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imtheindiekid · 10 months

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Supermarket aisle.

Prompt: Reader goes to the supermarket for the monthly groceries, and while running errands she encounters familiar yet unfriendly faces at one of the aisles. Great thing her mommy Gwen is there to scare them.

Ship: Gwendoline Christie x fem!reader.

Warnings: mid foul language, Gwen's big d1ck energy (yassss), reader is not a minor! Fluff FLUFF in the middle of chaos, reader obsessed af with mother Swift (Taylor's version lmao), reader being the lil shit she knows she is and making mommy proud; just reader and Gwen being goals relationship for almost two thousand words.

A/N: I'm back (? 🙉

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The supermarket wasn’t full. And thanks, the universe for that.

Doing groceries every few weeks it seemed like a complicated affair, in the words of Y/N, who seemed to completely want to avoid people in general when stepping outside. Yet, she loved going through the market aisles and double checking nothing was missing from the list she wrote patiently on the morning – so even on a Monday afternoon, dutifully Y/N went to buy the monthly groceries at the local supermarket.

Although the music at the building was nice and low, she did not like to run errands without her chunky black headphones and a Spotify playlist; lately she had gotten into hearing Taylor Swift, so reputation blasted through the speakers while she concentrated in her task. It also made a statement to other folks: do not talk to me, because I will not pay you attention on purpose. Benefits of being an introvert, she guessed, while inside her little bubble, nobody could annoy her.

Well, until now.

In retrospective, Y/N should’ve have surmised that not even England was big and far enough to build a bridge between her and the old life she had. That and the fact that Catherine Dean is still rich enough to places like this for vacation or whatever. And what’s worse, her whole bunch of plastic rich barbies were with her.

Some years ago, Y/N would’ve been gone the moment she encountered them, not wanting to deal with their mean taunting and overused insults in the form of harmless chat. Now, it’s pretty much the same, but at least she had the decency of flipping them off and tell them to eat shit – a little violent, but enough to having those plastics leaving her alone.

“Well, look who we bumped into. Dear dummy Y/N.” Said Catherine, with a smile full of amusement. The mentioned only stared at her and the others, Taylor’s voice filling her ears with her high notes. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“Did you say something? I can’t hear you over the sound of Mother Swift.” She didn’t really have the energy to nor wanted to remove her headphones, in any moment delicate could start playing and God knew Y/N loved way too much that song.

Catherine now changed her smile into a scowl, it was not the result she expected ever since she saw Y/N at the supermarket. Which bring the question about miss Dean: why on earth she was doing in a supermarket, when she could be anywhere but there?

The curiosity stirred inside, wondering by herself if there was once a time where Catherine Dean went into a store like the market. Apparently, the smaller woman fell into a deep trance figuring things out when another two people appeared into the aisle and snapped her out of her wondering.

Both were blonde, but one more pale than the other and taller; Y/N knew both of those people very well, one from a long time ago while the other was more recently. It was indeed strange to look at them side by side, and that made her smile softly – many things have changed, but not her taste in people. The taller one, a pale blonde woman made hastily her way to her while she carried a single biscuits box which were drop into the shopping cart; then, she smiled and kissed the messy mane that was Y/Ns’ short hair.

The other blond, this time a man looked utterly confused and kept glancing between the two parties, then proceeded to speak.

“Um hello everyone, what’s going on Cat?” A voice Y/N thought she would never hear again asked. Once she marveled at the tone and rhythm of it, but nothing compared to her lover’s silky voice.

“Just having a chat with your dear Y/N, that’s all Alex.”

Oh, so that was it, Alex Heughan is the new dumb boyfriend of Catherine Dean. It explained so many things; Y/N giggled, making everyone in the aisle to look at her. A slender hand went up to her neck and then one of the headphones sides, which carefully pulled them down and made Taylor Swift fade away for the moment.

Distracted by it, the small woman lifted her head up to look at her lover, whom she had a soft smile and a glint on her sapphire eyes. Gwen then combed very delicately her little one’s hair, tucking loose strands of hair out of her face; a pinkish flush appeared in Y/N's cheeks, but that did not stop her from clinging to the other woman’s touch.

“Why are you giggling kitten?” asked calmly the blonde, now petting her beloved in her chin, rubbing smoothly her fingertips along the skin.

