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historyhermann · 1 year

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Beauty, dress codes, and fashion: Examining twenty fictional White female librarians [Part 2]

Continued from part 1

Apart from the above-mentioned older librarians, there are some librarians who have a bit more style. This includes the unnamed librarian in a Steven Universe episode ("Buddy's Book"), one of the protagonists of I Lost My Body, an animated film set in France, Gabrielle, and Marion the Librarian in various episodes of Hanny Manny. The most casual of these is the Steven Universe librarian who is shown wearing what looks like a green cardigan and glasses, with a green undershirt of some kind shown in the comics. However, she may be more casual in the comics than in the animated series, as she could be wearing a collared shirt in the episode, as shown below:

Reprinted from my Pop Culture Library Review WordPress, where this post was published on Nov. 29, 2022.

Her style is in line with librarians who say [7] that they wear cardigans, black dress pants, oxford shirts, dressy shoes, casual pants, slacks, blouses, sweaters, button downs, leggings, tights, and skirts. I haven't seen any fictional librarians in dresses that I can recall, however nor in sundresses, jumpers, t-shirts, shirt and tie, khakis, with tattoos or with piercings. It is likely that the Buddwick Public Library in Beach City has a business-professional dress code that prohibits shorts, sneakers, t-shirts with writing, backless shoes, and blue jeans. We can't know for sure, because we never see the librarian, or any other librarians, outside of their work behind the information desk. [8]

Compare the unnamed librarian in Steven Universe to Gabrielle in I Lost My Body and Marion the Librarian in Hanny Manny. Both characters wear business casual more than casual, looking comfortable in their workplaces while they look professional. However, it is unlikely that either of them have "highly regularized" librarian dress, but rather that there are continuing struggles over what it means to "dress professionally" in their jobs. Even so neither are wearing t-shirts, jeans, gym shoes, jeans, or even open-toed shoes in line with varied dress codes, or anything similar to the variety of adorable outfits out there which are inspired by librarians. Instead, they have a practical, curated, and straightforward style, likely recognizing that what you wear has a "lot to do with identity" even if they aren't aware of the cultural stereotypes out there of librarians. [9]

There are other librarians who have style, even if in a more "traditional" way. This includes elderly librarians enforcing rules, like the librarian in Uncle Grandpa episode ("Back to the Library"), Miss Dickens in Carl Squared episode ("Carl's Techno-Jinx"), Ms. Hatchet in Kim Possible episode ("Overdue"), Mrs. Shusher in an episode of The Replacements (“Quiet Riot"), and the unnamed librarian in a few episodes of Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil. The same can be said for the stickler librarian in an episode of Rugrats, Ms. L in an episode of Dexter’s Laboratory (“Book ‘Em") and the briefly appearing librarian in an episode of Martin Mystery (“Return of the Dark Druid"). [10]

What they are wearing is reflect of what Brytani of The Intrepid Nerd pointed out: that often librarians are portrayed in fashion catalogs, Pinterest, and elsewhere with "vintage looks." This includes dresses or skirts, sweaters / cardigans / blazers, "smart" shoes, and glasses. She concluded that people give librarian's this look because there is "something nostalgic about reading books" and working somewhere that is full of them, or a more disturbing conclusion: that people dress librarians this way "because they think the career is outdated." Hopefully, the creators of Uncle Grandpa, Carl Squared, Kim Possible, The Replacements, Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil, Rugrats, Dexter’s Laboratory, and Martin Mystery don't think this way about librarians.

This dress doesn't take away from the fact that the librarian in Uncle Grandpa and the librarian in Rugrats are super kind [11] even though they are dressing conservatively. This is in contrast to the sadistic Ms. Hatchet in Kim Possible and the unnamed librarian in Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil or the strict shushing librarians Mrs. Shusher in The Replacements, Miss Dickens in Carl Squared, Ms. L in Dexter’s Laboratory, and a librarian in Martin Mystery.

What they all have in common is what they are wearing fulfills what eHow has called the "classic librarian costume," admitting it goes along with the librarian stereotype. [12] At the same time, how they dress may be about appearing professional and some of those libraries may even have formal dress codes.

Continued in part 3

Notes

[7] See Comments on "Dress Codes" discussion on /r/librarians in May 2014 and Comments on "Does your library have a dress code for librarians, aides, etc.?" discussion on /r/librarians in September 2014.

[8] Alexa Newman, "Workplace Dress Codes – Does Your Library Have One?," ALSC Blog, Dec. 28, 2017.

