Carlos tries convincing reader to come with him.

Warnings: swearing, hints of smut? Maybe…idk, but no smutty scenes, Google translate, no proof read, my bad writing.

Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (your last name) Y/J/C (your job choice)

Word count: 3,444

A/N: Long awaited part two, let’s pretend Carlos won in Austria🥲 also- anyone seen the film ‘my best friends wedding’?? Well I watched that and I got an idea- but separate imagine anyways 🙂🖤 Hope you enjoy.

I love Carlos x Reader atm goodnight 🏎️🌶️

I woke early the next day, ensuring I got to the airport on time before he leaves…

Crazy right? Yesterday I hadn’t the slightest idea who this man is- and today I’m saying goodbye to him at the airport?

It’s all like a movie. He really is some kind of Prince Charming and I was the helpless princess who had been waiting for someone like him- and all that blah blah blah.

Shaking my head at myself, really trying to silence the silly comments in my mind. I got dressed quickly, opting for a hoodie for some form of disguise- I don’t know… do I bring some sunglasses? Huffing I threw my hands in the air storming into the bathroom to clean my teeth, put some light make up and brush my hair out, choosing to leaving it down in its natural form. I was a girl on a mission… eager to see him just as much as he is me- or so I hope.

I texted Carlos telling him how long I would be- roughly over an hour the nav is saying, and made my way to the airport.

My stomach was churning, I was nervous to see him again- yet I couldn’t wait… what do I do when I see him? Is a hug to much? Will it be to awkward if I waved from a distance? I should congratulate him first-

Groaning I turned the volume up silencing myself once again.

You’ll know when you get there Y/N.

When I arrived I parked up grabbing my phone and reading Carlos message.

“🚘los x”

Ring me when you get here x

Doing as he says I called his number sliding out my car and locking it in the process, after two rings he picked up.

“Your here?” Laughing down the phone at him I nod my head.

“Otherwise I wouldn’t have called…”

“Oh sí- okay where are you standing?”

Humming I look around. “I’m near the departure drop of- let me find the zone-” I walk closer to the airport looking around at the signs.

“I’m in zone b departure.” I turn looking through the glass of the airport.

“Wait there-”

“Where are you…?” I squint my eyes at the windows trying to see if I spot him.

“I’m in zone A, I didn’t want to check in yet otherwise I can’t come back to see you.”

Smiling to myself a small blush crept to my cheeks… he says things like that without realise the effect it gives-

I started walking in the direction that pointed to zone A, and on the other line I hear a slight huff from Carlos- who I can only presume is jogging now.

“I think I’m heading the right way-” and as if on cue I see him, with a few security trailing behind him also.

And even while jogging he made it looked so good- as if in a trance I removed the phone from my ear ending the call and ticking it securely in my pocket.

My feet quickened and I was in a speed walk towards him- within seconds both of us colliding.

His arms was tight and secure around me, my head was buried in his chest breathing in his sent- trying to etch the smell into my brain as it’ll be a while before I could be this close to him again-

“Congratulations on your win.” Mumbling against his chest I squeezed him tighter before pulling back- not fully, my hands still on his waist, and my head tilted up looking at him. “How long before your flight?”

“I gotta leave in a few minutes to get through security at that��” smiling sadly at each other I pulled him back into a tight embrace.

“Come with me.” I barely heard him above the ruckus around us- even so my heart pounded against his chest- like it wanted to collide with his.

“I can’t-”

“You can… please.” Leaning back I look up at him. “Carlos my job, I can’t just jump on the next flight without giving them notice.”

“So if you didn’t have a job…” quirking his eyebrow at me causing me to laugh a little. “That’s not what I mean…”

“I just mean- you met me yesterday, and now your asking me to come to Austria… it’s a bit crazy don’t you think.”

He just stared at me no response at all, like the craziness was finally settling in- like he realised how crazy it all is.

“I don’t think so.”

“What?! You don’t think it’s crazy- are you crazy?” Laughing a little bit more stepping back his fingers brushed against mine before interlocking them.

“My mamá, always said when you know you know.” (Mum) smiling sweetly at him, I placed one hand against his cheek leaning up and kissing his other cheek softly.

A smile broke out on his face, pushing the side of his head against my lips.

“I don’t want to go-” both laughing quietly we finally separated.

“Good luck- I’m only a call or text away-” rolling his eyes at me, he finally let our hands go. “You better be watching.”

“I definitely wouldn’t miss that for the world” finally satisfied with my answer he left me outside reeling in his touch, his smell, his sickly sweet words.

Why the hell is a guy I’ve known for less than 24hours got me twirling my hair and giggling like a school girl. He got my heart so full it was ready to burst- I love this horrible feeling.

Practically skipping back to my car, I sat there staring at the airport.

“When you know you know.”

Tapping away at my steering wheel I pull my phone back out my pocket checking flights…

Maybe if I gave work a few days notice- I could get there before the race on Sunday and just take the Monday off… no your crazy.

I switched my phone back off starting my car up, before my phone signalled.

“🚘los x”

Is it bad I miss you?

And there the butterflies came again.

Is it worse that I haven’t even left the car park…

“🚘los x”

I think you should catch a flight with me.

I think you are crazy 😂

“🚘los x”

About you mi amor? Yeah I think I am too 😉 (my love)

You can’t see it but I’m shaking my head at you,

have a safe flight chili ❤️

**seen**

My journey back home was quiet to say the least… I drove over an hour to spend about 5 minutes with a guy… who is now catching a flight to another country- and from there probably to another country I don’t entirely know- all because he simply asked.

Now I’m even considering taking a day off work for him- I must be going insane…

Shaking my head at myself, I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind… focusing on getting home in time to start work.

The day flew past you could say, Carlos sending a few messages throughout the day, whenever he got a chance to- and insisting he called this very evening. Which of course I didn’t mind- hello?

When I finally got home I quickly ate and then took a shower getting ready for bed, and secretly waiting eagerly by the phone for him to call.

But as time went on I didn’t hear the phone sound once, and when it did it was only emails or game notifications… no Carlos.

I sent him another message only asking if his okay- seeing as there hasn’t been any contact for hours… and truth be told I was worried for him? Was he okay?? Did he just forgot and got some well needed rest? Or was it something serious- I was panicking a little…

Another hour went past and there was still nothing- and in that hour I must have dozed off on the sofa, clearly exhausted from the airport ‘meet’ the tv had turned itself off, and the room was dark, little patters of rain hitting the window, breaking up the heatwave we have been having-

Jolting up from the sofa I grabbed my phone that was ringing out answering it without thought. The first thing I said was-

“Carlos?” My voice was slightly croaky from the sleep my eyes still adjusting around the dark room.

“Did I wake you?!” A little gasp come from his end of the line, only causing me to yawn and lay back onto the sofa.

“It’s okay… are you okay?” My eyes closed, listening to the little cracks in the line and faint buzzing sound.

“I’m sorry… we had a lot of PR stuff-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself- just are you okay?”

“I’m fine, im fine- I’ll let you get back to your sleep Mi querida.” (My darling.)

“Please stay on the phone…” barley above a whisper I rolled over getting more comfortable on the sofa grabbing the blanket that was kicked to the end pulling it up to my chin.

“Really?”

“You don’t have-”

“I want to!” He practically shouted down the line causing me to pull the phone away slightly, before laying it down next to me putting it on speaker.

“Let me just get into bed also-”

The sounds of rustling was heard before a loud sigh.

“You still there?”

“Mhm…” with my eyes closed, warmth of the blanket and Carlos voice sounding like a lullaby, I felt myself relax… nearly asleep.

“I don’t know what to do” humming in response cracking an eye open to make sure I’m not dreaming.

“With what?”

“With well- us?”

“What about us?” Curiosity peeked my ears as I leaned closer to the phone.

“I just don’t understand what you’ve done to me, I woke up thinking of you, I’m going to sleep thinking of you, the whole day today I kept thinking about what your doing- how you are, that’s why I tried texting so regularly… i just…”

The line went silent and my heart really melted, I was practically cradling the phone.

“You just?”

“I just want you with me 24/7- can you believe that? You have literally bewitched my heart and soul- I don’t know what to do, and even so it’s not a bad thing that I am like this- it’s just crazy what you have don-”

“Carlos-” cutting him off with a small laugh escaping my lips. He finally quietened down.

“I’d say we are both hopelessly devoted to one another...”

He hummed letting out a deep breath afterwards.

“I love the feeling…”

“Me too.”

“I miss the feeling of you though.” I could hear the smirk in his voice, causing me to roll my eyes and close them afterwards.

“Anyone would.” Mumbling my response, I caused Carlos to laugh, a very hearty laugh that made my body flutter.

“Are you falling asleep?”

“No…” yawning and stretching my body once again.

“I’ll let you go…”

“No please stay…” it was a plead- a plead for sanctuary- a plead for some like him to talk to a girl like me.

“You want me to stay on the phone while you sleep?”

“Is that so weird…?”

“I think I need to marry you.” I let out a tired laugh. “And I thought I was crazy to chase you down in an airport.”

“That was quite crazy.”

“You asked me to-”

“You didn’t have to.”

“But-”

“Ah- ah. I didn’t force you to the airport. You showed up on your own doing. Why?”

“Because you ask-”

“You could’ve said no and stayed home. But you said no and turned up anyways- Why?”

“I don’t know…”

“Because you feel it too.”

“Feel what?”

“This yearning for one and another.”

Sighing into the phone, I closed my eyes listening to him talk- he really was my lullaby.

“You feel it, no?”

“Yes I feel it.” Softly spoken into the phone, the line fell silent. And that’s when I knew- work doesn’t matter truthfully. Having a feeling like this was better than any kind of money.

And I need that feeling- that thrill, the adrenaline, everything I had this morning I needed.

“Carlos?”

Humming in response as a sign to continue, I paused once again.

“I change my mind…”

“About what?” It was his turn to yawn now-

“I want to see you.”

“Well we can FaceTime- no? I might fall asleep though…” laughing a little I smile shaking my head.

“No no- in person.”

There the silence was again- and with each passing second my heart drummed quicker. Did he not want that anymore?

“Here?” Confusion evident in his voice.

“Yes there- you no where near here.” Laughing quietly, I pulled the phone closer.

“Well?”

“Mi querida.” (My darling) He sighed once again into the phone- more like a sigh of relief.

“I’d love nothing more.”

Smiling to myself- I chewed onto my bottom lip, there really is no feeling like it.

“Okay- I’ll try and get to you as soon as I can-”

“Okay, I’ll let you go- I’ll speak to you in the morning?” Humming happily I nod my head.

“Goodnight Carlos”

“Night mi querida.” (My darling)

The line fell dead- and with the spurt of happiness I quickly seeked out clothing to pack. The smile not once dropping from my face.

**9P.M. SATURDAY NIGHT**

@yourinstaname posted to her story.

Tired, and annoyed. I sat alone in the airport… another delay to my flight- Carlos was asleep seeing as the race is tomorrow, and I insisted I didn’t want to be some form of distraction. My work was absolutely wonderful, they allowed me to take a few days off next week- leaving me more time with Carlos- explaining to them it was really Carlos Sainz Jr. that I was talking about is a different story… but they was amazing!

And finally like a miracle from the heavens above- my flight was finally called, it was as if someone put rockets on my shoes- I ran for the line passport and ticket already out ready. I practically shoved the documents into the stewardess hands, rushing quickly down the tunnel.

Smiling to myself, one thought in my head was seeing Carlos.

The flight was calm, nothing seemed to crazy- I slept majority of the flight and was woken just in time for landing-

To say it was late here was an understatement, and I was beyond shattered. Everything seemed a blur- from the airport to the accommodation, Carlos had booked. It all seemed to just happen. And when I was finally in the hotel bed, I finally relaxed and let the sleep evolve me.

**7A.M. SUNDAY MORNING**

I barely slept- in fact I was was tossing and turning. There was a burning in me to find Carlos, yet I had no idea where he was- so I soon settled on falling asleep and getting to the track quicker.

A few days prior to the event I had my passes delivered through the door- with a text from Carlos telling me to ensure I had them.

And out of everything, I held on to it like my life depended on it. The journey to the track was nothing out of the ordinary- apart form the pounding of my heart and the blush on my face every time I thought of Carlos. Messages between us both had been light- but he had to go seeing as they needed his presence.

The adrenaline that flowed through me, when the circuit finally came into view. And the sounds were heard- it was unreal.

And I just knew he was in there- and that’s what excited me even more, like he said I yearned for him.

Once again it was all a blur- I was looking around frantically, any direction or sign of the man I wanted. But nothing- I followed a few people, in the red Ferrari shirts and hats, in a silent pray that they would be my guide.

And they was, grabbing my phone I dialled his number- hoping that he would have a spare few minutes- I didn’t want to just barge in. After a few rings he picked up in what seemed to be a rush.

“Hey- you here?”

“Yeah I’m outside your garage I think…”

And with that the call cut off- and in the space of seconds I finally caught view of him- his face unreadable. My hands glided over my outfit- straightening it out trying to feel more presentable, I felt the need to ensure I was perfect for him- and why? Cause he seemed very perfect for me.

His hair which was a little frazzled, clearly running his hands through it too many times. His face was slightly red, especially on his cheeks, maybe the smallest smile tugging at his lips. Just slightly.

With his hand outstretched, mine delicately slipped into his grasp, as he practically dragged me into the garage. And once behind hidden doors from prying eyes, and cameras- his hands found my cheeks.

“I’ve missed you.”

I couldn’t contain the smile on my face- it just broke out, happy to hear his voice, have his hands on me, just happy... My hands had now reached up holding onto his forearms, thumbs brushing slightly over his wrist in a quiet soothe.

“You did?” Whispering back, feeling giddy- like two blushing teenagers we both stared at each other in awe, as he frantically nodded his head.

“Missed you more than racing.” Smiling back he shuffled closer, causing me to back up, my back now pressed against the door we both once entered through.

“That’s crazy.” Who knew when our faces inched closer, and our breaths became heavier- or when Carlos hands moved from my face, to the sides of my neck pulling me in slowly.

“Think it’s about to get a little crazier…” he mumbled, before softly pressing his lips against mine- both our eyes fluttering closed.

The kiss was gentle, like he was scared of me running, it wasn’t until I slid my hands along his arms and around the back of his head did the kiss deepen. Like the ‘yearning’ we had finally flowed out into one kiss.

We just melted into one another… some may say we are crazy, who do you meet and in a week never want to part from? Someone who has a heart of gold and a smile as warm as the sun that’s who.

“Carlos-” like deers in headlights both our heads snapped to the voice.

“Sorry- I’m so stupid-” Geared up in a red racing suit very similar to Carlos stood another brunette- red faced and looking up at the ceiling.

Glancing back at Carlos, both catching each others eyes- We both to fell into each other in a fit of laughter. Carlos arms wrapping my up into a tight embrace.

“Charles- this is Y/N” releasing me from his embrace, I looked up at him smiling, his eyes already on me- twinkling like stars in the dark night. His hand rested in the curve of my waist gesturing me forward.

“Your Y/N?!” Charles eyebrows was raised in shock as he stepped forward holding his hands out. I nod my head at him smiling holding my hand out to shake his- only to be dragged into a hug.

“Carlos won’t shut up.”

“Aye-” Carlos huffed from behind his hands reaching out and resting on my shoulders as he pulled me back.

Falling back into Carlos, a wide smile on my face, his arms hung around my shoulders, head resting on top of mine.

“It’s lovely to meet you Charles-”

“Nice to finally put a face to the name, it’s always Y/N this- Y/N that.” Charles was quick to drag me from Carlos an arm slung over my shoulders forcing me to walk away.