“Dummy Alex is now Catherine’s dummy boyfriend, mommy.”

“MOMMY?” a series of voices exclaimed at the same time, all of them a mix of horror and amazement. Now Y/N could totally feel the stares of the plastics, her ex and other costumers who passed along them doing their business. All because the way she addressed the older woman.

Guess the cat is out of the bag then, Y/N Bennet is someone’s baby and it’s to a very tall and gorgeous woman. Three wonderful years and counting with her dear mommy Gwen, the one who loved her fiercely and showed her how much money she could spend just for the sake of making her happy. It was so fucking great.

She took with her smaller hands the one that was petting her so lovely, holding it and placing a small kiss in the middle of the palm; and after making her mommy melt with love, she then finally turned to the others. Y/N smiled smugly in many years, pride rising in her body at seeing the faces she once hated with her guts so much, full of utter shock – it was no secret that Bennet loved both men and women, people as she calls it, because she rathers love and care for someone's heart no matter who it is.

Well, she thinks that is debatable when it comes to certain people.

“Cat got your tongue, Cat dear?” asked with false innocence; her mommy chuckled behind her. “I don't think I've introduced you properly. Plastics, dumb toy, this is my mommy. Mommy, these are the little shits who made my life hell back in America.”

She then smiled as she were buying a pair of Jimmy Choos or a seasonal dress from Miu Miu, and oh, how she loved smiling just like that. Getting everything her heart desired. Mommy knew the game she was playing, and always liked the way her little dove became a ferocious beast – so, without asking questions, mommy Gwen followed her. Y/N was pulled by her hips into the lean and strong body of her mommy, who kept her secure in her embrace.

“I can't say I am pleased” mommy stated, voice full of disgust. “nor expected the fuckers who pissed off my little dove.”

Alex then stepped in, perplexed by the whole situation. “I'm sorry miss, I believe there is a misunderstand. I never hurt Y/N in any way, I swear it! Must be Catherine and the others you are talking about.”

“Yes, I do know very well your history with Y/N. Ex boyfriend, always right to her and all that stuff. Yet you are on their side.” Gwen glanced at the rest. “Not very sure where your loyalties lie, mister.”

“Not with them.”

“Dumb toyyyyyyy. Look, mommy? He can't see past his own dubmness.” Responded Y/N, midly desinterested. This was getting boring, groceries were almost done and she really wanted to go back their penthouse to get some snuggles.

“Shut up dumb whore, you can't even afford a decent life and you have to fuck someone to get money.” The irritating voice of Catherine Dean said, and God help her, she seems to meet the wrong end of mommy.

It's not that common for Y/N to see mommy being angry, let alone furious; yes, she has seen her annoyed or frustrated, but never full of ire that she might scalp with her bare hands someone, in this case Catherine Dean. But oh well, the idiot got herself in trouble, and Y/N won't be stopping her beloved to ripping the ugly one appart.

Her bets were with mommy. Always with mommy.

“Then you must be talking from experiencie.” Gwen answered, barely contaning her spite and anger while never letting go of her baby. “Although my sweet can afford a very comfortable life by herself, it is me who keeps her within luxury and thousands of hundreds worth lifestyle. And why? Because she is my princess and she deserves everything.”

A smile tugged Y/N's lips as she heard the rumbling of her mommy's voice through her small frame; how she loves her. Her and the big heart full of love only for her.

“Mommy.” The soft tone made the taller woman return her gaze to Y/N, who looked at her with such big adorating eyes. Gwen couldn't help but kiss her nose and stroking her short hair, calming the anger that still boiled inside her body.

“Yes my love?”

“I want to go home, dumb people tires me.” Y/N casted a smirkful smile and look at the group of former classmates, who responded with mixed reactions and not a single word.

Gwen laughed silently and pressed another kiss to her baby's nose, gently tucking her into one of her own arms, while pushing the cart around and far from the aisle. Neither of them looked back nor wanted to, right now, Y/N and her mommy were the only thing that mattered at the moment. And her shopping cart full of groceries.

At the self-checkout, as they were putting out their items, Y/N turned to her mommy and asked.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, my darling?”

“How did you know I was there, in that place?"