[9] Alex Dopico, "How should I dress for a library job?," Janetpanic.com, Dec. 19, 2019; Ruthann Robson, "Dress Code for Librarians," Dressing Constitutionally, Jun. 7, 2013; Lisa Knasiak, "Dress Codes at the Library," Public Libraries Online, Sept. 14, 2015; "The Ladies Of A Beautiful Mess Love Libraries...," Misfit Librarian's Style Catalog, Mar. 17, 2012; "Sister Style: Library Inspired," A Beautiful Mess, Mar. 8, 2012; "Dotty The Librarian From Little Chief Honeybee...," Misfit Librarian's Style Catalog, Sept. 6, 2011; Kaelab Beauregarde, "Dotty the Librarian," The Charming Life, Sept. 2011; "Library Date Dress From A Beautiful Mess...," Misfit Librarian's Style Catalog, Aug. 22, 2011; "The Library Date Dress: 3 Ways To Wear It," A Beautiful Mess, Aug. 22, 2011; Molly Wetta, "What makes a work wardrobe?," Librarian Style, Jun. 1, 2021.

[10] I can't get a photograph as of now, but Ms. Herrera in the same Archie's Weird Mysteries episode as Violet might be another character.

[11] These words are used by Angeline to describe her work outfit on her June 2011 post "The librarian 'do [outfit]" on her blog The New Professional.

[12] Rachel Sawaya, "Ideas for a Librarian Costume," eHow, accessed Mar. 15, 2022. They specifically outline options that follow the librarian stereotype, including, "a pencil skirt...for women...a pair of dark, formal slacks for men....a crisp, pale, high-necked blouse or collared shirt...[or] a dark vest with buttons..a tie or bowtie...for men. A plain silk scarf...for women. [or] a classic cardigan...stockings or pantyhose for women. [or] plain, dark leather shoes or ankle boots." They also say that "classic items" include spectacles with thin rims, a small pile of books, hollowing out an old book, and "literary-themed accessories."

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podado-t-art · 1 month

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Finally got around to making a little animation for my story "A buddy comedy at the end of the world!" Though I do feel like I'm cheating by not properly animating it lol, but I had fun anyway! 😁

Read it here!

#my art #a buddy comedy at the end of the world #webcomic #webtoon #animation #animatic #oc manny #oc will #oc alex #oc Ed #oc Uncle #suit life of zach and cody #zach and cody meme #how do you lose a woman?!

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fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds · 2 months

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Oh no Padraic, from the Bi-Queer Polycule-d family member you instantly deyassificated into the cringe uncle

This wholly started from this drawing

Also i must say the second panel came to my mind after that scene from Ice Age with Manny menacingly asking Sid to pooopy check the baby

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crazyk-imagine · 3 months

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Baby plus Comments meets Horny Boyfriend

Pairing: Luke Dunphy x Girlfriend!reader

Characters: Luke Dunphy, Girlfriend!reader, Manny Delgado, Gloria Delgado-Pritchett, Jay Pritchett, Claire Dunphy, Phil Dunphy, Haley Dunphy, Alex Dunphy, Mitchell Pritchett, Cameron Tucker, Joe Pritchett

Warnings: Fluff, boys being boys, Manny and Luke being idiots, reader being a sweetheart, characters being potentially ooc, Luke gets jealous easily, Luke is a horny little shit, Phil is still the same nonchalant dad and we love him, mentions of Phil trying to do his magic

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Alex exits the room, and their comments are idiotic per usual. You glance back at the two. "You're both idiots."

Manny nearly gasps, drawing his inner Gloria energy. "I'm offended you would put me in the same category as your boyfriend."

You nearly roll your eyes. "Did either of you notice Joe was in the car with us or outside the door messing with one of your plants?"

Manny and Luke turn to one another, the latter shrugs.

"No, right? That's why Alex was saying those things, not because she's sending mixed signals, it's because your little brother slash young uncle is adorable." You smile, holding your hand out for him. "Come on, baby Joe."

You turn back towards the two once you get the youngin in your arms. "Now, if you'll excuse me, someone needs to clean himself up before his mama comes up here and sees the dirt."

Your boyfriend pouts. "Why does he get your attention?"

You glance back at Luke, "get a baby and maybe you'll be cute."

He smirks, taking a step towards you. "Oh my- Luke no. I'm not going to have a baby with you."

You two turn and see everyone's attention on your conversation. "Oh, great."

"It's not like I made everyone look at us."

You narrow your eyes at him.

"Ay, what happened to Joe?" Gloria asks, seeing how dirty her son is.

"He decided to take a deep dive into one of the plants upstairs. So, I was going to see what I could clean up before determining if he needs a bath yet or not."

"That's so nice of you, thank you."

"Mr. Dunphy?"

"How many times have I told you to call me, Phil?"

"When I'm not mad at your son, we'll talk."

"But your never not mad at him."

You thin your lips, raise your brows, and tilt your head as if to say I told you so.

He sighs, looking up at his son. "Luke?"

The teen avoids making eye contact with anyone.

"He needs to go out and do something with himself."

"Ah, I got it. He needs to practice his magic."

An evil smirk dances across your lips. "Exactly. See you, baby."

"Wait- no." His shoulders slump as your figure disappears into the bathroom.

"Really, Luke? Here of all places?" Claire shakes her head.

He shrugs, "what can I say? She's hot."