“All good things I hope-”

“Well- all of what he knows of you in a week anyway.” Charles chuckles, taking the opportunity to show me around the garage, Carlos every so often putting in his input.

And finally, I was back with Carlos.

He was starting to get ready for the race, giving me a little lesson on everything his putting on- until he was standing there with just his gloves and helmet.

“Go crazy out there chili” smiling up at him I pull his velcro strap over his zip, patting it gently twice.

“For you? Any day-” with a quick kiss to the forehead he went out there and secured himself another win.

To him that was his guardian angel telling him that keeping Y/N is keeping his luckiest charm. And he wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers.

A/N: Okay- so I’m sorry for starters, it’s taken me a while to get out of writers block- I also didn’t know where I was going with this I just hope you enjoy it… Idk I don’t love it.

Masterlist

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #carlos sainz imagine #imagine #carlos sainz x y/n

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school-sanctioned-movie-bullying · 28 days

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Turning Red Defense Post

It has come to my attention that some people think this blog is just me whining. I can see why those people think that, because it is true. I love to whine, and it is what I am good at. But there comes a time when one must venture out of her comfort zone.

In this post I am praising Turning Red, a movie that I like very much but that many other people seem to hate. My reasons for this are threefold. For one, I am running out of movies to complain about; two, I really like Turning Red; and three, my professor said I can’t just bitch about movies anymore, so my classic complaining style posts are hence extinct.

Before I get into my praise for the film, I want to address the common criticisms I have seen people make of it. I perused the one-star reviews on Google, and the most common complaints seemed to be “it’s cringe-worthy," “the characters were annoying," and “it has inappropriate themes.”

The reviews that said the movie was cringe-worthy mostly said so because of the main characters. The protagonist of the movie is a thirteen-year-old girl named Meilin Lee, whom many reviews had stated to be very annoying. I don’t know about anyone else, but when I was thirteen years old, I was absolutely insufferable. Cringe would be putting lightly how annoying I was. Comparably, I found Mei to be a sweet, if not dorky, tween with a similarly sympathetically dorky friend group. They were cringeworthy, but so is almost every thirteen-year-old out there, so really, the movie is just realistic.

Many reviews also found Mei Lin’s mother to be overbearing and weird, which I found to be true as well, but then that was kind of the point. Her mother is not the villain of the story by any means, but she is a flawed character. One of the most touching moments of the movie came in the form of Mei Lin helping her mother overcome those flaws. If her mother had been perfect from the start, we would have missed out on that moment.

Aside from the characters, the negative reviews for this movie took offense to the “inappropriate” themes, namely the fact that periods were brought up and the fact that the protagonist rebels against her parents. The whole concept of Mei turning into a giant red panda is supposed to be a metaphor for puberty and growing up, and as it is such a huge part of puberty for girls, there was a quick mention of periods. This came in a very quick scene where Mei Lin’s mother brought out a stash of pads when she thought her daughter had gotten her period.

It was an extremely brief moment, but evidently, that was long enough to get some people upset. I was personally thrilled to see that periods were being brought up in a normal way, and I think it is a step in the right direction for this movie to have that scene. Some parents want to take the puberty talk at their own pace, but the mention of periods in this movie is brief and vague enough that most parents should be able to sweep it under the rug until they want to discuss it with their children.

As for Mei Lin rebelling against her parents, I am truthfully confused as to why this movie specifically is guilty of that message. Plenty of other Disney or Pixar movies have the main characters going against their parents. To name a few: The Little Mermaid, Brave, Mulan, and Pocahontas. I thought that Turning Red handled Mei Lin growing up and learning to be her own person very nicely, while still portraying her overbearing mother as sympathetic.

I can see why a lot of people don’t like this movie. It was risky, and it certainly was not made to please everyone, but I think much of the hate this movie gets is undeserved. I, and many others, really enjoyed Turning Red. Despite the plethora of negative reviews I read, there were more five-star reviews than one-star reviews by a good amount.

I do truly understand where the desire to loudly hate a movie comes from; I will crap on The Greatest Showman at any opportunity. But it is necessary to remember that the movies you hate may simply not have been written to please you. There are, for some reason, people out there who really like The Greatest Showman, despite the numerous reasons I have for reviling it. And there are people out there who hate Turning Red, even when I think it was one of the best Pixar movies made in some time.

#Turning Red #Movie #Movie Review #I still hate the greatest showman #Turning red is a good movie and pt barnum can suck my cock #periods #pads #ehehehehehehe #I should probably seek mental help

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Au where Danny somehow managed to wipe any proof of his existence from the face of the planet, including the memories people had of him. He tells himself this was fine. Better than fine actually.

This just means that his loved ones were less likely to get hurt in the crossfire. Also Vlad is now clueless as to why he's in Amity in the first place and as Mayor no less. He resigns within a week to go back to Wisconsin after three days of nonstop blathering from Jack.

Danny basically starts living in a lake in the woods, its not like he needs to breath and he finds the water calming. Also the fish are friendly. Plus there's a cave nearby if he needed to stay in human form for whatever reason.

He had water and shelter, down now he just needed access to food unless he wanted to eat his new fish friends.

This is when Danny learned he could use the weird magical girl ring to shape-shift into other people.

So he got into the habit of transforming into one of the residents of a house and raiding the pantries.

This turned out to be a pretty open secret amongst the people of Amity Park. They knew it was Phantom, primarily because he's a terrible liar but also because people have cell phones and communicate.

This is never really an issue since no one tells the Fentons or the Feds. At least, it wasn't an issue until the Justice League came sniffing around. The people of Amity have only become more untrusting of the government as years passed and became equally as protective over thier local ghostboy. So everytime they came around no one but the Fentons would say anything to them other than, "Leave." Or "You're not wanted here." Before walking away.

It was a day like any other for Phantom. Some teens had rented out a house in town, likely to experience the most haunted town in America. Whatever. Teens always bring the best snacks.

So he transformed into the cute redheaded guy right after they left and walked past the living room towards the kitchen like he's done a dozen times before.

"Uh, Wally?" Dannys head whipped around to see the black haired teen sitting on the couch, his blue eyes wide with shock and worry. The one with a Superman t-shirt on. "Are you ok? Your heartbeat is really slow."

Danny could only think of one word to sum up this situation. Fuuuuuckk

3,268 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

Au where all the ghosts hide thier real names on instinct, not only because knowing a ghosts name gives you power over them but because you could use thier name to potentially find thier grave through magic or Google.

Once you find thier bones there's no shortage of what you could do.

Due to the nature of Embers obsession she isn't able to hide her name and during a fight she reveals to Phantom she lives in a constant state of anxiety fearing someone might find her body and use it against her

Phantom knocks on her door a week later with not only her body but her entire casket floating behind him. She's oddly touched. This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for her. Word, of course, spreads of this and other spirits ask him to do the same for them and are willing to make deals

Another week later Batman is investigating all the robbed graves and trying to figure out wtf is going on

Edit: Yes the removal of the caskets cause the graves to sink in and thats how Batman is alerted to the issue. I had left this as an implication but felt the need to clarify due to people talking about it in the notes.

Edit 2: You could also have a grave keeper see Phantom stealing caskets and alert authorities. Whats more this is likely happening in more than just Gotham. You could also have another ghost/ a magic user see this super powerful spirit robbing graves and being like, "Well that seems ominous. I should tell someone about that."

Please forgive me for adding more, I have no control over myself

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Au where Danny ends up in Gotham and gets saved by the birds while in human form. He starts pseudo haunting them before returning to Amity Park.

He frequently pops back in to Gotham to invisibility give gifts to the batfam.

Dick gets circus themed things that seem to move around the manor when no one is looking.

Stephanie and Tim both get comics, manga and movies from different dimensions and its only once they start looking up fandoms/ going on Twitter do they realize that these manga/movies apparently don't exist.

The same thing happens with Jason and books. The weird part is that after he finishes reading one of the books for the nth time, (the ones that he and Duke swears glow) and finally retires it to the shelf they disappear. This only happens with the glowey books though. He gets to keep the others

Damian keeps getting new swords, which everyone but him has a problem with.

Duke keeps getting things that activate his powers and he can't really make heads or tails from most of it.

Cass gets lots of soft things like stuffed animals that are nice for hugs and other sensory reasons and dance stuff. Her favorite so far is a gigantic bat in a tutu.

Barbara and Tim (he gets double i guess) both get tech stuff that they've never seen before and make a hobby of reverse engineering the new product of the week.

Alfred gets all sorts of gag gifts like an apron that says "I'm the real boss here" and a mug that has a fancy mustache on the bottom that matches his real one

Bruce gets almost exclusively much bat themed gifts.

No one is sure where the stuff is coming from (and in Jason's case where its going) but they all assume its someone else in the family doing it because its themed around both thier hero and thier personal interests. It finally comes to a head when the batfam are all out together when they come home to find a beautiful and ornate sword laying on the kitchen table for Damian and they all simultaneously realize no one had been home to put it there.

Alfred gets the shotgun while everyone else enters detectives mode.

Danny himself doesn't even realize the extent in which he's been messing with them and doesn't really think past the, "I hope they like their gifts" thing.

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Au where Danny gets deaged by a magical artifact in the GZ and gets lost in a different dimension with Cujo. While exploring Gotham as Phantom he decides to play up the little kid routine and use his puppy friend to do it.

At this point Danny had finally trained the pup and he actually listened to him. Needless to say there's a certain flock of bats and birds who keep pestering him at night. All he's trying to do is explore the city and play with his dog. Is that so bad?

Danny doesnt usually bother hiding from them. Not much point considering he shines like a spotlight in Gothams gloom anytime he's in his phantom form. Plus Cujo is glowy and green, so that doesn't help matters.

Danny usually runs them on a wild goose chase in the name of "Tag" before disappearing. He stole Batmans cape by phasing it off of him and he now uses it as a blanket at night (its surprisingly warm), he stole another one at Red Hoods request and gave it to him, he's set up play dates between Cujo and Harleys hyenas, he's pied Joker in the face, he's pet Penguins pet penguins right in front of him, he's been trapped in an elevator with Brucie Wayne for two hours, he's had a tea party with Catwomans cats and may have broken into her apartment to do it, he's kidnapped Red Robin and made him go to the park and play on the swings with him, he's gotten into actual fights with Robin and last but not least, he came up with the Puppy Paw of Approval.

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Nightwing stared at the kid they had been chasing every other night for the last three months now, confused. "Whats the Puppy Paw of Approval?"

The kid moved the puppy, Cujo (which Jason finds hilarious) up in front of his face, holding him there by his armpits.

The dog was making the "no thoughts head empty" face with his tongue sticking out just a smidge. Dick was tempted to coo. "The Puppy Paw of Approval is an award! Arf!" The kid said in a higher pitched pretend voice.

"Its awarded to people we really really like! Arf!"

Nightwing gasped dramatically, playing along with the boy, "You really like me that much?"

"Of course!" The boy floated over to Dick and places one of the dogs paws on the man's chest. "Da da da daaa!" The kid sang, "You now have the Puppy Paw of Approval!"

The vigilante sniffled, "I will always cherish this! Thank you!"

The kid giggled and Cujo barked at him. The little green rottweiler panted up at him with a giants smile and his little nub tail wagging a mile and minute.

God, Nightwing couldn't wait for his newest little brother to join the family.

Dick was dismayed to learn he was actually the second person to get the PPA. The first being Tim, the third being Harley and the forth being Catwoman. Ivy was apparently salty about not getting one but the kid was scared of her for some reason.

Danny makes friends with lots of people throughout the city. Scarecrow learns of the bats recruitment attempts on this boy and decides to use the fear toxin on him. This has the unexpected outcome of making the child cry.

And then the whole city was out for his head.

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My #1 post of 2022

Theres a new mom and pop coffee shop in Gotham that's doing pretty well. The place has a casual playful vibe but it only ever has one employee, which has lead to it having a bit of a urban myth status.

He's there through all the opening hours and no one ever sees him come or go, only the lights switching off and the teen disappearing.

It probably doesn't help that the shop has a ghost themed name.

His name tag reads, "Nightingale" and he always has a polite smile, but the few who dare to act out in his shop notice his eyes flash a particular shade of green and are suddenly overcome with the feeling that they're being stared down by a large apex predator and a sickening sense of dread.

Needless to say people behave in his shop.

Whats more is that his store shows up on county records just fine, but if you try to look into anything your computer glitches out and you can't find anything. Obviously "Nightingale" can't be the owner, he looks only 15. Some say he's a vampire, others say he's a zombie like Red Hood.

Tim doesn't care what he is because the first time he entered at night as Red Robin the guy immediately started making a coffee were he could see, made it exactly how he liked it and gave it to him before he even had the chance to order. Then he refused his money, saying it was on the house.

None of the people waiting in line argued or were upset and Tim was unsure if that was because he was a well known Gotham vigilante or it Nightingales reputation protected him.

Either way the coffee was delicious.

Tim didn't know how to feel when he found out his family was investigating the "possible runaway" who worked at the coffee shop.

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Ahem. More Propaganda.

@fruit-gummiees HELLO.

Not So Shoujo Love Story: Rei is unashamedly obsessed with manga, particularly the shoujo genre. She spends her time ignoring real life and schoolwork and dreaming of the day the perfect boy will fall for her, and life becomes perfect! The best part? She knows exactly what everyone’s role is! Hansum Ochinchin (google translate his name <3) is the most adored, hottest boy in school, and Hanna, the most popular girl, will be her love rival! That is… until Hanna professes her love for Rei, and her shoujo dream is thrown for a loop! This Webtoon is really cute and absolutely HILARIOUS I’ve cried from laughing at this. Hanna is a proud and self-proclaimed pervert. The bullies (FOUR-AM!) practice dramatic poses in the bathroom. Rei gets a love rival for Hanna against her will. Hanna’s father is an st avid cosplayer. You never learn what exactly Hansum is, but he can photosynthesize. It’s a wild ride and genuinely so enjoyable I love it.

Homesick: Recommending this one since you’ve read School Bus Graveyard! It’s almost a “sister series” in that the fanbases overlap lots and the creators have done collabs too! Disclaimer that it’s mature for a reason. It covers a lot of dark topics and is a HORROR FOR A REASON. If you do choose to read it I can provide trigger warnings, though it may spoil some plotlines a bit. Rayne (my pfp!) wakes up on a rooftop with no memories at all and meets a boy named Samael, who quickly informs her that it’s the apocalypse. Cannibalistic creatures called murks roam the land, feeding on anything that makes eye contact. Rayne and Samael form a deal to survive, but things get really, REALLY messy when they encounter someone from Samael’s past and get wrapped up in something that might just be worse than the apocalypse. On top of it all, Rayne has noticed some strange things about herself, including terrible headaches that warn her of murks… (It’s so good I love it but good lord it gets dark. I really want to say more about it but the story doesn’t jump right into the main action or plot right away so I CAN’T WITHOUT SPOILING IT SOB.) FULL POST:

Our Walk Home: Fake Hating Trope, that’s it, that’s the description. Suisha Academy and Higasa High School have always been rivals, bitter ones at that. Akihiko Shiraishi is the top student for his age at Suisha. He’s the perfect student: charming, polite, smart, athletic, and kind to everyone. In reality… my poor guy is the most anxious little mess with no idea what he’s doing. Worst of all, he’s now being forced into the role of “rival” to Harumi Kurose, top student of Higasa, cold, terrifying, and maybe just enough to defeat Shiraishi. When we meet him, though, he is also literally just some guy, and neither really care about the “rivalry,” so they become fast friends. Whenever they’re with classmates, they’ll have to keep up the masks or golden boy and ice prince who hate each other, but when they’re just walking home, it’s a breath of fresh air to both. But if anyone else outside of school found out, their lives will become a living hell and be ruined forever… maybe this rivalry is a bit too intense. (Still int he early stages but this one is cute!)