The blonde laughed and held both of her hands out for her princess, who she eagerly welcomed them by placing them in her waist and get pulled against her mommy's chest. Gwen observed for a moment the face she fell in love with, tracing in her mind all of her curves and lines of it; her dear baby was absolutely perfect.

“Well, everytime we go grocery shopping, you always spend too much time looking for the fluffiest loaf bread you can find. And all because you love when the bread of your sandwich is soft as a cloud.”

Y/N giggled, nodding at the fact that she liked fluffiness and soft things.

“I know where to find you, sweetling, because I know which supermarket aisle is your favorite.”

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The end.

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mercette · 8 months

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mommy dean monday!!!

#thinking thoughts...

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according2thelore · 22 days

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can i mention ls/es verse on this mommy monday? bc the old versions seem like such a fucked up fountain of that ☺️

YES YOU MAY MENTION THAT, AND YOU SHOULD!!

putting a cut for brief nsft and a dash of mommy monday

it's hard to say which dean truly out-mommies.

on one hand, LS!Dean is so domesticated, and "is nesting" so like. obviously. yes.

he makes sam sandwiches and wraps him in little towels and lovingly tends to sammy's injuries while saying how proud he is of his little boy and how important he is.

he tells sam no with a strong voice, and sam really only follows through with a lot of it if he has dean's permission, lmao. like for the trials, S!1-2 sam would absolutely attempt do them behind dean's back anyways, but they actually have a conversation about it in S!8 (as stilted as it is) and he gets his mommy's permission! so nice!

but on the other hand ES!Dean is A MOMMY! he's overprotective and controlling and tries so desperately to get sammy's approval. sammy is his preteen and has decided that dean's not cool anymore, so dean is frantically trying to bring up things they did when he was younger like "oh haha don't u remember that time that we fought that werewolf in jackson? good times 🥺 </3"

he cradles sam's face in his hands and places thumbs at the back of his neck so sammy can't break eye contact, because he can tell from just one look if he's going to be okay.

he brushes off sammy's worse injuries like the classic "get up, shake it off" and jumps head-first off of a three-story bridge because sammy goes first.

ES!Sammy is dean's misbehaving thirteen-year-old that wears uneven black nail polish and combs his bangs over his eyes and talks about the "darkness in his soul" and dean is cooing over him and insisting that "my kid's not the problem. YOUR little brat on the other hand..." and rolls up to PTA meetings with chunky highlights and a purse filled with bricks.

but in the ES/LS verse, i think LS!Dean would probably ultimately out-mommy.

because like...c'mon.

LS!Sam and LS!Dean have settled so much into that dynamic, into the quiet dance of caring and being cared for, of power being already negotiated and traded. they're a lot more comfortable in the language of tending (even though they're definitely Still Weird), whereas ES!Sam&Dean tend to inject caring and caretaking with a power struggle that they're not used to yet. ES!Sam gets a little frustrated and resentful when ES!Dean's concern/attempts at mothering (to be frank) come off as patronizing. LS!Sam seems a lot more accepting that LS!Dean's attention can chafe, and while he sometimes still snaps, he also kind of basks in it. he loves when dean gets a little possessive or protective and loves it when dean becomes reassuring (thinking S!8 finale). they definitely negotiate that power more deftly than in ES, and so ultimately, i think they're more comfortable with the idea of "mommy."

but also, LS!Dean is putting his whole pussy into mommying. he's got TWO little baby brothers to look out for? mommy overload.

like...

LS!Dean is showing ES!Sam how to fix the engine on some random, shit-ass ford pinto in the bunker's garage, and when he gestures ES!Sam over with a quiet "c'mere baby, you see how the--" not even thinking about it, and ES!Sam goes absolutely perfectly fucking still because oh my god? holy shit?

and LS!Dean crowds in behind him, voice low in his ear, "you see how the rotor's not connected here? so what do we do when the fan's tilted like that?"

and sam shakily picks up one of the wrenches and makes some adjustment, and a hand slaps down low on sam's waist, turning the skin into live wires. sam jumps a little at the touch, not used to something so openly affectionate, to the sheer size and weight of the man behind him.

"good boy, sammy," LS!Dean murmurs, right into his hair, "you're payin' attention so well."

the words white-out sam's brain, fuzzing warm and hot and spilling over like a pot on a stove. and ES!Sam is suddenly, achingly hard, chest heaving, leaning back into LS!Dean's chest, almost blind with how bad he needs...something.

something is crawling up his throat and down his legs and he should feel patronized--he's not a fucking dog--but the praise goes straight to his cock and to the back of his neck, prickling the hairs there and his heart is hammering and his mouth opens and--

anyway. happy mommy dean monday!