Haley and Alex roll their eyes.

#modern family #modern family imagine #modern family imagines #modern family fanfic #modern family fanfiction #luke dunphy x reader #luke dunphy #luke dunphy imagine #luke dunphy imagines #luke dunphy fanfiction #luke dunphy fanfic #luke dunphy x you #luke dunphy x female reader #luke dunphy x female!reader #luke dunphy x girlfriend reader #luke dunphy x girlfriend!reader #crazyk-imagine

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hannieehaee · 6 months

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18+ / mdi

content: bickering, some modern family references (just names n stuff), smut, penetrative sex, f reader, riding, tit play (??) idk he just likes ur tits, etc.

a/n: this is kinda meant to be a modern family au based on haley and andy's first meeting so theres some references to the show (just fyi) except this ends as smut 🫡 can also be read as nanny!seokmin and richbrat!you tho

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modern family au where you, ditzy and careless granddaughter of rich business owner, incidentally meet your family's new manny!seokmin while sneaking into your grandfather's house for some alone time by the pool. you grab a few beers, knowing your grandfather and his wife probably wont be back for a while when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. startled, you drop the glass bottles on the floor and turn around to see who the hell is in your supposedly-empty grandfather's house.

you're taken aback as soon as you meet his eyes. pretty boy your age in what's supposed to be a place only your family had access to ? you wont complain, but you're still pretty bummed about the wasted beer.

the first words out of his mouth are to scold you. great. yet another person to get in your way just when you're re trying to relax away from your overbearing family. but wait, you think, you still have no idea who this man is.

"who are you?", you question as he leans over to clean up the bottles you had broken (the bottles he broke, if anyone asked you).

"no. who are you?", he gives as rebuttal. "mr pritchet didnt say anyone would be here today. are you alex or __?" he says, cutely tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy, making your heart melt role your eyes.

"im alex," you lie, knowing your sister wouldnt get in trouble for this anyways. "now my question."

"i'm your grandfather's new manny," he replies with a boyish smile, stretching his free hand towards you.

"you're not manny. i know manny and you look nothing like him," you say frowning, knowing this is totally not your uncle manny.

"oh, you're __. i'm seokmin. the new male nanny," he says in a tone that makes you think he mightve meant it as an insult .. you choose to ignore it, instead looking at his arms as he continues to wipe the broken glass. why hadnt you noticed his arms earlier ?

"i'm sorry, but im gonna have to tell your grandfather that you broke glass near the pool," he interrupts your thoughts as he finishes picking up the broken glass.

fuck. you just got out of being grounded, you cant have your mom know you snuck into your grandpa's house again, specially for day-drinking (you're over 21 now, whats the big issue?!).

you panic, so you go for the first thing that comes to mind.

"do you really have to do that, seokmin?", you flutter your lashes at him, untying the top of your bathing suit cover and pushing up your barely-covered tits for him to see.

he looks down, momentarily forgetting what he was talking about, but quickly looks back up. "thats not gonna work, your grandparents warned me about you," he says as he looks away from your chest.

he already bit the hook. there's really nothing to lose now.

you take slow steps towards him, making sure to sway your hips as you do so, placing your hands on his shoulders as soon as you're close enough. "listen. this can stay between us, right? you've already cleaned everything up. there's no reason we need to waste our time in telling him how you caught me off guard and made me drop the glass, is there?", you rub your hands up and down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt while he stands still, letting you continue your actions.

"m-me?! y-YOU broke it! you're not even supposed to be h-" he cuts himself off when you get tired of his talking and decide to just rip the rest of the buttons off.

"listen to me, seokmin. we can waste the next hour arguing about who did what while we wait for my grandpa to get here," you start pressing your mouth to his ear, almost giving him the attention he really wants, but not fully. "or we could go to the guest room and i could give you a little something in return for your silence. wouldn't that be more fun?"

with one more look from him, you find yourself moments later sitting atop him in one of the mansion's guest rooms, bouncing on top of him with your back facing his chest. his eyes were glued to your ass, with his hands groping your hips tightly as he furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure. never would he have expected that the airheaded girl his new employers warned him about would be this pretty and feel this good wrapped around him.

"fuck," he exhales, rubbing his hands up and down your back, ultimately landing on your ass, melding his hands unto the soft skin. "b-baby fuck. slow down."

"but minnie .. my grandparents could be back any second. besides, you're doing me a favour. it'd be mean of me to not make it up to you, wouldnt it?", you put on a sweet voice for him as you bounce faster, also wanting to reach your high as the pretty boy impaled you.

frustrated at not being able to see you, he uses those beefy arms you were eyeing earlier to lift you up and turn you around on top of him, now looking into your eyes as you held onto his shoulders for support. looking at his pretty eyes staring up at you with softness despite the lewdness of the act made you feel crazy. feeling addicted to the way he looked at you, you decided to give him a show.