Deathsitter: In this cutesy, cartoony, Easter-themed world, dying is a business. Beings called Reapers work tirelessly to ensure YOUR loved ones have a nice death! Felix, described as a “deadbeat drug addict with seemingly supernatural luck,” can’t stop annoying the life out of the local reaper, Lloyd, every time he nearly overdoses. Lloyd himself is an ever-busy, stressed-as-heck single father, and due to unfortunate circumstance and flakey relatives, must rely on Felix as a babysitter. The only rule? DO. NOT. OPEN. HIS. DAUGHTER’S. DOOR. Yeah Felix screws up immediately and thus ensues one the most chaotic, tragic, and comedic series of events as he reaps (ha ha) the consequences of his actions. It’s amazing. Definite trigger warning for violence, language, drug use, and blood/gore (I’m a squeamish person so it’s not bad + anything is all the cutesy pastel style lol.) FULL POST:

Castle Swimmer: Can’t reveal TOO much of this ‘cause spoilers but it’s a really really good story. In this society of “Mers” (merfolk), every kingdom has long awaited the day a mysterious, mythical being known as the Beacon arrives. He will grant each kingdom’s prophecy, be that granting them fortune or saving their lives. When the Beacon arrives, though, turns out he’s literally just some guy named Kappa who has no idea what he’s doing. Siren is the prince of the shark kingdom. The kingdom of the sharks have a curse that will cause them to suffer and become covered in scars and eventually die. The only way they can break the curse is whenever the Beacon arrives—and Siren, as predicted, will kill him. The only problem is that Siren REALLY doesn’t want to be a murderer, and Kappa REALLY doesn’t want to die, and they both are pining HARD. It’s a super entertaining series. There’s a bunch of evil witches who feel guilty if you get them a gift and they don’t get you one back. There’s a sea bunny. Kappa’s only weak spot, romantically, is teeth. There’s living sponges. There’s a Jellyfish who’s dream is to Kill. It’s glorious.

School Bus Graveyard: Ashlyn Banner is happy as a loner. Socializing is tired, and people are loud, which hurts because she has extra-sensitive hearing. Because of this, she hears “phantom noises,” or auditory hallucinations. She doesn’t plan to change, until two cousins move to school, and the MOST extraverted child on earth, Aiden Clark, decides to befriend her no matter what. She unfortunately gets partnered with him for a school project (as well as Ben, Aiden’s silent and reserved cousin, Logan, a sweet but shy nerdy kid, Tyler, a short-tempered jock character, and Taylor, Tyler’s twin sister who is so sweet and so amazing.) Everything is fine until one wrong stop causes the six to begin visiting a terrifying world in their sleep, and they begin fighting for their lives against monstrous entities whenever they sleep. (SO GOOD.)

#webtoon propaganda #fambles #not so shoujo love story #homesick webtoon #webtoon #school bus graveyard #sbg #our walk home #our walk home webtoon #castle swimmer #deathsitter webtoon

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shinhati · 2 years

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okay um real word action

identify local groups in your area that support and advocate for women - follow them on social media, join their facebook groups/email lists to hear about events and ways to get involved. even email them to ask!

make a list of issues you care about and then learn what the state of those issues is where you live (policy and legislation, statistics, etc.)

you can write briefs to submit to legislative bodies. they will have more weight if they come from an established advocacy group

if you have the time to commit, you can train to volunteer with a sexual assault help line

set up specific news alerts to stay up to date (for example i have a google alert for "canada + prostitution")

pamphleting is a more comprehensive and less invasive alternative to stickering. pamphlets can be left in waiting rooms, between library books, at bus stops, on public transit etc. which contain brief summaries of certain sets of issues and theory

sticking serves mainly as media bait and as a way to signal to other feminists in the area they're not alone. political stickers are not really a consciousness raising tool, and sticking in certain locations (public bathrooms, university property) can erode credibility with institutions feminists rely on to implement structural changes

this is a really cool video about consciousness raising groups and how feminists build data and theory

debating your friends will alienate them, instead have mutual conversations with them that center on personal anecdotes and experiences

volunteer positions that include mentorship of young girls (in female-exclusive environments) in my experience are incredibly rewarding. sometimes this can be something like girl scouts or an after-school-type program, and sometimes it can be more compact like a week at an sleep-over camp in the summer. not exactly activism but it is a powerful form of separatism

yes, your university's feminist organizations are likely to be packed with libfems and trans apologists, but they are also full of people who care deeply about women's career advancement and sexual assault on campus among other things. it's worth giving them a shot

some regions of the world have active WDI (formerly WHRC) chapters. they are usually very trans focused and mostly comprised of middle aged/older women, but if that sounds appealing you can absolutely reach out to join those groups. FQT and breakout rooms (zoom, saturdays at 10am EST) are also options for participating with WDI

@skelly-butch maintains a directory of location-based discord servers and meetups. if your area isn't included you may want to consider starting one yourself! vet members thoroughly (you can dm me if you have qs about this), and before you meet with anyone in-person i would recommend meeting over voice chat so everyone feels comfortable/secure

above all, take initiative! don't wait for someone else to instigate, and don't be intimidated by the unknown

#radblrthemeweek2

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annbourbon · 5 months

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The Useful Post (Part Two)

Part One || Part Two || Part Three

>-< Because apparently only 100 links are allowed per post.

I'm gonna finish the other one and edit both to make it look a bit more... clean.

Be That Girl 101

Although it's not the only blog with this kind of content, it is one of the best I've seen. So follow @prettyinpink for more content. The list I'm creating of course doesn't only includes her blog but others too. If I find it's interesting, useful or something along the lines, it'll be here.

♡ Learn something new

♡ Making your phone to be intentional

♡ Making Friends

♡ Self care 101

♡ How to stop procrastinating by managing your emotions

♡ Becoming a better student

♡ How to romanticize exercise

♡ How to be the Main Character

♡ Cariona: Pads that actually help

♡ Success Formula 101

♡ The It Girl Mindset

♡ How to Stay Motivated while Studying

♡ 5 Habits to Fix your Problems

♡ Sexual Education

♡ Ultimate Friendship Guide

♡ Things to Manifest

♡ Watch your posture

♡ How to Build an unshakeable confidence

♡ How not to Die if you have an ED

♡ Don't let others to paywall human connection

♡ Read only women

♡ How to stop overthinking

♡ Youtube Channels 4 Girlies

♡ Stop self~sabotage and doubts

♡ Becoming an adult

♡ You can do this

♡ Set your own pace

♡ Friends

♡ Content creators

♡ Don't date for love

Ballet 101

♡ Diet

♡ Routine

♡ Victoria Secret Workout

♡ My own Diet & Workout Routine

♡ What is healthy for one person might not be for another

♡ How to lose weight fast naturally

Food 101

♡ Pancakes to cure depression

♡ Vegetarian recipes

♡ Vegan recipes

♡ Gluten Free Ideas #1

♡ Prosciutto & Blue Cheese (I don't support EDs but these recipes are so tasty!!)

♡ Food List & Some advice

♡ Common myths about migraines

♡ Fluffy Bread

♡ Eating Tray Hack

♡ Pasta

Makeup 101

♡ Makeup #1 - Artistic

♡ Skincare #1

Nature 101

♡ Orchids

♡ Identifying Plants?

♡ Learn How to Like Bugs

♡ Birds

♡ Plants can talk

♡ Bees are dying

♡ Frogs

♡ How to grow....

History 101

★Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it.~ George Santayana. ★

♡ Disability History

♡ Who are you? *Master List*

♡ Irish Mythology

♡ Autism through the years

♡ White People Culture: Long post

♡ History is closer than you think

♡ Asexuals and Aros through history

♡ Myth of Orpheus and Eurydice

♡ Belgians

♡ European History is not white

♡ Ronald Reagan

♡ Pompeii Fact

Art 101

★ This category includes Drawing and Painting, among other forms of art. It also includes some authors I really liked and works to use as inspiration, or to at least have some knowledge of their existence.★

♡ Art: Vintage

♡ Drawing cozy interiors

♡ Beautiful...

♡ John Singer Sargeant (watercolor)

♡ František Dvořák

♡ Primary colors in a fight

♡ 3D Website

♡ Outfit References

♡ Fake Colors

Etiquette 101

♡ Be polite!

♡ Stop your Lizard 🐊 Brain 🧠

♡ Emotionally Competent

Others

♡ Useful for anyone with an appendix

♡ Ad Blockers on YT

♡ Things you can control

♡ Books should be free according to Human Rights

♡ Libguides

♡ What makes Theatre great

♡ Librarians & Teenagers

♡ American Archive

♡ Sundown Towns

♡ Use this instead of

♡ How to keep following people when a social platform implodes

♡ How to Network

♡ How to use Google & Pinterest

♡ Youtube - No Ads

♡ How to find a post really fast

♡ Nothing to do online??

♡ Mythbusters: Sleep

♡ WWC’s A Beginner’s Guide to Academic Research

♡ Wayback Machine

If you want to be here, write me. I'll check on your post and see if I can make it work 😉

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justmeiguess15 · 4 months

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KH OC Profile Part 1 : Ursus

It as been long overdue that I share the story of my OCs. While not all of them are quite finished (plot, ending, screenshots...) I owe you at least one. I'll try to complete the others but know that, one way or another, not matter how long I'll take, they all will be there.

ANYWAY !!!! Let's start with...

"I'm not sure I'll make that much of a difference, but I'll be darned if I didn't try !"

Wilhelm was 12 when he was called to the Station of Awakening and received his Keyblade. Before migrating to Daybreak Town proper, he was a quiet dreamer living with his family in the countryside, wanting to see many new things but always laking the courage to do so.

His first few mounths were a bit lonely : Wilhelm was never someone to make the first step toward others and during missions with other Ursus members, he was polite and focused. His first real friend was a seasonned weilder nammed Lyra :

The 17 year old girl was the one who helped Wilhelm come out of his shell. While this gal was also mission focused and "by the book", she was also a secret nerd. It's also her that nicknamed Wilhelm "Billy". Their friendship lasted a whole year before Lyra simply vanished. Her Keyblade was never found so Billy keept hope that she was alive somewhere.

Billy's favorite world to discover was Wonderland ! Because he was always facinated by the intricacies of the world/worlds, visiting a place where logic don't apply was a fascinating experience , even if some locals might be tiring to deal with. Wilhelm might also have a small crush on Alice.

It was during a contemplative stroll on the beach that Billy met and befriended Summer, Google, Mio, Dennis and Ethel. Having a friend group was a breath of fresh air and allowed Billy to grow more confident and snarky while still maintaining his patient and loyal demeaner. He eventually formed the Multi-Union Squad with Ethel, Théa, Fulgur and Clover. And it's 3 years after becomming a Keyblade Weilder that Player arrived in Daybreak Town and later became his friend.

When Wilhelm first met Aced, he was intimidated but also awe inspiring. And, funily enough, Wilhelm had an easier time talking to an adult than his fellow teen comrades. That's how Billy became the Ephemer to Aced's Ava. Aced knew that Willhelm was capable of great things and kept encouraging him, in turn, Billy became an attentive ear for when his master needed to vent. That's how Billy became one of the first and few to know about the "traitor". But Billy knew deep inside that something was wrong about this affair. And when THIS happened :

Wilhelm knew that something was wrong because he knew his master and Aced never acted this violent, nearly killing Player. That man who talked about power, worthyness and war was nothing like his master who wanted the Unions to bend together against darkness and prevent the war from taking place.

Despite his potential, his fighting style combining calculated strong blows with spells like Graviga, Mines and Magnet, Wilhelm was a pacifist at heart. Like Skuld, Billy did his best to defuse tensions between Unions, being diplomatic and resorting to his Keyblade as an ultimate resort. Maybe naively, Billy wanted to believe that the war could be prevented, so when he was approched to join the Dandilions, he refused.

During that fated day, Wilhelm ran through the battlefield, defending himself but never harming anyone on purpose, desperatly trying to find a way to stop everything. But he is cornered by Ira and Billy stand his ground as best he can. When Billy thought that Ira was gonna end him, Aced arrived and got Ira to battle him further away, saving Billy, who for a moment recognized the master he once knew.

Despite his best effort, the War continued and Billy ends up gravely wounded. Player was nearby and tried to help his friend. Regretful yet fulfilled for the life he lived, Wilhelm draws his last breath, his heart joining the Final World.

There you have it : the full story of Wilhelm from Ursus. But for those who wants a peak in my crazy brain...

"Crack" adition : When given the choice to move on, join the Sleeping Realm or reincarnate, Wilhelm decided to reincarnate as this guy :

Yay, yay, it is very presumptuous but it's just for the sake of a story I'm writing (mostly for myself 'cause I don't feel confident enough to post it online).

#kingdom hearts #khux #kh ocs #khux player #union ursus #aced #keyblade war #ira #sorry for the long wait #kh sora

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bellaireland1981 · 11 months

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Starting Over | 8

Summary: You come home to work to find your husband of three years in bed with your supposed best friend. It’s the wake up call you finally needed to take your two year old daughter and get the hell out of Texas. With nowhere to go you head to your big brother in San Diego. The sagger squad takes you under their wings, and shows you what having a family means. You get a fresh start… will you find your happily ever after?

Characters: Jake “hangman” Seresin x Sister! Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin! Reader (Eventually), Hangman x Phoenix , Adorable OC Gracie! The Dagger squad

Word Count: 10,161

Warnings: Angst, fighting, cheating husband, emotional abuse, eventual fluff, smut in later chapters, Sweet uncle Jake, Adorable Rooster with a toddler… if I miss any please let me know.

A/N: I don’t own the characters or storyline for Top Gun Maverick. All OC’s are mine. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO COPY OR REPOST MY WORK TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM! DON’T STEAL! Reblogs, likes and comments ALWAYS welcomed. THANK YOU @waywardodysseys and @beyondthesefourwalls as always for reading over my work and helping me flush out ideas!!

Taglist is open! If I missed anyone who asked to be tagged, please fill out this GOOGLE FORM to be added. It’s getting to hard to keep track of asks.

CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7

The weekend flew by, with a much needed beach day with the whole squad on Saturday and a relaxing day spent at the house on Sunday. With Trent in jail without the ability to be released on a bond this time, you finally felt like you were able to breathe for the first time since everything started.

Jake decided to still keep his leave time, using it as an opportunity to help you with Gracie so you could start to look into daycares and meet with Penny to figure out hours for the job she’d offered. He was also making you go to UCSD to meet with an admissions representative to look into masters programs for degrees you REALLY wanted and not just something you were forced into. It felt like your life was finally falling into place and everything was going so well… you were almost afraid to trust it.

Tuesday afternoon your lawyer called to let you know that Trent’s hearing was set for the following week. Since the divorce hearing would also be next Tuesday, it appeared as if everything could potentially be over by next week, or at least closer to being over. She reassured you that with this being the second time that he violated the order of protection he would definitely be looking at jail time, just as the officers had said on Friday. She also said that she’d be surprised if he didn’t go ahead and sign off on the divorce and parental rights ahead of the other hearing as his lawyer would most likely advise it. You doubted that though since Trent rarely did anything anyone advised him to do.