-lizzy

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3 #mommy dean monday #spn meta #how did i get so loquacious about mommyhood on this here blog #life is beautiful

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deanwinchesterpregnant · 7 months

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happy mommy dean monday spike. thoughts for your consideration: dean showing up to stanford to get sam and he's pregnant with john's baby. like does he tells sam who the father is right away or does sam just know by instinct??? and how long before sam starts saying things like "so you're pregnant and he just left you, and he wont even pick up the phone... thats crazy... i would never do something like that 👀"

LISTEN IVE THOUGHT ABT THIS EXACT SCENARIO MANY TIMES, gr8 minds. I think in like omegaverse Sam KNOWS. Bc of scent. In a trans Dean situation then I think…he has to wheedle it out of Dean. Bc Dean wants to protect Sam, and that includes from “our dad is fucking me raw.” Lol

HE WOULD START SAYING THAT SHIT SO SOON THO TBH preg Dean would accelerate wincest timeline. The JEALOUSY🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼 Sam’s “it’s practically my baby” etc etc. AUGHHHHH

#spike’s box #yourandroidgirl #mommy Dean monday

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yourandroidgirl · 8 months

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HAPPY MOMMY DEAN MONDAY BENTLEY <3 please tell me your top three mommy dean moments in the series

ok off the top of my head we got:

3x08 dean stealing christmas presents for sam (and then lying that they were from john…….literal mom behavior)

dean throwing his arm out to stop sam when they’re crossing a street!!!!!!!!

6x02 dean deciding the baby is his responsibility and then going on a shopping spree for what is ostensibly just babysitting, but he stocks up like he’s going to raise that child 😭

#i can’t wait to answer this again once i finish my rewatch ty spike #inbox #deanwinchesterpregnant #mommy dean monday

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platonic-soulmates-gencest · 16 days

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I unearthed this fic from 2014 and it's literally Dean being a four year old mom and Sam refusing to let go of his brother. Please read.

Title: A Winchester's Lullaby

Rating: K+

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester

Word count: ~1300

Summary: Dean can't sleep because he misses his mommy. Daddy doesn't sleep at all anymore, and baby Sammy won't stop crying. Dean is four, Sam is six months old.

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#mommy dean monday #samdean #spn #mother dean winchester #the winchester brothers

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argylesweedstash · 3 years

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have a dean is sams mom drabble no one asked for

now on ao3 - what moms do

Sam Winchester is six years old when quietly explains to his teacher there isn’t a reason to do the Mother’s Day craft with his class - he doesn’t have a mom.

His teacher gets quiet for a moment. Does he have anyone that does the things mommies do. It only takes Sam a few seconds of thought before he says he does.

He’s still working on the card when his teacher gently lets the class know they need to start putting away their belongings, school will be over soon. Timidly, he asks his teacher if he could please borrow some supplies. This card has to be perfect.

The teacher asks to see it and Sam doesn’t understand why her eyes get shiny. She tells him that he can take whatever he wants and that the card is already very good. Her only condition is that Sam has to bring back the crayons and colored pencils he takes when they get back to school on Monday.

Sam promises and only takes a few pencils and a box of crayons. He carefully places his project into a folder and puts everything in his backpack. The bell rings and when he gets to the door to his classroom, Dean is already standing there, waiting to walk him home.

Sam spends most of the night trying to figure out when he’ll hide away to finish the card. Eventually, Dean slips away with a ten dollar bill he’d come by earlier in the evening to go get dinner. Dad won’t be back until Tuesday at the earliest.

He takes his backpack into the bathroom and locks the door behind him. He finishes the little note on the bottom just as he hears Dean come back into the room. It’s hard, but he successfully makes it out of the bathroom without Dean questioning why he’d taken his backpack in with him.

Dean hands him a bowl of soup. Sam remembers what his teacher had said about telling their moms they appreciated them. He could do that for Dean, since he does what moms do. “Thank you, Dean. I love you,” he says.