"fuck, minnie. feel so fucking good," you moaned, dragging your hands up to your tits to play with them, rubbing your nipples in a way that had you rolling your eyes back. "dont you wanna help me, minnie? be a good boy and put your hands on me."

he whined at your words, sitting up a bit and replacing your hands with his. pinching at your nipples, he made you cry out loud and rub yourself even harder, now catching an angle that allowed your clit to rub against him. feeling drunk on your enthusiasm, he moved one of his hands to your hip in order to guide you, moving his mouth to bite and lick at your nipples, making you roll your eyes back.

both your ends approached, now with you maniacally bouncing on him while his mouth stayed stuck to your chest, alternating breasts to suck and whine into. feeling completely cock drunk, you increased the intensity of your movements, leading yourself into a mind-blowing orgasm with him following soon after, his moans muffled by your chest.

you spent the next five minutes softly cleaning each other up and getting rid of the evidence (dirty sheets, condom, etc) before anyone arrived home, all while shyly exchanging glances at each other. it was unlike you to feel shy when interacting with a guy (i mean, you did just seduce your grandparents new nanny within minutes of knowing him), but there was something about his good-boy attitude and soft demeanor towards you that just drew you to him. that, and how easy on the eyes he was.

your thoughts were promptly interrupted by him quietly speaking up "listen, i know i'm probably overstepping and just embarrassing myself by saying this but, i kind of uh. i kind of felt a connection there. i think you mightve even felt it too? would you like to maybe see where this goes? i could take you out, or if not we could start off as friends too, you know? or maybe this again? wait, no. i'm not suggesting that you should uh- but if you want to! i mean, whatever you want! it's just tha-" he continues to ramble, clearly losing track of what his original question was.

just like him, you interrupt his monologue by grabbing onto his face, making him stop mid sentence and look at you. "yes," you giggle. "we can go out seokmin. i'll know where to find you," and with that, you leave him with a peck and a wink as you exit the room, successfully leaving the house before anyone arrived, knowing you'd be coming back whenever possible to get some alone time with your grandparents' pretty manny you were now planning to make yours.

a/n: i feel like this mightve made no sense if u've never seen modern family SORRY anyways i just wanted to use the trope hehe (theyre endgame btw not like in the actual show </3)

#seventeen #svt #seventeen fanfic #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt smut #seokmin smut #seokmin fanfic #seokmin x reader #dk fanfic #dk smut #dk x reader #dk oneshot

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httpsjeonglvr · 10 months

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Red-handed

Aged up miles morales x fem!reader

Chapter summary: You and Miles finally get a break from taking of your children and your jobs but unexpectedly you both get caught in the act by his friends.

Chapter warnings: You and miles get caught in the act,there are children mentioned,let me know if there is anything else

This was taken from my other account guys just so you guys know 👍🏾

It was a regular day. You woke up to the sun shining and an empty bed. You went to your kid's room and didn't see your son in the crib or your daughter.

You went downstairs to see them watching TV on Miles’ lap who was on his phone. You snatch your youngest off his lap making him smile.

"Hey baby you had a good morning with daddy?" You ask him kissing his nose. You gave birth to Chin-Sun, but everyone called her Sunny. A few years later you had Manny. They were both happy babies and were adored by everyone. You lean down kissing Miles. "Hey uh, babe, the guys are about to come to get Sunny and manny is that okay?" He asks

"Sure are they coming right now?" You ask. He nods as you motion for your daughter to follow you upstairs with Sunny following you to get them ready to spend a day with their uncles. It didn't take you long except for when you tried to do Sunny’s hair where she got fussy and started calling for Miles who came to her rescue. "Sunny!" Hobie called walking into the house and smiling at the two kids, Sunny ran down the stairs as you carried Manny downstairs smoothing his hair. Her face lights up reaching for her favorite uncle. "I want them back home before 10, you got that," Miles says

"She's 6 and he's 5 months Rin they're not 16!" Peter speaks up making everyone laugh. "I'm serious!" "Okay! They'll be home before 10" Miguel says as he grabs Manny’s baby bag and leaves. With the kids being gone you figured you'd get some cleaning done. You started with the main rooms like the bathrooms, Kitchen, and bedrooms.

Sunny had toys everywhere, with Miles spoiling her, he bought every toy she picked up in the store and bought it for her. But you couldn't talk much since you spoiled your baby boy with every toy and gave him food every time he begged for it.

You had checked and cleaned every room except for the living room where Miles was and he didn't show any signs of leaving. He had his feet up on the table. You were trying to vacuum but couldn't do it with him in the way. "Baby stop cleaning so much and come chill with me" He says as he grabs your arm. "I will once I finish," You tell him.

"No I want you to stop right now," he says with his voice full of demand. "Who are you talking to?" You ask as you turn the vacuum off. "My wife so sit the hell down,” He says. You ignore him and turn the vacuum back on and continue to clean. This makes him mad and he groans. As you get to where he is you sigh as you attempt to vacuum under the couch.