“Tulip, I’m going to take Princess G to the park then to get some ice cream.” Jake said, bringing Gracie into the living room after her nap. “I think Nix is going to try to meet us there. Take some time for yourself this afternoon. Enjoy ‘you’ time.”

“I don’t even know what to do with ‘me’ time.” You laughed.

“Exactly the point.” He said, “Maybe go get your toes painted or whatever girls do. Or go drive to UCSD, or go shopping… get your hair done… just… something that is 100% for YOU Tulip.”

“Ok.” You said, giving in, knowing Jake wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer anyway.

“And do not even THINK about dinner tonight.” He added, “Phoenix and I are stealing this one tonight. Bradley will be coming to get you after he’s off to take you to dinner.”

“I guess you have it all figured out then, huh?” You laughed. “Thank you, Jakey. I love you… and I’m lucky to have you for my big brother.”

“I love you too, Tulip.” He replied. “Alright, Princess G… ready to go to the park? Nix is gonna meet us there!”

“Yes Pwease.” She replied, still sleepily, “Mommy, you go too?”

“No, baby.” you replied, smiling, “You get to have Uncle Jakey all to yourself. Mommy will see you later.”

“Tomorrow morning.” Jake corrected, “We’re going to have a sleepover with Aunty Nix and build forts and watch movies and eat pizza. No mommies allowed.”

“Why no mommies, Unco Jakey?” Gracie asked, looking concerned.

“Because then we couldn’t stay up past bedtime and eat junk food and watch movies IN the fort.” He explained in an exaggerated whisper.

“Otay” She whispered back loudly, “Sowy Mommy!”

“It’s ok, Baby.” You laughed, “You have fun with Uncle Jakey and Aunty Nix.”

“Pack an overnight bag before Bradley picks you up for dinner, Tulip.” Jake said, winking at you.

“Daddy Woosta?” Gracie asked, “I see him too!”

“DADDY Rooster?” Jake asked, smiling widely and looking at you with eyebrows raised.

“She started calling him that Friday night after everything happened…” You explained, “Bradley melted… I didn’t see a problem…”

“I like it.” Jake said, “I approve, just so you know.”

“How about we stop over after dinner to check on the fort building, Baby Girl?” You suggested.

“Yes!” She said, excited, “I wuv him. We call him?”

“Princess G, Daddy Rooster is flying in his plane right now. Mommy will make sure he comes to see you later, ok?” Jake suggested..

“Otay!” She agreed, “We go park now?”

“Sure can,” Jake said, “Let me grab your bag, Princess.”

“Come give Mommy big hugs, Baby girl!” You said, taking her from Jake so he could go get her stuff packed. “Be good for Uncle Jakey and Aunty Nix, Ok?”

“Otay, Mommy.” She promised, hugging you, “I wuv you.”

“I love you too, my Baby girl!” You replied, hugging her back. You were thankful she was so little and none of the crap with Trent would have any lasting effects on her. She was a happy and loving little girl, living her best life.

“Alright, Princess G, the park awaits!” Jake said, coming back to the living room. “Have fun, Tulip. Love you” He dropped a kiss on your head, reclaiming Gracie and the two were off on their adventure, leaving you to shake your head and laugh at the closing door on their way out.

You decided to go get a pedicure before heading to the Hard Deck to talk to Penny about finally taking her up on her offer of the part time job handling the books and inventory, freeing her up to take time away from the bar during the day occasionally. You would work 3 days a week, leaving you enough time to take classes if you decided to pursue a master’s degree. You were still undecided on that for the time being. You had enough changes happening, enough on your plate…you were afraid to make any more decisions of that magnitude. You did promise Jake you’d talk to someone from the university to get options and you would, but you weren’t sure you were quite ready to actually pursue the degree yet. You DID need to find a daycare though for Gracie. You knew it would be good for Gracie to have other kids to play with the few days a week you’d be working.

You had just left the Hard Deck and were heading to your car when Bradley called.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He said. You could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m finishing up here then I’ll be over to get you. Jake talk to you?”

“Yup.” You laughed. “He told me he’s having a sleepover with Gracie and Nix and no mommies allowed because then they can’t stay up late, sleep in forts and watch movies.”

“Sounds about right.” He chuckled, “Mommies are definitely allowed at my sleepover. We can build our own fort, Sweetheart.”

“I think I like sleepovers with you.” You replied, “Gracie requested a visit from Daddy Rooster.”

“I REALLY love that title,” He rasped, his voice full of emotion, “I absolutely need to see my girl tonight.”

“Jake approves of the title too.” You informed him. “I promised her we’d stop.”

“I’m walking out of here in 10 minutes tops so I’ll be there in about 20.” He said, “Do you want me to pick up take out and we eat at my place or go out somewhere?”

“I like the idea of staying in, actually.” You replied, “You make fort building sound very appealing.”

“I’ll see you soon, Sweetheart.” He laughed, “Drive safe going home.”

“You too.” You replied.

You got home and decided to jump in the shower quickly before changing into a sundress and a pair of sandals. Jake and Nix ended up getting back with Gracie as you were coming out of your room before Bradley made it over.

“Mommy!” Gracie exclaimed, running over to you, arms up for you to lift her up. “We pway at the park! And eat ice cweam!”

“Wow!” You said, “What sounds like so much fun! Were you good for Uncle Jakey and Aunt Nix?”

“Yup!” She nodded her head. “I good!”

“Of course!” Phoenix said, “She was fantastic! We had fun, didn’t we, Sweet girl?”

“Yes! Now we make forts!” She informed you, “Mommy, where Daddy Woosta?”

“He’ll be here soon, Baby girl.” You said kissing her head and setting her down, “He’s so excited to see you.”

“Let’s go get you washed up for dinner, quickly Princess G” Jake said, taking her hand and leaning her back to the bathroom to wash her hands.

“Daddy Rooster?” Phoenix gushed, “That’s absolutely adorable.”

“I KNOW!” You exclaimed, “He turned to a puddle when she said it. She just spontaneously busted out with it.”

“How do you feel about it?” She asked

“I’m completely ok with it.” You replied, “You don’t think it’s too soon do you?”

“Sweetie, I think there is no timetable for these things.” She replied, “If you, as her mom, are ok with it, and Rooster, the person on the receiving end of it, is ok, and Gracie is obviously ok… then I say… Daddy Rooster has a new title.”

“Nat, I am 100% gone for that man.” You confided in her, “I know I should feel guilty since I’m legally married to another but my heart fully belongs to Bradley.”

“We all kinda figured that one out already,” She laughed. “But I’m glad to know you’re aware. He feels the same, just so you know. Just promise that you won’t get tied down by timetables or what you think social norms dictate. Do what feels right to you and Bradley and what’s best for Gracie.”

“I promise.” You said.

Bradley arrived not long after. Jake had just finished getting Gracie cleaned up when he came through the front door.

“Daddy Woosta!” She exclaimed, barreling through the living room and straight into Bradley’s arms. He’d dropped down to his knees to be at her level and swooped her up. “I wuv you.”

“Hi Princess.” He said, kissing the top of her head, “I love you too, my girl.”

“You sweep ova wif me?” She asked him sweetly.

“How about we have a sleep over another night, Princess?” He countered, “I hear you have a super fun sleepover with forts planned with Uncle Jake and Aunty Nix tonight.”

“Otay.” She agreed. “And Mommy too?”

“And Mommy too.” He promised.

“Alright, Princess G.” Jake said, “Ready to start our super fun sleepover?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, then turned to kiss Bradley on the cheek and hug him before wiggling out of his arms and running to say goodbye to you. “Wuv you Mommy! Wuv you Daddy Woosta!”

“Love you too, Baby girl.” You replied, hugging her and kissing her. “Be good for Uncle Jakey and Aunty Nix, and Mommy will see you tomorrow morning.”

“Otay, Mommy.” She said before running over to Phoenix.

“Ready to go, Sweetheart?” Bradley asked, his hand coming up to rest on the small of your back.

“Yup.” You replied, smiling, “Overnight bag packed, as ordered by my dear sweet brother who said no mommies allowed at their super fun sleepover…. I’m all yours, Lieutenant Bradshaw.”

“Well, then it’s a very good thing that mommies are very much allowed at my super fun sleepover tonight.” He winked, grabbing your overnight bag and guiding you out of the front door.

Back at Bradley’s the two of you ate the take out that he’d picked up before picking you up. Afterwards he sent you to change into comfy clothes while he constructed the promised fort in the middle room. You changed out of the dress, putting on the sleep shorts you’d packed, but opting instead to pull on one of Bradley’s well worn Navy t-shirts. You pulled your hair into a messy bun on top of your head before making your way out to the living room.

“That’s some impressive fort building, Lieutenant.” You said, walking into the room. He’d moved around some of the furniture to make room for the fort, using the dining room chairs and couch as the structure to drape the blankets over.

“Wait until you see the inside, Sweetheart.” He said, smiling. “You look really good in my shirt, too.”

“Thanks.” You beamed, “It looked more comfortable than the one I brought with me.”

“You can wear my clothes anytime.” He said. “Come on inside our very own fort.”

You walked around to the opening in the front where he was holding the blanket open for you. You crouched down and crawled inside to find more blankets laid out on the floor with pillows to keep you both comfortable. He’d found and strung up some battery operated fairy lights to give you some light inside the fort as well as a couple of the flameless battery operated candles. He had his laptop opened for you to watch a movie on and a variety of snacks as well.

“Bradley.” You laughed, “How in the hell did you get this all set up in the short time I was changing?”

“I may have had everything already set up and ready to go…” He replied, a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. “Jake and I hashed this plan out yesterday. I ran home at lunch instead of actually eating lunch.”

“Bradley!” You admonished, “Please tell me you didn’t fly without proper nutrition? The only thing worse than you eating vending machine food for lunch is you eating no lunch at all!”

“I grabbed a bag of chips and a granola bar.” He shrugged. “I was ok.”

“You will either bring your sexy ass to the house tomorrow on your lunch to get a proper meal or I will make Jake bring me to the base to deliver the lunch to you.” You informed him

“You like my ass, huh Sweetheart?” He asked, smirking at you, settling against the pillows piled up and pulling you down with him. You settled between his legs, resting your back against his chest.

“That’s what you got from that? You laughed, “But for the record, I do like your ass.”

“For the record, I think everything about you is sexy as hell, Sweetheart.” He said, his voice right by your ear, sending shivers down your body. He had changed into gray Navy sweats, and you were discovering how soft they were against your skin as you ran your palms over his legs.

“So what’s the plan for this super fun sleepover tonight?” You asked, tilting your head back to look up at him.

He leaned his head down, connecting his lips to yours, his arms already wrapped around your middle, fingers splayed wide over your torso.

“The plan is to keep you locked in my arms, while we watch a movie and relax in our super cool fort here.” He said, using his face to nudge your head to the side and drop kisses on and nip at your neck, “Hopefully with a little bit of making out with my girl thrown in.”

“I like that plan.” You replied smiling. “Your girl, huh?”

“Baby, Gracie is literally calling me ‘Daddy Rooster’.” He laughed, “We’re gonna have a very sad little girl if you’re not my girl.”

You turned around so that you were facing him, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers working into his hair at the nape of his neck.

“I am absolutely yours.” You said without hesitation. “Gracie and I are both yours if you want us. I know we still have a few hurdles to jump and definitely come with some baggage, but …”

“Sweetheart, there is nothing I want more.” He said, interrupting you, his lips finding yours, his hands moving to your hips to anchor you to him. His tongue snaked out, licking over your lower lip seaking entrance. You opened, allowing him in, your own tongue moving to meet his, tasting one another. His hands moved over your back before dropping down to the hem of the t-shirt and moving up and under, until his hands connected with your bare skin. You gasp, burying your fingers deeper into his hair, and grinding down onto him as you deepen the kiss.

“Shit, Sweetheart.” He groans as your core rubs against his semi hardened cock. “You feel so fucking good.”

You continue to move against him, knowing you would need to stop, but not ready to lose this feeling just yet. You kiss your way to his neck, tracing over the scars with your tongue, causing a shiver to move over his whole body. He groans deeply, his hands moving over you feverishly, pulling you closer.

“Mmm” You moaned, panting, “Bradley, as much as I desperately want to continue this, we need to hit the breaks.”

“I know.” He agreed, sucking air into his own lungs, using his hands to gently still your movement, giving him a moment to collect himself. “Just need a minute here, Sweetheart.”

“I want the first time we’re together to be when I’m able to freely give every piece of myself to you, without any legalities standing in the way.” You said quietly, “He doesn’t get to taint anything between us.”

“There’s no way he could taint anything we have, Sweetheart” Bradley assured you, pulling you down against him again, “I would happily wait forever for you.”

You both sat together, recovering from the heavy makeout session for several moments before you were once more tucked with your back against his chest, nestled between his legs with his laptop propped up on the coffee table so you could watch a movie together.

The next morning, you made Bradley breakfast and packed him a lunch while he was getting ready for work.

“I could definitely get used to this.” He smiled, walking into the kitchen.

“Something other than cold cereal or frozen waffles for breakfast?” You asked, smiling at him over your shoulder, soaking in the sight of him in his flightsuit.

“Getting to wake up with you, getting ready for work knowing you’re in the same house…” He replied, wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing your neck, just under your ear. “And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit excited about this amazing breakfast you’ve made.”

“I knew it was the food.” You teased, rolling your eyes. He easily spun you around in his arms and dropped his head down to capture your lips with his own in a heated kiss.

“Now THAT is how I need to start every day.” He said, once you’d both had to pull away to breathe.

“No arguments from me.” You replied, “Let’s get you fed, fly boy. You need to get to work and I’ve got an appointment to check out a daycare for Gracie today.”

“How do you feel about that?” He asked, carrying plates to the table. You joined him at the table, sitting down next to him while you both dug into the omelettes you’d made.

“It’ll only be part time.” You said, “It makes me nervous, but I know she needs to be with kids, and I need to get out and be around adults… work. Eventually, I’ll maybe look at going back for my master’s degree. One step at a time.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” He offered, “I can get one of the others to cover my class this afternoon. I’m sure Mav will be fine with it.”

“You’re perfect and amazing for offering.” You answered, offering a smile, “I’ll be ok though. I’ll actually probably need you more next week at the court hearing if you’re able to get off for that… if you want that is…”

“Sweetheart, that’s already a done deal.” He replied. “I already have the entire week for leave. Mav put it in for me before last Friday and I told him to leave it. There’s no way in hell I’d let you face that alone. I know you’ll have Jake… but you have me now too.”

“Thank you.” You said, relieved to know he’d be there with you.

“You absolutely do not need to thank me for that, Baby.” He replied, leaning over to kiss your forehead, “We’re officially a team.”

After finishing breakfast, Bradley grabbed his flight bag and the two of you headed out to the Bronco. He drove you home on his way to the base, which was not actually on his way to the base at all.

“In hindsight, I should have just met you over her last night.” You laughed, when he parked in the driveway. “You’re going to be so late, Bradley!”

“Worth it.” He replied, leaning over to kiss you, “Give my Princess hugs and kisses for me?”

“I will.” You promised, “If you’re not doing anything tonight, do you want to come over after work for dinner?”

“As long as you’re not sick of met yet.” He teased, “Jake’s probably ready to boot me to the curb.”

“He’s too busy with Nat to even notice.” You laughed, “But he doens’t mind because he just wants Gracie and me to be happy… and we are.”

“Good.” He smiled widely, “Mission accomplished. I’ll see you after work, Sweetheart.”

“Fly safe.” You said, leaning in to kiss him again.

“Always.” He promised.