Dean blinks at him and blushes. “Yeah. Love you, too, Sammy. Eat up.” He looks down into his own bowl, the corners of his mouth turned up.

The next day, Sam asks Dean what he’d like to do tomorrow.

“What do you mean?” Dean asks.

Sam shrugs and looks away from Dean.

“I’ll think about what we’ll do tomorrow,” Dean says, trying to placate him. “What do you want to do today?”

Sam thinks for a minute. “Can we watch cartoons?”

Dean, of course, obliges.

At the end of the night, when Dean is tucking Sam into bed. Sam asks what Dean wants to do tomorrow.

Dean’s quiet. He’s standing next to Sam’s bed, his hand on Sam’s arm. “I dunno,” he says. Then. “Why is it so important, Sammy? We don’t need to plan anything. It’s just another day.”

Sam deflates a little, but keeps his face straight. “We just always do what I wanna do. We could do what you wanted to, too.”

Dean doesn’t say anything.

“What about breakfast in bed?” Sam says.

Dean smiles at that. “Yeah, you want cereal?”

Sam looks confused. “No. I’ll bring you breakfast in bed.”

“I-, Sammy. It’s more fun to be the person that gets breakfast. Let me do that for you.”

Sam shakes his head.

“Fine. You can bring me breakfast in bed.”

Sam grins and tells Dean goodnight.

Sam barely sleeps. He’s a little nervous. Dean might get mad when he realizes that tomorrow’s Mother’s Day and will tell Sam he’s not a girl. Sam’s teacher said the card didn’t have to be for a girl. His teacher had said it could be for a dad. Why couldn’t it be for Dean?

Sam waits until the clock says 8:00 am before he crawls out of bed. He walks the short distance to the kitchenette. He grabs a bowl, the Lucky Charms, and the milk. He takes his time pouring everything, making sure not to make a mess. He grabs his card from the folder, puts a spoon in the cereal, and carries everything to Dean’s sleeping form.

Dean starts to stir when Sam sets the bowl down on the nightstand next to him. Sam holds the card toward Dean.

“‘Mornin’, Sammy. What’s that?”

“It’s for you,” Sam says softly.

Dean reaches out and gently plucks it from his hands. There are two stick figures holding hands on the card. The taller one looks like Dean, the shorter one like Sam. It says “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY” in Sam’s messy scrawl and there’s a note on the bottom. “I know you’re not my mom. But you do what moms do. I love you, Dean. -Sammy.”

Sam is looking at the floor, afraid that Dean’s going to be upset. They’re both silent for a long moment.

“Sammy?”

Sam finally looks up. There are tears on Dean’s face and that scares him. “Dean?”

“Thank you.”

Dean sets the card carefully on the other side of the bed before pulling his little brother into a bone-crushing hug. Sam lets himself be hauled onto the bed as his older brother cries into his shoulder.

“I love you, Sammy.”

Dean Winchester is ten years old when he realizes there’s a name for the weight he feels. But for the first time it’s a little lighter.

#supernatural #spn drabble #Sam winchester #dean winchester #my fic #my writing

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Teacher!Dean Winchester: Crayons

Pairing: Teacher!Brother!Dean x Sister!Reader

Pov: Deans

Warnings: Cute Dean, fluff, lots of laughs, Dean making kids giggle, Dean being great with kids, Talk of Deans baby Y/n

Summary- Dean and his sister (Y/n) doing cute little projects with his pre-school/ kindergarten class.

Word Count: 3k

Main Masterlist:

Taglist: @akshi8278 @deanswaywardgirl

I’ve been working for the cute little mam and pop, day-care. This year will mark the second year I’ve been here.

I grow-up with loving parents, and a baby sister. When Y/n was born I felt the natural pull to protect her, and make she was safe at all times. My parents, let me take that brotherly role in her life. My baby sister Y/n was only a year younger than me, so we pretty much did everything together.

When we were in elementary school, I’d walk Y/n to her kindergarten class, and then I’d walk to my first-grade classroom. I honestly can’t believe I still remember that memory.

I walked up the hall and to my classroom door. I had only had these kiddos for about three weeks now, but there were making great progress. And since today was Friday I thought it be cool if I dressed up a little and we had an arts and crafts day.

I looked down at my watch, the digital numbers popping up it read “8:30″. ‘Great I had enough time to pull out all the supplies, and have a few more cups of coffee to keep up with the little munchkins.’