"Can you move?" You ask. "I don't know can my wife come to sit down with me?" He asks not taking his eyes off the tv. "Miles move, "You say rolling your eyes. "Make me," He says smirking

You roll your eyes turning the vacuum off. You march over to him and take his legs off the table. when you do he pulls you into his lap wrapping his arms around you. "Let me go," you say. "Make me," He says as he kisses your neck. "Miles let me go so I can finish cleaning-" He had found your sweet spot and now you were ice melting in his hands. Soon enough both of your clothes were on the floor leaving a mess you'd worry about later.

"I can't believe you forgot to get their food!" "You were the one that grabbed the bag" "You should have checked it before we pulled off!". Miles looks up seeing his friends in the kitchen. He rolls his eyes forgetting he gave them a key to his home for emergencies.

"Ya know what I won't take any more disrespect- what are you two doing?" Hobie asks as everyone directs their attention to the couch. "I was about to get laid until you guys barged in,” Miles says as you slap his chest. "Well we forgot their snacks,” Miguel says. "And you couldn't just buy some at the store?" You ask. "Why would we do that if she has food here?" Hobie asks while rolling his eyes adjusting the restless baby who was reaching for his snack and babbling.

"Anyway, We are gonna let you get back down to business," Miguel says pushing them out the door. "Please" Miles mumbles as they leave closing and locking the door "Now where were we?" He asks with that stupid smirk on his face. "I believe that we were at make me," You say pulling him back over your body.

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles 42 x reader #1610 miles x reader #atsv x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #atsv x black reader #atsvxplussizedreader #atsv x y/n #mom reader #miles morales 1610 #miles molares #milesmoralesxplussizereader #ˢᵖⁱᵈᵉʳʲᵃᵉ🕸️

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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Operation Apollo | 1.0 | Jake Seresin x Reader AU

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Synopsis: After a threat is made against her life, the President’s grown up daughter gets her security tripled. Her long term detail is about to retire and needs replacing, only — she isn’t the easiest to work with. Ex-Navy and current Secret Service, Jake Seresin is devoted to being the best at everything he does. He isn’t going to let a bratty little girl cost him this job.

Warnings: age gap, power imbalance, enemies to lovers, danger and angst, smut, unprotected pinv and oral (f receiving)

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Jake wakes up on his back, like normal. He slept so well that for a second, he almost forgets what happened and where he is now. He lifts his head and looks down, brows furrowing slightly.

He remembers falling asleep spooning you, but he wasn’t expecting to wake up like this.

You’re turned almost completely onto your front, your head on his chest, an arm draped over his middle and a leg slung over his hip.

Jake slides his hand down and grabs the back of your knee, lifting it just slightly. He makes a delicate move towards the edge of the bed to stand. Your arm squeezes around his middle and you let out a soft whine against his chest.

Jake settles back into place and looks down at your sleeping face, realizing now that he’s stuck.

He moves slowly, detangling himself from you until he can stand up. He pulls the covers up over you and heads for the door.

Closing the door gently behind him, his first stop is the bathroom. He showers and brushes his teeth. Being back here in the mornings always makes him feel like he’s getting ready for high school again.

After that, he sneaks back into his room for clothes and changes silently. Stepping into his jeans, his belt buckle taps the dresser and makes a noise. He looks over at you and you don’t move.

He walks into the kitchen and Manny’s already up, standing by the stovetop, shoulder to shoulder with Jake’s mother.

“You’re up early.” Jake comments, walking past to kiss the top of his mother’s head. He leans past her to see what she’s making. “Why is my Mom making you pancakes?”

Eleanor chuckles softly.

“I was starving, and Ellie offered.” Manny smiles, leaning on the counter.

“Mom, you don’t have to-“

“I want to,” Eleanor insists, waving Jake off. “You three are all grown up and the girls only come to visit on the weekends, I like having people make to make pancakes for.”

“Alright.” Jake shrugs. Manny smiles as she adds chocolate chips to his pancakes. There’s a faint sound of giggling somewhere to his left. “Are the girls here already?”

It’s been a month since Jake saw his nieces.

“Yeah, Shell said they barely slept, they’re excited to meet her.” Eleanor giggles. “Is she up yet? — I could bring her breakfast in bed.”

“No,” Jake blurts. Manny lifts his head to look at Jake, brows furrowing slightly. “You should let her sleep — she’s had a pretty hard couple of days.”

Eleanor nods. Jake continues through until he’s in the doorway to the family room. Jake’s got two nieces, Michelle’s kids, they’re six and nine now. He feels like they double in height every time he sees them.

Michelle’s sitting on the couch with a coffee, a soft smile on her face as she watches her daughters playing nicely together for once. Jake remembers when he found out his sister was pregnant.

Truthfully, he hadn’t been able to picture her as a mother. Jake’s mother is a natural caregiver, she’s warm and kind and people feel safe with her. Michelle used to put Jake into headlocks. Until he outgrew her.