The visit the daycare went really well. Gracie loved the room and teacher she’d be with and had already made a friend. Jake had gone with and had asked all the pertinent safety questions setting your own mind at ease. You knew that Trent would definitely be spending the foreseeable future in jail but for your own sanity you needed a plan in place. The daycare had strict policies for who was allowed in and out and nobody was allowed to pick up a child that wasn’t on that child’s list.

After going through the center, Jake kept Gracie busy while you filled out the needed paperwork to enroll her.

“Jakey I’m adding you as emergency contact.” You told him, writing down his contact information.

“Add Rooster too.” He replied, flashing a knowing smile.

“Shouldn’t I ask him before I add his name?” You asked. “That seems like basic etiquette.”

“Tulip, she calls him Daddy Rooster, and he’s perfectly fine with it… in fact, he actually loves it.” Jake said, “I highly doubt he’ll be upset about being added as Princess G’s emergency contact. I’d be willing to bet he’d be upset if he WASN’T added.”

“You’re probably right.” You laughed, “Ok, Bradley is being added… but what do you suggest I put down as the relationship?”

“Daddy Woosta?” Gracie asked, “I see him?”

“We’ll go see him after we leave here, Princess.” Jake promised, “You heard the Princess. He’s Daddy Woosta.”

“Jake, I cannot put that on here.” You laughed.

“Put down, Dad.” He said, “It’ll make one less thing to change later. And on the pick up list, you might want to add the whole squad.”

“I am not imposing on them by having them pick up Gracie.” You argued.

Jake pulled out his phone, typing out a text before tucking his phone back into his pocket. You continued to fill out the paperwork, trying to hurry now that you knew you’d be heading to base to see Bradley afterwards.

Jakes phone dinged, then your own phone rang with an incoming FaceTime call. Looking at the caller ID you saw it was Nat. You glared at Jake before quicking answering. As soon as the call went through you saw it wasn’t just Nat. The entire dagger squad, minus Jake was staring back at you, giving you ‘the look’.

“Hi guys…” You said. “How’s your day going?”

“Imposing on us?” Nat asked indignantly.

“There’s a question of even adding us to the pick up list?” Coyote asked, “I’m hurt, Y/N.”

“Sweetheart…” Bradley started.

“Oh you’re already emergency contact, Man.” Jake called, “Only hiccup was she didn’t know what to put for the relationship.”

“I’m good then!” He beamed, “And Daddy Rooster is my title, Sweetheart.”

“Not putting that on the paperwork, Bradley.” you laughed.

“I told her to shorten it.” Jake added.

“Sweetheart, just put down whatever you’re comfortable with.” Bradley said, smiling at you. Phoenix took her phone back from him so you were looking at her.

“Hey, seriously, Y/N.” She said, “Add us all to the pick up list. You never know when you’ll need someone to get her and this way you’re covered. You know we’re all trustworthy… some more than others of course… but we all love that little girl. Now, finish filling out the paperwork and bring her to us…”

“Yes, ma’am.” You replied, laughing. After hanging up, you quickly finished the paperwork. You decided to put down Daddy under the relationship and when you handed the paperwork to the director you explained the situation. She smiled and reassured you that yours wasn’t the first nor the last unconventional family to come through the center and the most important thing was that Gracie was clearly surrounded by people who loved hear dearly.

Confident that you’d made the right choice, you all left, with a list of supplies she’d need for her first day the following week.

You made your way to the base, stopping for lunch on the way so that you can feed Gracie. You knew that once you lef the base she’d need a nap.

“Ready to go see Daddy Rooster, Princess G?” Jake asked, as he was waved through the guard gate on base.

“Yes!” She exclaimed happily from her carseat. “Daddy Woosta! We see Aunty Nix too?”

“We sure will, Sweet girl!” You promised, “Everyone is waiting and so excited to see you!”

Jake drove around to the front of the hangar and parked his truck next to Bradley’s Bronco.

“Mommy!’ Gracie yelled from the backseat, “Dat’s Daddy Woosta’s Bwoo twuck!”

“It is!” You confirmed, “And here he comes now.” Bradley was making his way out of the building, too impatient to wait for you all to come inside. Phoenix, apparently just as impatient, but whether it was to see Gracie or Jake you weren’t entirely sure. You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the truck as Bradley got to you.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He said, wrapping arm around your waist and lowering his head to kiss you softly. “I missed you.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” You reasoned, kissing him back, “But I missed you too.”

“Where’s my girl?” He asked, opening the back door to the truck. “There’s my princess!”

“Daddy Woosta!” Gracie exclaimed, squirming in her seat, making grabby hands towards Bradley. He quickly unbuckled her carseat and pulled her out of the truck. She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, dropping a kiss in her soft curls.

“I missed you, Princess.” Bradley said, pulling back to look at her, “Did you have fun today?”

“I miss you too.” She said, “Yes! I go pway and Mommy and Unco Jakey ask wots of stuffs!”

“We were thorough.” Jake shrugged, smiling when nugged him. “Not just anyone can take care of Princess G.”

“They have tight security protocols in place?” Bradley asked

“Nobody is allowed inside the center that isn’t on the list. There’s a bell with a camera out front you have to ring in unless you have a keycard. If your name isn’t on the list of approved pick up and you don’t have proper ID you aren’t allowed to take the child from the property.” Jake confirmed, “If an attempt is made by a non-approved pick up person, the parents are notified as are the authorities if there is an order of protection in place.”

“Perfect.” Bradley said approvingly, “So our Princess will be nice and safe while she’s not in with us. Did you like the kids and your new classroom, Princess?”

“Yes!” She squealed, “I have fwends! Mommy says I go back and pway!”

“Next week you’ll go back and Mommy will go to work.” You said.

“How about this weekend, Mommy and I take you to go buy a backpack perfect for a Princess?” Bradley asked. “You’ll need a backpack to carry all your pretty pictures that you color at daycare home in.”

“Yes!” Gracie agreed, happily.

“Hey!” Coyote yelled through the open door, “The rest of the squad and Mav are wondering why you’re keeping our little Gracie Nugget out here and not sharing her? It’s rude.”

“He’s right.” Phoenix agreed, reaching over to take Gracie from Bradley. “It is rude. Come on, Sweetie, let’s go play with the rest of the squad. They’re more fun.”

Friday night the squad descended on the house for the weekly dinner. While you were normally the one that did the majority of the cooking, this time, they’d all pulled together and organized amongst themselves to pull off the dinner so that you just got to sit back and take it all in. Unfortunately you weren’t very good at doing nothing, so you found yourself full of nervous energy.

“Sweetheart, you running back and forth to refill stuff defeats the purpose of us all taking care of you for a change.” Bradley said gently, reaching for the bowl of cut up fruit in your hand.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I kinda suck at doing nothing, Bradley.” You sighed, “I also don’t do so well stayin’ out of my head when I’m not busy…”

“Come here,” He said, pulling you into his arms. You wrapped your own around his middle, resting your head against his chest. “I know telling you it’s going to be ok isn’t helpful. The anxiety is real, you’ve been living in this limbo for too long. But I WILL tell you, you are not alone. I am here. Jake is here. The whole team is here.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, “I honestly don’t know what I would do without you, Bradley.”

“Sweetheart, you’re never going to have to find out.” He promised. “I am not going anywhere. I have a strict no return policy, so I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

“Damnit, Tulip.” Jake teased, coming up behind you, “I told you to read return policies before taking in stray chickens. Now we’re stuck with him”

“You love him and you know it.” Phoenix said, laughing.

“He’s alright.” Jake winked, taking Phoenix’s hand as they walked past into the house.

“He’s an idiot.” You laughed, once they’d gone inside.

“He is.” Bradley agreed, smirking, “But he’s our idiot and we’re stuck with him.”

“We are.” You said, “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You spent the weekend getting ready to start your new job at the Hard Deck, which mainly just included making sure Gracie had everything she needed to start daycare. As promised, you and Bradley took Gracie to find the perfect backpack for her. She picked out a Disney Princess backpack (not surprisingly). You let her pick up new toddler panties as she’d done really well with potty training over the last several days. You were hoping it would continue with being at daycare, but you grabbed another pack of pullups just in case.

Sunday Jake and Phoenix one again stole Gracie for the day, taking her to a splash pad and park. Bradley picked you up early and drove you out to a hangar in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. He got Mav to let him borrow his plane to take you for a ride. It was amazing to be in Bradley’s world, to experience a small part of what he loved.

“That, was AMAZING!” You gushed, once he’d landed and come around to help you down from the plane. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips in a soft kiss. “Thank you for sharing your world with me.”

“Sweetheart, I’ll happily share my entire world with you.” He replied. “I’m glad you enjoyed flying though.”

“I’ve never been in a plane so small before.” You said. “I think I just enjoyed it because I fully trust the Pilot.”

“I’m happy to hear that, Sweetheart,” He laughed, kissing you again. “Ready to head back?”

After securing the plane and locking the hangar up for Mav, Bradley led you to the Bronco, opening the passenger door and helping you in. He made sure to lean over to steal a final kiss before making his way around to the driver’s side.

“How would you feel about us stealing our girl back from Jake and Phoenix and kicking them out for the night?” Bradley asked as you headed back to town from the Hangar. “I think they need a date night. We can spend time with Gracie then once we get her tucked in we can have our own date night in.”

“I love that idea.” You said, smiling over at him. “I really love that you get to take her to her first day of daycare with me tomorrow. I’m going to be an emotional wreck.”

“I’m not sure I won’t be a wreck right along with you, Sweetheart.” He admitted. “Will she go all day?”

“Yeah, she goes Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, while I work.” You said, “I don’t have to be at the bar until 10 though, we’ll have time to recover after dropping her off before I have to go work.”

“I can take you to work and then go take care of some stuff and pick you back up when you’re done.” He offered, “Then we can go get Gracie from daycare after and treat her to ice cream after her first day.”

“Sounds perfect.” You agreed, “Tomorrow night will need to be really low key and an early night. I’m going to be a nervous wreck.”

“Then that’s exactly what we’ll do, Sweetheart.” He said.

When you arrived home, Jake and Phoenix had been happy to take you up on date night, but made it known they would be tagging in for pick up the next day since they’d miss first day drop off. You had a feeling that Gracie’s first day of Kindergarten was going to be whole production.

After lots of extra playtime and Gracie insisting on Daddy Rooster being the one to read her a bedtime story, you had finally gotten her tucked in and off to dreamland. You and Bradley spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch watching a movie before heading to bed to fall asleep tucked into one another’s arms.

Monday morning you woke up wrapped in Bradley’s arms, your legs intertwined with his. Not quite ready to leave his embrace, snuggle down further into him, tucking your face back into the crook of his shoulder.

“Morning, Sweetheart.” He chuckled, his voice deep from sleep.

“Five more minutes.” You mumbled into his neck, “I’m too comfy. You’re so warm.”

“No arguments here.” He replied, “The alarm hasn’t gone off yet, so I think we have a few more minutes.”

“I like waking up in your arms.” You said, lifting your head just enough to be heard, “And I sleep better with you… listening to your heartbeat… feeling your warmth, the smell of your body wash mixed with jet fuel…”

“I sleep better with you too, Sweetheart.” He admitted, “And I definitely love waking up with you in my arms. I don’t know if I should be offended by the jet fuel comment thought.”

“NO!” You said, shooting up to look at him, only to see the sparkle of amusement in his eyes. You playfully slapped him and settled back down so you were once more laying on his chest, “You just have a unique scent’s that’s beyond just your body wash and it’s very comforting.”

“You’re cute when you’re riled up.” He laughed. “We should probably get going so we can get our Princess some breakfast and make sure everything is perfect without having to rush.”

“We have to make sure we take picture too.” You reminded him, “Jake made me promise I’d get some since he won’t be home this morning to take them.”

“Let’s rock and roll then, Sweetheart.” He said lifting his head to kiss the top of yours.

The two of you got up and got ready before Bradley headed off to the kitchen to start getting breakfast ready while you went in and got Gracie up.

She was excited to go to her new “school” so she sprung right up and you got her dressed in a pair of cute knit shorts and a Disney Princess t-shirt. She wanted her hair in two pony tails so you pulled her curly hair into two matching pony tails with small purple bows to match her shirt. Once she was dressed you ushered her out to the kitchen to get breakfast.

“There’s my beautiful Princess!” Bradley said when Gracie walked into the kitchen, “Are you hungry baby girl?”

“Yes pwease!” She answered, heading directly to Bradley and lifting her arms up to be picked up. Bradley quickly wiped his hands on the towel and picked her up, covering her face in kisses, causing her to burst into a round of giggles. “Dat tickles Daddy!”

“I had to make sure I gave you lots and lots of kisses to get you through the day!” He explained, “I didn’t want you to run outta power half way through.”

“You siwy!” She laughed, but then leaned forward and placed several kisses on Bradleys face in return. “You have powa now too!”

“Thank you, Princess!” He smiled, “Now I’ll make it all day until I see you again tonight.”

“Alright, my two crazies, time for breakfast.” You said, chucklling at their antics, “We need to get you fed, then Uncle Jakey wants us to take lots of pictures so he can see how pretty and grown up you look heading off to your first day!”

After breakfast you all headed outside to the front porch for pictures you made sure to snap some of just Gracie, then took a few of Gracie with Bradley, he got a few with you and her before finally taking some in selfie mode with all three of you. It may have been a little overkill for just a first day at daycare but it was also the first day of a fresh start of sorts.

Drop off went pretty smooth… as far as Gracie was concerned. She went right in and was excited to play with the kids. You and Bradley managed to hold it together until you were back in the Bronco and then there were a few tears shed.

“We’re going to be absolute wrecks when we take her to kindergarten.” He chuckled, glancing over at you.

“Or when she graduates high school.” You smiled over at him. “Does it seem crazy that we’ve only known one another for a short time but we’re already in so deep… that when I picture the future for Gracie and me, no version of it is without you?”

“Sweetheart, it’s not crazy.” He assure you. “I really believe that when people are meant to be and they find each other time doesn’t matter. We will do this at whatever pace we determine is right.” He turned so that his body was facing you and he took your hands in his own, “And the only future I want is one with you and Gracie. You two are my entire world.”

To keep the emotions from bubbling up you leaned over and connected your lips with his in a gentle kiss. Smiling against him.

“We’re on the same page then.” You said.

You sent several pictures to the group chat while Bradley drove you back home. You got stuff ready for dinner that night before needing to get ready for work. Bradley dropped you off at the Hard Deck, promising to come back as soon as he ran some errands.

Penny showed you the books and the inventory lists on the computer, explaining the system. You spent the afternoon familiarizing yourself with the system and making a list of what was running low and what would be needed sooner rather than later. Bradley arrived a few hours after dropping you off and sat at the bar chatting with Penny until you were ready to head out for the day.

“I think I’ve got a good handle on the current system.” You said coming out to bar area from the back office, “I started a list of what’s running low and can finalize what needs to be ordered on Wednesday when I’m back.”

“Sounds good.” She replied, “So tomorrow morning… what time do you need me there?”

“My lawyer wants to meet before going in, so we need to be at the courthouse at 8.” You replied, “I can’t thank you enough for staying with Gracie, Penny. Just knowing she’s going to be safe and taken care of takes lot off of my shoulders.”

“Sweetie, you do not need to thanke me one bit.” She assured you, “I’m more than happy to spend time with that sweet little girl. You just focus on getting yourself free from that piece of shit and staying strong tomorrow, ok?”

“Ok” You said, smiling. “I can handle that.”