I set my half empty coffee cup on my desk in the front of the classroom, and open the shades letting the morning sun fall into the class room. I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the abundance of playlists on my Spotify account.

This was the only time, when the kids weren’t in my room was, I allowed to listen to my type of music. “Heck yeah, let’s rock baby.” I said as I clicked the most recent playlist.

I set my phone down on my desk and walked around the room. I had a fairly small class this year. I had 2 baby girls that were only about ten months old, but the rest of my class was 2 years, which had the attention span of a Nat, and had the most energy I had ever seen.

Ya, see I love working with this age group. The babies which have to come to day care are the most adorable little girls I had ever seen. Little toes and babbles coming from them as I would change them into their afternoon outfit, or we sit down and eat.

My other kiddos were just having equally adorable. They’d raise their hands for everything, they also asked the oddest of question, but I think what I love most about being with these kiddos every day is that they make me so much happier.

I generally wake up in an over-all happy mood, but the minute my kiddos step into my room. I can feel the joy raise through me, starting at my toes and ending at head. And just like any day, I’m always the first to make it to the daycare. The second person to make their way into the building was my co-teacher. My co-teacher just so happens to be Y/n. She had a thing for being late, but I didn’t mind.

Y/n walked into the classroom, setting her belongings on the rounded desk in the back of the classroom. When Y/n had told me, she had interned to be a part of the daycare I couldn’t help but feel so excited.

Y/n and I’s relationship was prefect damn near unbreakable. Something about having her by my side thirty years later had a great feeling. “Hey big bro!” She said as she looked up after setting her things down on her desk.

“Hey sis, you get enough sleep last night?” I asked knowing she probably didn’t, not with the way those two-year-old ran her ragged yesterday. Y/n and I had a system to how we took care of our class. I’d take Monday with the two-year-old, and then Tuesday I spent with the baby girls, Wednesday I was with the big kids again and then Thursday I was with the babies yet again Friday I’d take the big kids.

Then the cycle would change and Y/n would start with having the big kids Monday. I went over to the paper section, pulling out craft paper, crayons and markers for the kids to play with. “Today if you can’t tell by my amazing outfit, it’s craft day.” I said walking past Y/n desk in the back, as I kicked out the raveling carpet.

I set the paper down at my desk. The day care didn’t open until nine fifteen. “Sis, what may it be?” I said fancying my best London accent, doing things like this made me even happier, it got me in a mood to see my kiddos in the morning.

“Tee time may be nine ten brother.” Y/n said trying her fancy on the old London accent. I got up, quickly turning my playlist off and standing neither my door, other teachers were starting to the same. I waited, and the first child I saw was one of baby girls. Her name was Amber. Her mother said hello handed me her Amber’s bags and then said a short and quick bye-bye to her daughter. “Y/n, Come get amber and bring her to the back room.” I said Y/n came running taking Amber to the back room.

The back room was meant for any kiddos under the age of one year old. It was a quiet space for them, a space dedicated to just them. When I handed Amber off, I heard coo at the Y/n, “Awe, good morning sweetheart.” I heard Y/n say has she walked father away from me and closer to the back room.

The next kiddo was the other sweet baby girl. “Hey, Dean. I like the outfit today.” Said Poppies mother, and she handed me a sleeping poppy, and of course her bag for today. “And look you two match, how adorable.” Poppies mother said before kissing her baby's temple and then walking out the front door. The sun was starting to peak further above the horizon.

I figured since Y/n wasn’t back yet that she was probably putting amber things in the respectful place. I set Poppy down slowly and softly. “Well, the two baby girls are here, you need anything with these two and I’m right outside okay, sis.” I said as I saw Y/n come back from the little kitchenette we had in the back room.

AS Y/n got closer to me, she too noticed the matching outfits that me and Poppy were wearing. “You and poppy match today!” She spoke. Both poppy and I were wearing striped shirts, and dark blue overalls. The only different was that Poppy had a cute little bow in her short hair. “Okay, I’ve got to go out into the classroom and get ready for the other kiddos.” I said to Y/n before walking out of the back room.

When I made it to the door, Justin, Rachel, Cassie, and Paula were standing outside with their parents. ‘Good morning!” As each kid kissed their mothers' cheeks and ran over to me.

after all the parents had left, saying their goodbyes. We all went into the classroom. Like I said before my classroom room size was fairly small. Which I of course didn’t mind.