But, her kids are actually pretty sweet, and they adore her.

Jake’s gaze lifts to look at his little sister on the opposite end of the couch. He’s reminded that he has three nieces. Jake wasn’t happy when he found out that Lizzy was expecting, but that’s just because he’ll always see his little sister as the freckle-faced twelve year old that used to bug him and his friends.

“Uncle Jake!”

Payton’s the first to clock him, she’s the younger of Michelle’s kids. She and Brooklyn both rush up, tackling into Jake’s middle. He smiles, dropping to his knees so that he can wrap his arms around both of them.

“You’re both so big now! I missed you guys.” Jake pulls back to look at them.

“Look, my tooth fell out!” Payton grins widely to tell him. Jake grimaces, then laughs.

“Look, Aunt Lizzy had her baby.” Brooklyn points. Jake pushes himself to his feet once more and crosses the room to sit between his sisters. He cranes his neck to get a glimpse at his newest niece.

“I held her already.” Brooklyn proclaims proudly. Lizzy laughs softly. She brushes a finger tenderly over the dark hair on her daughter’s head. Jake thinks for a moment that he’s never seen something so small, but he remembers having the same feeling with each of his nieces when they were born.

It always catches him off guard how tiny these things are.

“You want to hold her?” Lizzy offers. Jake opens up his arms readily. He softens as his newborn niece is placed into his arms. She looks like her dad, Lizzy’s boyfriend that she has dated since high school.

It seems against the big brother code that Jake likes him so much, but Daniel’s a pretty good guy, and he has always treated Lizzy well. Plus he likes the same teams Jake does, so that gets him extra brownie points.

Jake brushes his shoulder against Lizzy’s, “Proud of you, she’s perfect.”

“Uncle Jake, she still doesn’t even have a name!” Payton giggles excitedly. Jake’s brows scrunch, he turns his head and raises his eyebrows. Lizzy has always been indecisive.

“What did you put on the birth certificate?” Jake asks.

“It says Baby Girl Ames, they give you five days to decide, so we have to come up with a name in the next two days or that’ll legally be her name.” Lizzy explains.

Jake scoffs, shaking his head and standing up. He rocks his newborn niece in his arms, “Poor kid.”

“Where are you going?” Lizzy frowns.

“I’m getting all my cuddles in now, before she realizes she got a stupid name and hates all of us.” Jake explains, heading back towards the kitchen.

“Look at you,” Manny comments, looking up from the kitchen table to find Jake with the baby in his arms. “Babysitter.” He taunts playfully.

“Well, when it’s an actual baby, I don’t mind as much.” Jake replies, thanking his mother as he hands him a plate. He moves to sit beside Manny.

Jake makes it look easy. He settles the newborn upright against his chest in one arm, supporting her head, whilst he holds his fork with the other hand.

Manny’s brows furrow slightly as he watches Jake.

“Freaking me out how much of a natural you are at that, have you got some kids wandering around that I don’t know about?”

Jake catches movement in his peripheral, turning his head to catch sight of you standing in the doorway to the kitchen in your pyjamas.

“No, I’m just good at everything.” Jake answers calmly, returning to his breakfast.

You only caught a little bit of their conversation, but you have to admit, Jake is a natural. He holds her like he’s been doing it for years.

“Morning, how’d you sleep?” Manny asks, smiling as he looks up at you. You glance between him and Jake, nodding — you mumble a soft ‘well’.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Eleanor beams at you. “Did you want pancakes or I can make you something else?”

You’re used to having people cook for you, that isn’t the issue. It’s just that you’ve never had someone’s mother cook for you before.

“Pancakes would be good. Thank you, Mrs. Seresin.”

Jake almost scoffs — you’ve never been that polite to him.

You move to sit between him and Manny at the breakfast table. Jake’s brows furrow slightly at the curious look on your face. It takes him a second, but he realizes you aren’t looking at him.

He glances down at the baby in his arms, then back at you, “You want to hold her?”

“No,” You shake your head, “it’s just that she’s so tiny.”

“She’s a couple of days old.” Jake explains, he sets his fork down and turns his chair towards yours, laying her flat in his arms so that you can see her a little better.

Jake reaches out with one hand and takes your hand in his. You stiffen as he opens up your clenched fist and guides your index finger into her tiny hand. Her fingers curl around yours.

Manny looks back and forth between the two of you. Him cradling the baby, you grinning at him with a silly - almost lovesick, kind of fondness in your eyes. He stares across the table.

You and Jake turn together towards the sound of excited whispers at the other end of the kitchen. Payton’s peering around the corner, Brooklyn’s looking over the top of her head.

Your cheeks redden as they dart back behind the safety of the wall once they’re spotted.

“You can come in.” Jake calls them. You look at him, frowning and unsure. You instinctively start to smooth down your hair. “You’re a celebrity, they’re just excited.”

They both peer around the corner once more, then rush over to you. Your eyes widen as they both begin talking at the speed of light, giggling and tripping over their words.