“Perfect.” She said, coming around the bar to wrap you in a hug, “Rooster, take this sweet one home to spend time with her baby and I’ll see you both in the morning.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you out of the bar.

As per the deal the night before, Jake and Phoenix got to pick up Gracie from daycare and bring her home. They stopped on the way for a slushie to celebrate and to hear all about her first day. When they arrived you had already changed clothes were working in the kitchen on dinner with Bradley.

“Mommy, we home!” Gracie called when they arrived. You could hear Jake prompting her to take off her shoes and little backpack before she came running to the kitchen.

“How was your first day of daycare, Sweet Girl” You asked, wiping your hands of and scooping her up into your arms. “Did you have so much fun?”

“Yes!” She confirmed, “I dwawed, pwayed, and wead books!”

“That sounds like a very full day!” Bradley said, stepping over and kissing her head, “Did you have enough power?”

“Yes!” She laughed, holding her hands out to Bradley, who immediately pulled her into his arms.

“I missed you today, Princess.” He said, giving her snuggles.

“I missed you too, Daddy Woosta.” She replied, hugging him back tightly.

“How did pick up go?” You asked, as Jake and Phoenix walked into the kitchen, “Did they give you any trouble?”

“Nope.” Jake smiled, “They remembered me from last week and I have the card so no issues. They said she had a fantastic day. Already making lots of new friends.”

“Are we surprised?” You asked, laughing, “She’s one hundred percent her uncle when it comes to being an extrovert.”

“We may need to work on the whole ‘stranger danger’ thing with her.” Jake acknowledged, “She’s probably a little too friendly.”

That night you and Bradley both tucked Gracie into bed after reading her a book and going through the nightly routine of bathtime and snuggles with Uncle Jakey while watching one episode of whatever classic cartoon Jake managed to find for that night. He was determined that Gracie would be exposed to all of the great classic cartoons we’d grown up on.

“Sweet dreams, Princess.” Bradley said, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “I love you.”

“I wuv you too, Daddy Woosta.” She replied softly, smiling at him. He stood up and made room for you to move in to sit next to her.

“I love you Sweet Girl.” You said, leaning down to hug her and kiss her, “Sweetest of dreams, Baby.”

“Wuv you, Mommy” She replied, hugging you back.

The next morning you were on autopilot getting ready. Bradley and Jake did their best to make sure you at least tried to eat some breakfast but your anxiety was really high and the thought of food made you want to throw up.

“Tulip, you need to eat something.” Jake said, “Even if it’s just toast. If you don’t, you’ll pass out in court.”

“He’s right, Sweetheart.” Bradley agreed, “Maybe eat a slice of toast and a half of banana.”

“Mommy, you sick?” Gracie asked, concerned, not knowing what was happening but picking up on something being off with her adults.

“No, Sweet Girl.” You reassured her, forcing a small smile, “Mommy just has butterflies in her belly this morning.”

“Mommy, you siwy” She giggled, “You eat my nana?”

“That’s so sweet of you, Baby,” you smiled, “You need to eat your banana so you have energy to play with Penny today. Mommy will get another banana ok?”

Penny arrived not long after and quickly took over with Gracie so that the three of you could get out the door.

Jake sent a text to everyone letting them know you were headin the courthouse so they could plan their arrival accordingly. You didn’t know but they’d all made arrangements to take the day off to there to support you. Mav had put in a word with the higher ups to get it approved.

“It’s going to be OK, Tulip.” Jake said confidently, standing outside of the courthouse. “No matter the outcome of today’s hearing, in the end, it’s all going work out. Keep your head up, we’ve all got you.”

“We’re right here by your side, Sweetheart.” Bradley added, “Not going anywhere, no matter what happens. None of us are.”

“There’s zero chance I’d make it through this without you guys.” You said, your voice shaky with emotion. “Thank you both for being my strength when I’m not so sure I can be strong on my own.”

“Y/N Seresin you are the strongest woman I know.” Jake said, “Even when you don’t believe it. You’d be just fine on your own, but you’ll never have to find out. We love you and we’ll always have your back.”

“Every one of us.” Phoenix said walking over to you. You turned to see the entire Squadron and Mav waking up. Overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support from your new found family you turned into Bradley’s embrace and burst into tears. Knowing the reason behind the tears, Jake added his support hugging you from behind, sandwhiching you in the middle of himself and Bradley. The rest of team formed a huddle, essentially forming one giant group hug.

“I can add this to the list of unexpected experiences.” Jake joked, trying to ease your anxiety. “Glad I showered this morning.”

You let you a laugh, muffled by Bradley’s chest. The squad started to separate allowing you to take a step back and look at everyone.

“Y’all are the best.” You said, “Obviously I can’t even put into words how much this means to me that you’re all here.”

“Nowhere we’d rather be.” Phoenix said smiling, slipping her hand into Jake’s.

“And that’s saying a lot coming from a bunch of aviators who’d always rather be in the air than on the ground.” Coyote added. “But you don’t mess with one of our own without getting all of us.”

“We should get inside, Ms. Kennedy wants meet with Tulip before going in.” Jake said, ushering everyone toward the entrance.

Bradley took your hand walking along side you into the building. Once inside you all had to go through security and then were directed toward the correct courtroom. Lauren was waiting outside when you all got there.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Lauren greeted, smiling,“Looks like you have your whole support system in attendance today.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You smiled back, “My family has expanded over the last month. I’m very lucky to have them all in my corner.”

“You can never have too many in your corner.” She said, “If you want to come on into the conference room with me, we can go over what to expect today.”

“We’ll go in and get seated, Y/N.” Mav said, “Keep your chin up, Kid. You’ve got this.”

“Thank you, Mav.” You replied, smiling at him, then you turned to Lauren, “Can Jake and Bradley come in with us?”

“Absoultely.” She replied, leading the way into the conference room a few doors down from the courtroom you’d be in shortly. “Jake, I’ve met, Bradley, you I’ve only heard about. You were there both times Trent showed up and broke the court order?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Bradley replied, “It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for everything you’re doing for Y/N and Gracie.”

“It’s absolutely my pleasure.” She replied, “I’m glad Y/N has such an amazing support team. I take it, you’ve take my advice then and have started living again, Y/N?”

“Yes.” You replied, looking over at Bradley and smiling. “We were actually coming back from our first date when Trent showed up the first time. Things have progressed since then.”

“Good. You look happy,” She observed, “You deserve to be happy. How’s Gracie doing, she’s pretty little, so I’m guessing she’s pretty resilient and not aware of everything going on around her.”

“She’s great.” You beamed, “She picks up on when emotions are running high. She knew something was wrong when Trent showed up and Nat sent her out to get Jake and Bradley. But she’s a happy little girl that makes friends wherever she goes.”

“She’s already claimed Bradley as her own.” Jake added, winking at you. “She’s got the whole squadron wrapped around her little Princess finger.”

“She owns me.” Bradley admitted, chuckling. Looking at you, smiling he added, “Her momma does too.”

“Alright, that’s exactly what I love to hear.” Lauren said, smiling at the three of you. “Let’s make sure when we leave here today we have all the loose ends tied up to allow you to move foreward with your new family, Y/N.”

“Is that a possibility?” You asked, afraid to get your hopes up. “I figured Trent would do something to drag it all out somehow.”

“In this case, his actions have tied his hands. Literally and figuratively.” She said. “He’s established that he’s verbally abusive and left marks on you while trying to forceuflly remove you from your residence against your will. You’re not asking for anything other than what you left Texas with. You’ve got the order of protection that was violated twice… Sweetie, the odds are in your favor that the judge will happily grant you the divorce today. In terms of disolving Trent’s parental rights, again we can establish he’s a danger to Gracie’s wellbeing, we can establish a lack of involvement prior to the request based on the texts we saved, and he was planning on removing her from your residence along with you against your will. He will be doing jail time for the second violation of the order of protection and we can use that to our advantage as well. It at least gets you full custody with zero visitation from him.”

“I don’t want him being anything to my little girl.” You said. “I know I can’t erase her DNA, but I need to erase him from her life on paper… please help me do that.”

“I will be pushing for that, Y/N.” Lauren assured you. “Is there another reason you’d need Trent to sign away his rights or to have them removed?”

“So that I can give Gracie the daddy she deserves.” You whispered, “The daddy she loves and who loves her.”

“Sweetheart.” Bradley said, taking your hand and turning you to face him, “It doesn’t matter what a piece of paper says or what DNA says, or even what her last name is. That little Princess is already my baby girl and will be my baby girl forever.”

“He’s right, Tulip.” Jake added softly, “She’s already claimed him as her Daddy Woosta. She doesn’t care if it’s not official in the courts. To her it’s already real. And he’s ‘daddy’ on the emergency contact list at daycare so I’d say that’s official.”

“I’d say that’s about all that matters too.” Lauren said, “The rest is just the icing on the cake. I’ll do my best to make sure that cake has icing when you’re ready to add it. Sound like a plan?”

“Yes. Thank you.” You replied, wiping tears from your eyes. “He won’t be physically allowed in the courtroom today, right? Just his lawyer can appear?”

“Correct.” Lauren said, “Due to him being currently incarcerated pending his court appearance and due to the order of protection.”

“Ok.” You replied, taking a deep breath. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Alright. The judge is due into court in about fifteen minutes so let’s go in and get seated until your case is called.” Lauren said, “I believe yours is the first one on the docket for the day.”

The three of you walked back down to the courtroom where the others had already gone in and found seats close to them but where you were directed to sit by the court deputy. You tried to keep from bouncing out of the chair with nervous energy. Jake ended up holding one of your hands and Bradley holding the other in order to prevent you from twisting them into knots.

“Breathe, Sweetheart.” Bradley whispered, “It’ll all be over soon.”

Jake squeezed the hand he was holding three times to let you know he loved you, you squeezed back, looking over with a small smile.

“All rise for the Honorable Judge Edwards” The deputy called out. Everyone stood while the judge walked into the courtroom from his chambers and took his spot.

“You may be seated” He said.

The deputy called the first court of the day, your case. Lauren stood up and addressed the Judge going over what was requested and a little bit of the history. He took a moment to review the files in front of him, asking her clarifying questions here and there. The entire time you sat there, feeling as though you would throw up from the nerves. You regretted eating the banana and toast that morning, and prayed it didn’t make a reappearence in the courtroom.

“After reviewing everything Ms. Kennedy has provided as well as the countersuits provided by Mr. Andrews on behalf of his client, and taking into consideration the two violations of the order of protection put into place not even a month ago,” Judge Edwards said, “It’s really a no brainer here on dissolving this marriage. Mr. Andrews, you can relay to your client that even though it wasn’t requested, I am ordering that all assets be split equally between parties. I cannot in good conscience allow this young woman who has already been through the wringer, to walk away with nothing, especially when there is a child involved. I’m assuming young lady, and correct me if I am wrong, but I believe I saw an added note for a request for name change in this paperwork, so is ok if I address you as Ms. Seresin?”

“Yes, You Honor.” You said, standing up next to Lauren when she held her hand out to you and smiled.

“Ms. Seresin.” He continued, “I am happy to push that name change through for you as well here today, I’m sure you remember how much work is involved in changing your name, but I don’t blame you one bit. As for the custody and parental rights of the your child. I would love to settle that for you today, but that is not within my power to do so. I will be referring you to a family court and will personally put a rush on that, there are a few judges over there that owe me favors. Mr. Owens, you would be wise to advise your client it would be in his best interests to think about coming to an agreement ahead of the next court date. Is there anything else I can do for you today, Ms. Seresin?”

“No, Sir.” You replied, your voice shaking with emotion. “Thank you so much for everything you’ve already done, Your Honor.”

“You’re very welcome.” He replied, “You are a free woman, Ms. Seresin. Ms. Kennedy, file this at the clerk’s desk on your way out, they’ll get it expedited for you.”

“Thank you, Your Honor.” She replied. She turned towards you and motioned for you all to head towards the exit.

Once you were out of the courtroom you collapsed into Bradley’s arms, overcome with the mixed emotions. You were elated to finally be freed from Trent, but devastated that you hadne’t yet freed your little girl. Bradley held you tightly to him, supporting you against him, letting you breathe and reign in the tears.

“It’s all Ok, Sweetheart.” he whispered, “Let it out. I’ve got you.”

“We’re halfway there, Tulip.” Jake said, rubbing your back, “We had to get you out in order to get Princess G out, Ok?”

“They’re right, Sweetie.” Lauren said gently, “This is good. Judge Edwards was our best case scenario today. I’ve known him for years. He was actually the judge that got me out of my marriage. I knew we had this in the bag when I saw the docket. His friends in the family court will be the same way. It’s no longer a matter of ‘If”, Y/N. It’s now just ‘when’.”

“So what happens now?” You asked, finding your voice.

“Now…” She said, smiling, “I go get copies of these papers, and then I file them with the clerk. These papers mean you, Y/N, are no longer married to Trent. They mean your legal last name is once more Seresin… meaning a very long wait at the DMV and Social Security office… and they mean you get to 100% take back your life. I will get the custody and parental rights forms refiled with Judge Edwards signatures so they’re rushed. I’ll call you when I hear anything, ok?”

“Thank you.” You choked out past the trears once more clogging your throat, “Thank you so much for everything.”

“You’re so welcome, Sweetie.” She replied, hugging you. “Let’s get your copies so you can go celebrate with your family.”

Once outside of the courthouse, you stopped and took a deep breath, tipping your head back to let the sun wash over your face, the warmth of it washing away all of the worries, the anxiety, the unhappiness. You were finally free of Trent. You were Y/N Seresin again.

“I’d say this calls for a celebration.” Mav said. “Since we’ve got the day off, let’s head to the beach. I’ll get pizzas and coolers of drinks and everyone can let off some steam.”

“Sounds good to me!” Fanboy agreed.

“I’m in!” Bob said.

“Dogfight Football!” Coyote cheered.

“What do you think, Tulip?” Jake asked, “Beach day with the fam? Gracie can nap there under the umbrella when she’s sleepy.”

“I think it sounds perfect.” You agreed, smiling at them all. Jake and Phoenix walked ahead with the others, everyone discussing plans for the impromptu beach day.

“You Ok, Sweetheart?” Bradley asked, slipping his hand into yours, entwining your fingers together as you slowly started to walk to the truck.

You paused walking, pulling Bradley to a stop with you. He looked down at you with a look of concern until he saw you smiling up at him.

“I’m not married.” You said, letting go of his hand so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

“No you’re not.” He agreed, smiling down at you, his own arms wrapping around your waist.

“I’m 100% free to date and give my heart to whomever I want.” You said, your smile growning.

“You are.” He agreed, his own smile growing with your words.

“I was waiting for this moment.” You said, taking a deep breath, your eyes getting lost in his own, “I love you Bradley Bradshaw, so, so much. I have since the first night you stayed over… maybe even before that… and it scared me at first but only because I thought I was stuck and you deserved someone who could love you freely without all of the baggage… but I AM free… so you’re stuck with me now, no returns and all that…”

He stopped your babbling, leaning down and capturing your lips with his own, pouring all of the love he’s felt but hasn’t said out loud into the kiss. His tongue licked over your lips seeking entrance, which you granted, your own tongue dancing over his, as the kiss deepened.

“I love you too, Y/N Seresin.” He rasped, when the need for oxygen drew the two of you apart. “I love you so damn much. No returns. No givebacks. It’s for keeps.”

“Let’s go get our girl and go to the beach.” You said, stealing another kiss. “It’s time to celebrate our fresh start.”

“Let’s get our girl.” He agreed.

A/N: I am SO sorry for the wait on that one! I promise there is more to come! There are TWO more planned chapters this story, so stay tuned!!! What are your thoughts on this one???