The kids put all their belongings on the little racks, and ran over. In the morning time we’d sit around in a circle and say one good thing that happened yesterday. I never picked on the kids, I just let the first kid that wanted to go, start us off.

Rachel was the first to start us off. “Yesterday, my mommy and I had ice cream for dessert.” She said her high and squeaky voice, making me smile. “Oh, that sounds awesome! Do you remember what flavor?” I asked sitting down like the kids were. “it was CHOCOLATE!” Rachel screamed the last part. “Oh, that does sounds yummy.” I spoke.

The next kiddo to go was Paula, she started off by saying “When i got home yesterday, I help my daddy make dinner. And we had mac and cheese.” She said rubbing her tummy as she looked back at that not do long ago memory.

Justin interrupted me before I could say anything “Mr. Dean? Where’s miss Y/n?” He spoke. playing with his shoe strings. “That a good question, but remember we have to raise out hand if we are going to ask a question.” I spoke. “I’m sorry.” Justin said.

“To answer Justin question, Miss Y/n is in the back room’ I said pointing towards the door in the back. ‘She’s taking care of the babies today, like I did yesterday.” I spoke.

“Really?” The four kids said in unison. I laughed a little. “Yes, Now Justin would you like to share your good thing?” I asked. “Of course, I want to share Mr. Dean. Yesterday, I helped my sissy with her make-up.” He said putting both his hands on his hips.

I again laughed, another reason why I love working with kids. They are always no matter what so eccentric. “Okay Cassie, what was one good thing that happened yesterday?” I asked. Cassie and I had a rocky start in the begging of class. She was an overly shy girl, and talked softly. But she grew comfortable with me. “Mr. Dean?” She asked getting up from where she had been sitting. “Can I whisper it to you?” She asked.

I just shook my head; she came closer and cupped her hands around my ear. “Yesterday, I told my mommy and daddy I couldn’t wait to come back to class.” She said in a very quiet whisper.

Awe I thought to myself, and said out loud. “I’m glad your excited to come to see me.” wrapping one of my arms around Cassie already small body and hugged her. “Okay kiddos, since today is the last day of the week. We’re are going to arts and crafts.” I spoke.

“Yay!” Justin said getting up and walking over to the little table. I looked over at Cassie, and smiled. she gave me a short smile and walked over to where Justin was. So, I got up and made sure that Rachel and Paula were walking with me. Once they were all sitting down at the table.

I grabbed the different colored papers, and the crayons and markers. Placing everything in the middle so they would be able to share. "Now kiddos, if you want anything else. I will be at my desks.” I spoke.

I sat down at my desk, trying to figure out anything else that I could do with the kiddos since today was Friday. ‘We could sit down and watch a movie; I could wait for them to do finished with their crafts, and then do another craft all together.’ I thought to myself.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard the back-room door open, “Um, Mr. Dean. I need your help!” Y/n said. The kids rose their heads, but went back to coloring when they noticed it was just Y/n. “Listen kiddos, I have to go help miss Y/n, so just continue doing your drawing.” I spoke. I heard a “Okay, Mr. Dean.”

I walked to the back-room, Y/n walked back through the door, not shutting it. “What’s up Y/n? ” I asked. “I just needed your help, getting them into their afternoon clothes. They both had accidents.” Y/n said walking over to grab Amber and Poppy’s bag.

“Alright then, let's get started.” I said taking Amber’s bag. When I came over to where Y/n and had laid them out on the soft blanket on the floor, Amber had her small hand wrapped around her small ankle chewing softing on her big toes. “Awe sweetie, not that icky.” I said taking her foot from her mouth. Amber’s mother had packed two different outfits, one being a short sleeve shirt that said “Daddy's girl!” in purple glitter with a black skirt. Her second outfit was a long sleeve that had a momma and baby elephant on it, with blue leggings.

I held up either one of the shirts, I know she’s only ten, but I bet her Amber’s mom is letting her choose some sort of her outfits. I held the shirts up and Amber did the thing that most kids her age do which is grabby hands. Amber wanted to wear the elephants, which meant she was pants.