Manny chuckles. He knows that you haven’t interacted with children in any capacity since you were one yourself. Even then, you weren’t allowed to babble like this - you’ve been holding conversation with adults since before you could count.

“Girls, girls - one at a time,” Jake groans, taking a bite of his breakfast. “This is Payton, she’s six. Brooke is nine.”

They smile expectantly at you. You glance back over your shoulder at Manny for help. He chuckles as he pushes himself up from the table and walks the plate over to the sink, making quiet small talk with Jake’s mother.

Jake looks at you, confused, then back at his nieces.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You say politely.

“Do you want to see our treehouse?” Payton asks, freckle-faced and flashing you her gaptoothed smile. You look between her and Jake.

“Maybe later, pumpkin - let the girl eat first.” Eleanor swats at her granddaughter as she passes your plate over your shoulder and sets it in front of you.

The girls are ushered out of the kitchen, and Manny leaves to go shower. It’s just you, Jake, and the six pound something infant in his arms. Jake catches you looking cautiously at her.

“She doesn’t bite.” Jake tells you.

You roll your eyes, “I know.”

“Don’t roll your eyes, I don’t want her picking up your bad habits.” Jake warns you playfully.

You kick his ankle under the table, then lift your head, “Think she missed that one.”

He pushes his plate away and turns his full attention to the baby, shaking his head softly, “You should start being a little nicer to me or I might make you sleep in your own bed tonight.”

You stare at him across the table. You had been wondering if he was going to bring it up. If you were going to be able to do the same tonight. That’s as much of an invitation as Jake’s willing to extend.

He watches your lips quirk slightly.

Being with Jake’s family is different. At first, you’re able to jot it down to being an only child. Watching the way Jake and his sisters playfully tease each other, and team up to tease their mother, you can’t help but feel that you’ve missed out.

But it isn’t just about being an only child. The way that Jake helps Lizzy move around, since she’s still healing after the birth - the way that Michelle wordlessly takes the baby and cares for it like it’s their own, the way the girls are carelessly loud and unapologetically giggly.

You grew up in a very quiet home.

Nothing like this.

Jake can tell that you feel a little out of place around here. He sees it in the way you’re overly polite, the way you awkwardly play with his nieces, the way you cling to his side whenever he moves.

Admittedly, Jake didn’t feel that bad for you when he realized you hadn’t been allowed to go to parties growing up. It was for your own good. Sitting with his family and realizing that you have grown up alone in more ways than one, Jake feels like that hits him harder than anything he has heard about you up to this point.

So, when you come tiptoeing into his room again that night, he just pushes the covers back and makes room for you in his bed.

He wakes up the next morning with you on his chest, your leg pushed between his, your arms holding him as close as you can. Once again, he has to detangle himself from you and begin his morning. Manny and his mother are already up, Michelle’s at work, her kids are at school and Lizzy’s at her house resting.

That day is quieter. Probably the most rest that any of you have had in over a week. You spend the morning in the sitting room, digging through the VHS collection while Manny and Eleanor bond over on the couch.

Jake tries to busy himself. He calls Allen, checks the security cameras back at the house, chases up some leads on the threat. By eleven, he’s stuck with the harsh reality that he’s needed more here than he is there.

He sits down in the armchair on the far side of the room and watches as you skim through tapes. Your lips quirk slightly as you come across their home videos. Christmas ‘92.

Too caught up in his view of your ass as you lean over towards the shelves, Jake doesn’t even realize what you’re putting on until the video’s already up and playing on the screen.

Your lips part slightly as you look back at him in amusement. A four year old Jake is sitting on a toy fire engine, being pushed along by Michelle.

“Oh wow! — Look at that little face.” Eleanor smiles warmly, sitting up and leaning forwards. Manny laughs,

“I think we had the same pyjamas.”

Jake opens his mouth to protest, but sits back in the chair and rests his fist against his temple.

“Michelle being nice to me — practically a Christmas miracle.” Jake jokes, Eleanor laughs in agreement and begins with the stories about them. For the first six years of his life, he and Michelle hated each other — they would fight constantly. Then, when Jake was six, Lizzy was born.

He and Michelle still bickered, but they found joy in annoying Lizzy together after that.

The next tape is July 4th ‘93. It’s shorter than the Christmas video, Jake’s sitting on a man’s shoulders. You know that Jake’s dad passed — there are pictures of him everywhere and you saw his things hanging in Jake’s closet.

Jake and Eleanor smile softly when he’s on the footage. Jake’s a little bigger in this video than he was in the last, but he’s still short and so blonde that his hair is almost white. He’s laughing loudly, secure on his father’s shoulders.

You watch a few snippets of Jake’s childhood. Class graduations, family trips to national parks, Jake and Michelle holding Lizzy in the hospital — bickering about who got to hold her first.

“I’ve got one you’ll want to see, um … prom ‘05.” Eleanor leans forwards and points to the tape. It’s one of the last ones. After that, things move to dvd.