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I posted 1,929 times in 2022

That's 219 more posts than 2021!

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Riddle Explain to Mc his dorm rules: And rule 34 is-

Mc: *start laugh*

Riddle: Mc what fun is in Rule 34?

Mc: Oh Riddle you could never understand that without context. And I'm not going to give you context. The work of a health education teacher does not belong to me.

Riddle: Mc rule 45 forbids keeping ä secret from me. I demand you reveal the secrets of rule 34.

Mc: *hysterical laughter on the floor* I'm going to take that sentence out of context

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Mc: *Sits on the grass and pat's Malleus' head*

Malleus: *Lie on Mc's lap and purr*

Leona: MC! What are you doing? Why are you petting that lizard when you haven't petted me in weeks?

Mc: But Leona that Lizard purrrrrrrr's. You don't purr.

Leona: Mc don't be stupid lizards don't purr.

Malleus: *smiley and purr louder*

Leona: What the-

Malleus: Ever heard of magic? It's really useful sometimes. *Purr harder*

Mc: So you don't purr naturally... I feel like I have been tricked.

Leona: Wait so you think that purring dragon was normall?

Mc: Yeah. That's the first dragon I've ever met.

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*At the dorm leaders' meeting*

Vil: So Mc what were you thinking of doing this weekend?

Mc: Smash

*everyone stares at Mc*

Leona: *instant waking up*

Azul: *blushes* Oh with who

Mc: With my friend.

Riddle: *is Red* You what-

Mc: Smash with friends

Vil: *almost choking on tea*

Azul: *almost choke's too*

Malleus: *whisper to Kalim* Kalim what is smash?

Kalim: I have no idea...

Leona: *laugh really hard*

Mc: What... Why are you acting strange? I just said that- Ooh. Pervert's. I meant I'm going to play Smash bros with a friend.

At this point, all the dorm leader's are relieved. Even Malleus and Kalim who don't realize what's going on.

If you're wondering where Idia is, he left as soon as the meeting officially ended

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A Twst request where female reader gets hugged by them and they can feel their chest without knowing they were a girl, with the dorm leaders + Rook, Floyd,Jade.

Rest of them are here...

Malleus is worried. Are you all right? Mc, you know that this is not normal. The dragon boy is innocent. Then it hits him. Mc is a female? Oooooh. Malleus is a little hurt when you didn't tell me earlier. His tail wags excitedly. This would be a good fake excuse to get him to marry you. Dragons are greedy and don't like sharing.

Leona just wanted a goodnight hug. Well, now because of that goodnight hug, he can't sleep. Leona thinks about two things 1) How did he not notice your gender? 2) Do you think he's an asshole? Leona would try his best to show respect to you. But at least he knows what others don't. This is going to be fun.

Riddle would be really red. He never would have expected this. Riddle is now even more sorry for attacking you during the overblot incident. He would try to stay matter-of-fact. But it's hard if you can't form sensible sentences. Definitely won't tell anyone.

Azul would have had a crush on you even before this information. It must be hard to be the only girl on campus? What if he helped you? Azul will be happy to make a contract with you. You just have to start dating him. Isn't it easy? Azul just tries to hide his shock.

Kalim wouldn't really get it. He is such an innocent boy. He doesn't even suspect that you could be a woman. Instead, he's scared. You must have a serious illness. He tells you to stay put so he can get Jalim. Jalim surely knows what's wrong. You need to explain the situation to him. Now Kalim is a bit red.

Vil would be shocked. How did he not recognize you female? Are you so unfeminine and take such poor care of your appearance? This won't work. No way. Guess who gets Vil's beauty care lectures for the rest of the day? That's right you will. Vil is surprisingly strong.

Idia.exe will never work again. He would already be shocked by the hug. But then he felt your breasts. Mc didn't you have an accident in alchemy class that changed your gender? Say it's the truth. Idia is shocked when you say it isn't. He needs time to recover.

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My #1 post of 2022

Mc: *pat Leona* Why you don't purr?

Leona: Mc lions don't purr... That's what cats do. Now be more quiet. I try to sleep

Mc: *looks disapointed* Oh...

Ruggie: *Walks nearby and notices that Mc looks sad* Oh hey mc what's wrong?

Mc: * points at Leona while stroking his head * That big cat doesn't know how to purr

Ruggie: Oh yeah lions don't purr... But hyenas do... Maybe you want to test it?

Leona: *instand waking up*

Leona wasan't happy

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Let Me In [3] ✾

Natasha Romanoff x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 6k.

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Summary: In search of something important that was left behind, Y/n meets someone ‘new’ in Natasha’s life.

Content: angsts and a tiny bit of fluff at the end.

A/N: I promised this chapter months ago, but I’m happy to have it out! Lost a little bit of motivation with writing due to my job, however I’m getting back into this story and had fun writing this chapter and starting the new one!

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The absolute dread Y/n felt when she was woken up by a crying five year old by her bedside was incomparable. She had never heard Kennedy cry like that before and a sense of dread set in. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust, but once they did her eyes frantically scanned over Kennedy to make sure she wasn't visibly injured. She felt a sense of relief when she didn't see any marks or blood on her, but the little girl was still crying like she was in pain. Her tears would not stop flowing, eyes red and puffy from her crying.

"I can't find him!" She wails.

"Him? Who is him?"

Y/n's main concern was getting Kennedy to quiet down before they got a noise complaint. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed to pull herself up. Kennedy reached up for her and Y/n bent over to grab her, groaning in the process. She is still not fully awake so she cannot comprehend exactly what was going on. All she knows is that she wants to get Kennedy to calm down before she makes herself sick from crying this hard. She presses her against her chest and strokes her back to comfort her. This was once so odd for her to do, something that was so motherly, but she got over herself years ago and allowed herself to be some sort of parent when Kennedy really needed her.

"Can you tell me what's wrong? Who can't you find?"

Y/n begins to rock back and forth. Her efforts slowly begin to work as Kennedy's crying comes to a halt and she only sniffles.

"Raffie," Kennedy responded weekly.

"What? What about him?"

"He's not here. He didn't come back with us last night."

Y/n was always concerned about Kennedy developing attachment issues after one day mommy was here and the next day she was gone. She had a set of favorite stuffed animals, but the dingy giraffe she got from a trip to the zoo was her number one. She had it with her at all times. Y/n figured it was normal for kids to grow strongly attached to toys and other inanimate things, but her biggest fear was that Kennedy would feel alone and abandoned. Y/n didn't really have anyone to talk about these kinds of things, but google told her it was normal for Kennedy to be obsessed with the giraffe.

By the time last night's dinner ended, the stuffed giraffe was the last thing on Y/n's mind. She wanted to leave Natasha's apartment and be in the comfort of the hotel bed. Kennedy had only been up for a few seconds between the car ride and walking to the hotel room, so that's probably why she didn't make a fuss last night, otherwise she definitely would have let it be known that her best friend in toy form was not with her. Y/n tried to think of when and where there would've been an opportunity to somehow leave Raffie behind. Kennedy always keeps it next to her so Y/n finds it hard to believe that she would willingly let it go. The only time she can think of is when she picked Kennedy up to lay her on Natasha's couch -- it must've got left on the dining room chair Kennedy was sitting in.

Y/n sighs in frustration at the entire situation. She's upset with herself for not remembering to grab it before they left, and she's still on edge because she thought something truly awful happened to Kennedy. There isn't any way around avoiding going back to Natasha's house at this point. Kennedy won't accept a replacement and she will start crying again if Y/n even hints about her having to just forget about her beloved giraffe.

After what was a pretty contentious dinner, Y/n didn't want to see Natasha again or go back to her place. Her feelings were still unresolved, but she figured they were just going to have to stay that way. She came to the conclusion that it would be easier for her feelings to dissolve rather than her receiving answers. She needs to get over it. But, how can she do that when the universe has just pulled her exactly to the person she wants to avoid forever now? If she was being honest with herself, she would've like all these weird coincidences and happenstances a year or two after their break-up (and even a few weeks before this trip she was entertaining the idea of it "coincidences"), but the dinner had turned things sour despite there being some okay moments from the night.

"Are you sure he's not just hiding somewhere? He might be hiding under a table or something."

"No! I looked for him and he's gone! I want him back Y/n!" Kennedy whines. It's moments like this where Y/n knows she isn't equipped to deal with a five year old all by herself. This would be easier if she didn't have to face this ordeal alone, but life does not care for ease when it's indifferent. She can't skirt on her responsibilities as Kennedy's legal guardian and her parental figure. She has to suck it up because that's what parents do for their kids.

"Okay. I will try to get him today, but I need you to stop crying. Everything will be okay and you will see him again."

"I don't wanna stop crying...I'm sad," she whines as she pokes her bottom lip out.

"I know you are, and it's okay to be sad, but Raffie wouldn't want you to cry. Besides, you will be able to see him later today!"

Kennedy didn't seem convinced, still wanting to wallow in her sadness, but she nodded her head regardless. Y/n was able to sigh in relief and breathe for just a moment before realizing what she had to do later today. Last night ended so awkwardly, she doesn't know if she'll be able to show her face around Natasha without feeling like a dog with their tail between their legs. She doesn't want Natasha to think that she's making up a lame excuse to come back and see her.

Y/n felt too cowardly to call Natasha even though she'd probably be able to reach her quicker that way. She's afraid that her voice will crack and that she'll come off as lying when asking to come over to get a stuffed animal. Instead she texts her and closes her phone immediately after sending it. Typing out that simple message felt like she was sending a risky text and she feared looking back at her phone again. It's not like Natasha would say no or tell her to fuck off but she feared this would look like her trying to crawl back to her. But what's worse is her fear of coming off as desperate. As much as she wanted to cross paths with Natasha again (whether she admits it or not), she wanted it to feel natural and not forced.

"I'll go and get it today, I promise, but right now we have to go or else we'll be late!"

The little girl begrudgingly got up and let Y/n get her ready for the day. Y/n kept reminding her that she will be able to see her new friends again and that she will have plenty of other toys to play with today. Kennedy would nod along but she still poked her bottom lip out and had that sad look on her face. Y/n felt awful for a simple mistake that she had to make it up to her.

Y/n didn't check her phone until she got to the car. Surprisingly Natasha responded back to her fairly quickly, about two minutes after Y/n sent her initial text. Y/n doesn't know too much about Natasha's job these days so she wonders if she's still slammed with responsibilities or if she's so high up that the workload melted away.

'No problem! Can you swing by my place around two? I'll take my lunch just to meet you.'

'That sounds fine. Sorry for the inconvenience.'

'Don't be sorry about anything Y/n.'

Every time they talked, Y/n felt like Natasha was pitying her. She doesn't know if her ex is trying too hard, or if Y/n herself is just jaded.

Natasha was seemed to be extremely careful with what she says to Y/n and how she says it. She could be missing the mark in interpreting her actions differently, but god is there a part of Y/n that hopes she isn't. She wants Natasha to feel like she has to walk on eggshells and be remorseful (although, the redhead didn't hurt Y/n physically -- and looking at the big picture she did turn out "fine" -- there is no divorcing her relationships with other people from how Natasha had broken up with her). But, are these little moments of gratification worth it when she came back to the hotel last night and went to bed feeling torn up inside? She is uncomfortable; feeling constantly agitated by Natasha feeling sorry for her. Guilt she resulted in apologizing, not pitying.

No one has ever taken off the kid gloves when dealing with her. People have worried over her all of her life, but it never felt like it came from a place of care. Natasha had been one of those people who used her bare hands to deal with her, but now she's like all the tepid adults from her younger years. This treatment has caused Y/n to psyche herself out almost every single time. She was so scared to take this trip, especially since Kennedy is so young, but she felt like she had to prove a point.

Riding through this city isn't easy. Traffic is awful during the weekdays and cars are constantly beeping at one another. Kennedy sat in the back without a single thing to say. She would never stop complaining about the "noisy cars", but she's silent. Y/n feels bad knowing that at that age she was just as impatient and when Kennedy said it would be "forever" until she'll see her stuffed animal, it will really feel like it's been forever for her. Her hope is that Kennedy will find joy in something at daycare. Y/n gives her forehead a kiss before leaving her to start her own day.

Despite the other distractions that came with this trip, Y/n feels reprieve when she's here to do the thing that brought her back to the city. If she ever doubts herself in other aspects of her life, she knows for a fact that she's good at what she does. Only a few days into this trip and she feels comfortable in the building and lab she's working in. She finds it a bit scary that she finds herself getting a bit settled into city life. Back home is not small, but it's not Chicago. This lifestyle never appealed to her, but there is a dissonance inside of her that deals with trying to resolve her past while also feeling like a brand new person when she walks through these halls.

"You're 30 minutes over, you can take your lunch now, Y/n," one of the resident lab techs tells her. Her eyes peer over to the clock and it's way past the time she was supposed to be at Natasha's apartment.

She tries not to make it look like she's rushing out of the building, but it's hard to hide her panic. She passes a few graduate students who look at her like she's crazy.

She's not worried about not having enough time for her lunch, she's worried about standing Natasha up.

Natasha can wait, but Y/n feels bad thinking about that. Her phone hasn't buzzed nor has the ringer gone off. She checks her notifications quickly and finds not a single missed call. Maybe the traffic has Natasha running late, or she's at her apartment patiently waiting for Y/n to show up.

Her heart races as her power walks through the parking lot and hops into her car. The university is not that far from Natasha's apartment, but there is traffic to factor in. Traffic that makes her arrive 15 minutes later, so nearly 45 minutes after their meeting time. Still, she hadn't received anything from Natasha which confuses her, but right now she focuses on getting to her apartment.

Everything almost felt the same as last night. She parked in a spot near the one from last night, she walked the same pathway, and walked to the same desk with the same man sitting behind it. He just looked at her, remembering her as the woman from last night who really didn't look like she belonged there. He scoffed at her before nodding his head towards the elevator. The elevator still had that same suffocating filling with its tacky green carpet; she almost felt like she was walking into a death trap. 'If only I had grabbed' she repeats to herself, but beating herself up over it is futile. Leaving Kennedy's stuffed animal behind is an honest mistake, something that will be easily fixed. Yet, somehow it made her feel like a desperate little girl crawling back to get one last glimmer at her ex-girlfriend.

The elevator dings to let her off on the floor and Y/n decides she's going to make this trip as short as possible. She has to build herself up with every step she takes towards Natasha's apartment door. In just these few, short seconds, she reminds herself a hundred times that it won't be like last night. She knocks on the door and waits a few seconds for someone to answer. There is no sound of shifting or any movement behind the door, so she knocks again. Another bout of silence and she worries that she's missed Natasha. She checks her phone again and still hasn't received any other texts or calls from the redhead. She almost panics until she finally hears something from behind the door.

The door flies open, a bit abrasively, and although Y/n prepared herself for this moment, she was not prepared for a blonde woman to be opening the door. The woman looked her up and down and had a bit of a snarl on her face as if Y/n was interrupting her precious time. And now Y/n can't help but wonder, is this Natasha's girlfriend?

"Who are you?" The blonde asks, her accent hard to ignore.

Y/n felt a suffocating lump form in her throat. Her vision turned a bit blurry and she wondered if it was because of tears forming in her eyes, but nothing fell from her eyes. She felt unexplainable — something close to jealousy, but she would never admit that.

"Who are you?" She tries to sound just as bold as the blonde staring her down. She's sure her voice shook without her even realizing it.

"No, no, you first."

Y/n folds rather quickly, timidly introducing herself, "I'm Y/n...I know Natasha. I'm here to grab something."