So, I lightly lifted Amber's head to let me put her head in through the hole at the top of the shirt, then I had to grab her arms. Amber had this thing when you changed her cloths. All the sudden she’d become a wiggle worm. Finally, after a few minutes of trying to grab her arms, she let me. I gently put her hands and arms through the holes. Afterwards I put her leggings on and I sat her up in my lap.

“The kiddos out there asked where you were today?” I said catching Y/n attention. “Did they? Awe that’s cute” She said had she lifted Poppy into her lap. “I’ve got them drawing out there, since it’s Friday.” I said “I figured you go easy on since today is Friday. Yesterday I tried to teach them number one through twenty, but it didn’t work out as I planned.” Y/n said laughing a little when poppy babbled into her lap.

“I was thinking that we could let them watch a Disney movie and feed these girls, maybe go for nap time too.” I said lightly bouncing Amber in my lap, and she chewed on her binky. I saw Y/n face contort like it always did when she was thinking.

“I don’t see why not; what movie were you thinking?” Y/n asked. Without missing a beat “Frozen” I said, a little giggle erupted from my younger sister. “Okay, I guess we got a plan then.” She said putting Poppy on her hip, and walking towards the door, so I followed her. “Let’s go Amber!” I said putting her on my hip and walking out of the room.

When I walked out the kiddos were still coloring and drawing. “Alrighty kiddos let’s be done with coloring. Because we are going to watch a movie.” I said All heads turned and looked at me, in the moment you could hear a mouse scurrying across the floor for how quiet it was.

“What movie are we watching?” Rachel said after raising her hand. “Rachel we are watching Frozen!” I said as I put Amber in the high chair. All that could be heard for a few seconds was screams of happiness.

“Alrighty calm down, kids. I want you all to go sit on the carpet in the front of the classroom.” Y/n said as she buckled Poppy in her high chair. “I’ll get the movie started, and you get the babies food.” Y/n said. “Okay.”

I walked in to the back room and grabbed their food. Y/n had finished set-up the movie and it had already started playing the starting credits. She walked back over, and grabbed a fandom one from my hand, and we started to feed the babies.

The kiddos watch the movie in silence, at one point close to when Anna meets Kristoff. The babies were done eating so we took them out of the high chairs and set them down in our laps as we sat behind the kids. When Cassie noticed that we were now on the floor, she turned around, and crawled over to me.

Laying down and resting her head on my thigh. “Are you tired Cassie?” I asked, all I got in response was a hum. I smiled, and brushed her arm. I felt the change in her breathing. I looked over at Y/n. “Cassie is out and so is Amber. Should we call it?” I asked her. She looked down at Poppy. “Poppy is asleep, and I think so is Justin.” She said looking at the kids.

Y/n got up with poppy in her arms. She came over and grabbed a sleep Amber in my arms. And brought them into the backroom. I gently picked up Cassie, she didn’t weight much seeing as she was asleep. I moved her over to the sleep mat, and grabbed her a blanket, before walking over and noticing that the once awake Rachel and Paula were asleep, which made this whole process just so much more easier, Y/n walked out of the back-room and noticed the same thing as me.

Whispering Y/n said “Looks like they did the job for us.” Giggling she picked up Rachel, and brought her over next to Cassie. I picked up Justin, now he weighed more than Cassie, causing me to grunt a little when I picked him up. I heard Y/n giggle a little at me. “Stop laughing at me, he’s heavy then I thought.” I said setting him down. Y/n grabbed Paula and did the same thing with her.

“At least they are all asleep.’ She spoke. ‘I could use a lap.” She said leaning her head against my shoulder. I leaned my head against the top of hers. “How about we just take a little nap since it’s the last day before the weekend.” I spoke. She shook her head.

We waked over to the shades that I had pulled letting the morning sun in, and Y/n pulled them back, and then she slides down to the floor, and sat down next to her and she rested the head of my shoulder, “I’m glad I work with you De.” She said a yawn passing her lips.

“I’m glad you’re here to help, Y/n.” I said patting her knee. I kiss her forehead, something I had done since she was a baby girl. I kissed her forehead every night when it was time to go to bed. “I love you, big brother.” She said before she hugged me tightly. “I love you too baby sis.” Hugging her back.

Completed: 03/16/2021

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"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

♡♡♡

You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

♡♡♡

The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

♡♡♡

It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.

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