"Hmm," is all the blonde says, as if she doesn't believe Y/n or trust her. Y/n can't really blame her, but if Natasha had someone here at her apartment then she should've at least told Y/n that. "I'm Natasha's sister."

She had expected the woman before her to say that she was Natasha's girlfriend, but her announcing that she's Natasha's sister stunned Y/n. Her jealousy relaxes but she has not completely calmed down. Now she's so damn confused. Sister? Natasha has never mentioned any siblings let alone a sister. In fact Natasha didn't talk much about her upbringing when they were dating. Any time she mentioned her younger years, nothing she said insinuated that she had a sister.

"Oh...okay," Y/n looks stuck on stupid, but she's in a state of shock. "I'm Y/n. I'm here to just pick something up," she responds in a low voice.

"I know. She told me, it's some toy right?"

Y/n felt a little annoyed seeing that Natasha's "sister" knew she was coming and still decided to act so cold towards her. Her annoyance doesn't bubble to the surface and she replies shyly with a "yes."

"Well, come in and get it."

She steps to the side and gives her space to come in as if she had been welcoming to her all along. Despite her somewhat dropping the uptight, bitchy act, Y/n is nervous just being around her. It's not surprising that someone related to Natasha is this intimidating. She was probably acting like that on purpose.

Yelena didn't know who to expect when she opened the door but it certainly wasn't Y/n. Natasha didn't tell her much about her or who she is to Natasha, but Yelena is not stupid. She is almost sure that this the ex Natasha had briefly mentioned recently. Yelena is the last person to be concerned with her sister's dating life, but she's starting to feel like having a bit of fun. Y/n is probably not that much younger than her but something about her makes her seem like a timid teenager, which is ironic since she allegedly has a kid. Yelena doesn't know much, but she wants to.

Kennedy's giraffe sits on the couch alone and Yelena grabs it to hand it to Y/n. To her it looks completely tattered and useless

"Funny how things like that hold such sentimental value to small humans."

"Yeah," Y/n's voice is thin, overcome by the awkwardness of this entire situation. "Well thank you, but I should get going."

"You don't have to leave so soon you know. Natasha might be coming back at any moment," Yelena was under the impression that this whole "leaving" the stuffed animal behind was just an excuse to be able to come back. Now Yelena isn't so sure about that when she sees the look on Y/n's face change at the mere mention of her sister. She doesn't seem thrilled by the idea of seeing her again which makes Yelena curious, "you don't want to see her? I thought you were an old friend?"

"I'm not too sure," she's not too sure about what? Y/n pauses before deciding which question to answer. "I'm not too sure if I should stay."

"Who are you to my sister?" She flat out asks. Y/n doesn't seem like the type that easily gives information out, it's going to take a bit of prying on Yelena's end. "She randomly started talking about you a few days ago and now you're popping up at her house. I can't help but be curious about who my sister has coming around."

There is something about Yelena that is much more intimidating than Natasha. She feels obligated to answer even though it's really none of her business. She's on edge because she's being questioned, and because Natasha never told Yelena about them. Natasha's friends from back then knew, but for some reason Natasha didn't tell her own sister.

"We kind of used to date."

"What does 'kind of' mean? You either dated or you didn't."

"We did date."

"When?"

"Years ago..."

"How old are you?"

"27."

"So years ago...you mean when you were 23...24?"

"It was when I was in college...so I was 19."

Beyond the line of questioning making her feel like she's being interrogated for a crime, Y/n felt embarrassed to answer her questions, especially the one about her age. Yelena has that same look of condescension in her eyes that Y/n has seen from Natasha before — maybe it's a family thing.

"You know, I don't know much about my sister's past. She keeps everything to herself — hell she didn't even tell me where she worked for the longest time. But she can be a bit sloppy with keeping things a secret, yet she hasn't mentioned your relation to her at all." The relationship between Natasha and Yelena is complicated, more than complicated. She didn't expect to be all buddy-buddy with her sister after all these years. However, at the same time it makes no sense to be so secretive when there is no threat. Yelena can imagine that there are probably things about Natasha that Y/n knows and she doesn't. The possibility of finding out more leaves her excited, and quite frankly, nosy. "But, what I do know about my sister is that you don't seem to be her type.

"What do you mean?"

While still being private, there had been instances where Natasha had slipped up and mentioned a few women here and there. It wasn't in relation to work so Yelena assumed they were romantic partners in some way. She's also witnessed women approaching her sister whenever they go to Bucky's bar and how Natasha would flirt back with them. None of those happenings lead to an official relationship which didn't surprise Yelena; their parents fucked them up raising them so strictly, of course Natasha wouldn't be able to easily form healthy romantic bonds.

Yelena isn't dumb, she knows when two people are simply just fucking each other for personal satisfaction. Nothing about Y/n screams that she would enjoy being just a one night stand or someone's fuck buddy. She's 27 yet looks a bit younger and seems very shy; that just doesn't seem like Natasha's type at all. The women Natasha liked to fool around with had extensive career history's and a name for themselves. Yelena doubts much would come up about Y/n if she tried to google her.

"Well for one you seem really young, and I don't mean age wise. Natasha has a particular taste, and she only has so much patience for someone. I can't imagine her having the patience to deal with a 19 year-old."

Yelena didn't mean it in an offensive way, but that's how Y/n took it. It's hard for her to retaliate because she assumes that Yelena probably knows more about Natasha than she does because they're siblings. A pout forms on her face that makes her look even more childish in the eyes of Yelena, and this need to prove herself (and her past relationship) rears its head.

"She was patient with me," Y/n responds defensively. She didn't want to defend Natasha per say, but whatever Yelena is thinking in her head is wrong in her eyes. Natasha hadn't told her a thing about their relationship if she didn't know who she was when she answered the door, so everything is just an assumption. "She was nice to me...she was good to me."

"Who broke up with who."

The silence coming from someone who randomly grew a spine confirmed what Yelena assumed.

"That's what I thought. Natasha likes being in control, which is why she's so good at her job but her personal life is the way it is. She's not the easiest person to understand. I'm her sister and I tried but she doesn't let anyone get inside of her head. I can't blame her for making that her coping mechanism." Yelena notices Y/n shifting uncomfortably on her feet, "you can sit if you want."

"I probably should go now."

"Aww, you're really going to leave me? I was just getting comfortable with you. I like talking to you -- you're not the best conversationalist, but you're better than Natasha's weird friends. You should stay, really. Just five more minutes, okay?"

She struggles to see the benefit in continuing to talk to Natasha's sister but she feels like she has no choice. Talking to her won't give her the answers to the impossible questions she has, but something tells her it's worth a shot to try to leave her having learned something. Plus it's human curiosity that makes her badly want to know what Natasha has said about her. She can risk being a little late heading back to work, god knows she isn't the only one who bends the rules a little bit.

"Natasha should've known she wouldn't have been able to make it today. She's a workaholic, she probably wouldn't leave work even if she was about to die. She's always been like that, hasn't she?"

"I guess so. She always would talk about work and seemed to be working a lot, but it was hard to tell since I was in school," Y/n answers truthfully.

"What college did you go to?"

"Brecker."

"Ah, the one south of here like an hour away, right?"

"Yea."

Y/n felt a bit uncomfortable, and her body language shows it. She knows herself better than to think the pressure wouldn't make her fold.

"And you have a daughter?"

"Well, she's technically not my daughter, but I am raising her."

"You must've been really special for Natasha if she let you bring a kid over. Her and Wanda go way back and yet she still gets all stiff around her kids. Did you ever meet Wanda? I shouldn't assume you know all of her friends."

"I met her once, at Natasha's birthday party years ago."

"She invited you to her birthday party? That's almost as rare as her actually doing something on her birthday."

Y/n is unsure what Yelena was trying to do. Was she just speaking truthfully, or is she trying to make her feel special? It has been beaten into her over and over that Natasha is not the relationship type, so that would mean their relationship was something "different"; but if it was so different, why did it end the way it did?

"I'm sure Natasha has someone around," Y/n finally speaks up. She couldn't listen to all the ways her relationship with Natasha was out of the norm for the redhead without it getting to her. "Wouldn't she get bored of working so much and so hard?"

"I thought the same thing but apparently she hasn't tired herself out yet. Natasha would never make it obvious though. I don't think she talks to many people these days besides me, and occasionally Bucky and Wanda. She's definitely not screwing anyone if that's what you're worried about."

"I-I'm not worried about that...I don't like Natasha like that anymore."

"I wouldn't be so fond of someone who dumped me either. She was the one that did the dumping, right? I only assume so because I don't think Natasha would ever put herself in a situation to be dumped."

"I don't hate Natasha. It was upsetting when it happened, but it's been years -- I've moved on," Y/n's voice shakes again, not because she's nervous but because she knows she's lying to both Yelena and herself. It feels alien to be playing defense for her ex because it's a proxy to defend herself. "She was nice to me and great while we were together. I don't...I don't think it was meant to last but that doesn't mean it wasn't good."

"You know, Y/n, every time you talk about the relationship, you don't sound so sure of what you're saying. If it wasn't good, you can just say that. I'm not going to go back to Natasha and snitch on you."

"You can't just make that assumption of people," Y/n says bitterly, "you yourself said you don't understand much about your own sister, so what makes you think you can understand a relationship that ended years ago?"

"Because you're not good at masking how you truly feel. You're not like Natasha."

"I'm nothing like Natasha, I don't want to be like her," Y/n clutched onto the stuffed giraffe as if she was the same age as Kennedy. She felt herself becoming so angry to where she couldn't control her words. "Of course you're Natasha's sister, you're a huge fucking bitch."

She's out of there in seconds, not waiting for any snarky response from Yelena and not giving a damn about slamming the front door to Natasha's apartment shut. She was angry at both Yelena and Natasha, but she was also embarrassed. She had cracked under pressure and snapped which is out of character for her. She felt an ounce of regret for calling Yelena a bitch, but she can't take it back.

Y/n is uncertain if this will get back to Natasha and if this will lead to them falling out. She can't imagine that Natasha and Yelena are on the best of terms, but after last night's dinner and what happened today, she and Natasha aren't really any better. She feels so stupid for not being able to control her emotions at her age, but at the same time it felt so liberating.

The day after the breakup was the most bitter day for Y/n, and Y/n alone.

The end of the semester was near, people had their plans for break, and everyone was filled with joy for the looming summer. The shared happiness left Y/n feeling jaded. She didn't share the news to her two friends in fear that they would insist on talking about it when all she wanted to do was pretend that it didn't happen. It was embarrassing that she wasn't even worthy enough to be dumped in person. So she kept quiet about what had happened the night before. In turn, her friends carried on like everything was just fine, and she felt like they (and everyone else) were smearing their happiness in her face.

Things didn't get much better when she went home for that hot summer. She was back at home with her parents and any self of sense that she had gained while away from home had been utterly crushed. She was too caught in her inner-whirlwind to give a damn about her parent's constant bickering and the signs of infidelity coming from both of them. She was so bogged down in her own thoughts of despair that she willingly accepted a volunteer position at the church she attended as a child. The broken AC-unit made it feel hotter than hell and the memories of her youth wouldn't leave her alone; but they drowned out the hurt if only a little bit.

But, the moment she became good at tuning out those rowdy kids, her mind drifted to that place of hurt. Not even as a kid did she have such an active imagination like she did that summer. Every moment she closed her eyes, even for a small second, she imagined that night. But, it was always a re-imagination of it going a completely different way; it somehow worked out in her favor. The one thing she never did was imagine that Natasha didn't break up with her. Them actually no longer being together was hard to fathom, but somehow she accepted that more than the way it happened. What she wanted was for herself to not have sounded so helpless on the phone. She had felt like thousands eyes were on her despite being alone in the student lounge. She wondered if her desperation had traveled and everyone down the halls could hear it. It ate her up inside wondering so much. The only thing she knew would make her alleviate even some of the pain was "sorry."

"I'm sorry...I'm really, really sorry."

Y/n looks up at her ex-girlfriend standing in front of her and she feels like a young college girl again. The first drops of rain are beginning to fall, but they're safely situated under the structure of her hotel's building. She gave Natasha the name of it, but she didn't expect her to come and beg for her forgiveness. Y/n leaned against the building, looking down at her worn shoes instead of Natasha. Kennedy is upstairs in the hotel alone, fast asleep with Raffie tucked safely under her arms. Y/n felt like an awful "parent" for leaving her alone for just a second. The text from Natasha asking her to come downstairs was compelling enough to sneak away for a moment. Natasha sounded so apologetic about what happened earlier with her sister that Y/n couldn't miss the opportunity to see her in person. When she does bring her eyes up to her ex-girlfriend's face, she feels a little bit of satisfaction to see the lines of age and stress.

But, why does Natasha show more remorse for her sister saying a few shitty things that pale in comparison to what she did.

Y/n says nothing as Natasha tries to explain why her sister is "like that" and make up for what she had done. If Y/n is being honest being honest, she isn't sure what to make of her ex- girlfriend's behavior.

"Natasha," her interjection was too quiet to overtake Natasha's ranting voice. She has never seen Natasha look so...clumsy. "Natasha," she calls her name again and it finally stops her ex from going off about her unruly sister, so Y/n continues, "it's okay."

Her response is simple, and it's almost shocking to Natasha. She was expecting Y/n to be pissed because that's how she would feel. Yelena had no right to pry into her life like that.

"I'm sorry," she says again but this time it isn't followed by a long-winded explanation about Yelena's behavior.

"Since when did you have a sister?" Y/n asks in a joking tone. She felt so awkward just leaning there against the wall while others walked by, so she had to do something to lighten the mood.

"It's a long story," Natasha says with a sigh."

"Kind of like the one about Kennedy and I?"

"Pretty much."

The mood had calmed down but not the rain. "You know you're going to get caught in a storm," she changes the subject. She isn't sure why Natasha is still here and not trying to make it home before the weather and traffic get worse.

"I know -- I've been caught in worse."

Y/n almost wanted to roll her eyes and laugh. She feels like she's seeing a different side of Natasha; one that is a bit pathetic.

"It's not a big deal Natasha. Your sister is just nosy, which I guess I understand especially since I'm essentially a stranger just showing up to your place. But I don't ever want to see her again," Y/n says bluntly. Natasha shouldn't have expected anything else, but for some reason she's stunned by Y/n she just said.

"O-Okay." It's not like she ever planned to have Yelena and Y/n in the same room again, but Y/n's declaration implies something she's not too sure what to make of. "You won't see her again," she continues.

"Good."

Y/n nods her head and Natasha copies her action.

The two of them have no business staying out here as long as they are, taking up each other's time. Last night was different because Natasha invited her over as the polite and kind thing to do. This "apology" could've been done over the phone, Y/n believes, but Natasha thought otherwise. People scurry into the hotel as the rain pours harder and the two idiots who still dare to stand outside just stare at each other. Y/n's inner battle of wanting to be angry versus wanting to be the "bigger person" has her frozen right now. Natasha is almost deathly afraid of what Y/n might say or do next and that has her stuck in the same spot too.

Y/n can only blame herself for leaning forward and getting close enough to Natasha where their lips are almost touching each other. She was going to do something stupid, but she has made stupid decisions along the way in her journey into adulthood. She realizes that she can't hate Natasha. No matter what happens, she cannot bring herself to hate Natasha. She was angry for years over what happened, but she never hated her.

"You should go," she says suddenly, before she can do something "stupid", and Natasha follows her words like an order.

All Y/n gets is a "see you around" and a small wave. She wanted more than that, but can't blame anyone other than herself.

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