You slip the tape into the slot and sit back to watch. Jake pinches the bridge of his nose in anticipation, already embarrassed.

You grin at the screen, then look back at Jake. He shifts uncomfortably and groans, shaking his head, shooting a begrudging look over to his mother, “I can’t believe you let me leave the house like that.”

“Is that a lip ring?” Manny sits forwards, eyes going wide.

It is a lip ring, and there’s also an earring in Jake’s right ear. His hair is a little longer, fluffier and dangling over his forehead. His date to prom has pink hair and a double nose ring.

Jake remembers her well, she was a year older than he was, this was her senior prom. He was obsessed with her — the lip ring was her idea, but annoyingly, the earring was his.

“You wore a backwards cap to prom?”

He shakes his head softly as you turn back and grin at him.

Jake’s still awake that night when you push open the door to his room again. He tucks one arm behind his head and looks you up and down. Sure, it’s a warm night, but Jake knows that the shorts and tank top you’re wearing are intentional choices in more ways than one.

Still, he moves over and pulls the covers back for you once more. You slip into bed, both of you lying side by side, staring at the ceiling.

“I can’t believe you had your lip pierced.” You say quietly, it’s dark but you sound like you’re on the verge of giggling. Jake rolls his eyes.

“Can’t believe you never noticed the scar after you spent all that time batting your lashes at me.” He answers you.

You turn quickly onto your front, pushing yourself up onto your knees and leaning over him. “There’s not a scar.” You say quietly, frowning. If there was, you would have noticed.

Jake flicks the lamp beside his bed on. He presses his tongue to the inside of his bottom lip, puffing the skin out so that you can see it better. Sure enough, there’s a barely there, thumbtack sized mark below Jake’s lip.

You rest your hand on his chest to brace yourself as you inspect the scar, shaking your head in disbelief. It’s pretty small, and has faded well — you wouldn’t have found it if you hadn’t been looking for it. Jake’s hand rests on your hip.

You meet his gaze, lifting your hand and brushing your thumb over the scar.

Jake’s eyes don’t falter away from yours, though he feels you shift closer to him. He knows that you’re scared after what happened the other night, but he’s also acutely aware that that’s not why you’re in his bed right now.

He has been nicer to you since it happened. More affectionate, you’ve spent the past forty-eight hours side by side without arguing once. Jake knows what you’re going to do before you do it. His other hand slides around to cup the back of your neck as you lean forwards and press your lips to his.

You shift forwards, pressing yourself against his bare chest.

He kisses you again this time letting his bottom lip fit between yours. You continue to kiss like that, letting Jake set the pace, not wanting to push him too far and have him stop.

Little by little Jake guides you to part your lips more and more as each kiss melts into the next. Jake slips his tongue in and glides it swiftly along your bottom lip, then into your mouth. Your tongue imitates his, mirroring his movements.

Jake sits up and guides you onto your back, pulling you tight against him. Your fingers skim along his sides, brushing over each of the ridges his muscles as he holds himself over you.

Your breathing deepens bit by bit, bringing more oxygen into your system. You’re laying still, but you’re dizzied. You drape your arms around Jake’s broad shoulders. Your skin hums with electricity. Your senses heighten. You want every inch of your skin to be touching every inch of Jake’s skin, and it almost is. He’s just in a pair on black boxer briefs.

Jake kneels back finally. He skims his hands along your sides, stopping at your hips and squeezing firmly. You whine softly, pushing yourself up so that you’re sitting.

“Please don’t stop.” You breathe out.

He leans his head back, groaning softly. You sit forwards, pushing yourself up onto your knees. Your lips press gently to his neck, peppering kisses along the tanned skin, across his collarbones, down onto his chest.

Jake brushes your hair back off of your face tenderly.

“Honey…” Jake says quietly, trying to reason with you about this. It’s one thing to admit that he lost his head and kissed you a couple of times. This is another thing entirely.

You look up at him, trailing your fingers down his front until they rest at the waistband of his boxers. Jake’s eyes close as you press your lips to his neck once more, sucking soft kisses against his skin.

He wraps one arm around your waist, shaking his head softly. There’s a split second where Jake holds onto his self-control, and then he lets it go. You gasp as he tugs hard at your hips, planting you onto your back.

You hum happily as Jake’s mouth trails your throat. His hands push at your tank top, hurrying it up and over your head. You toss it to the floor and take your lip between your teeth as Jake takes his time looking you over.

He lowers his head, peppering kisses across your bare stomach, then up, fingers pressing into your hips as he nips at the soft skin of your breasts. You whine desperately, hooking your thumbs into the sides of your shorts.

“I’m getting there, slow down.” Jake murmurs tenderly.

Your experiences before Jake are limited. Not by choice, there’s just limited opportunity when every guy that you have over has to be vetted. Not to mention the hassle of trying to go over to their place - it’s hard to forget that there are two grown men standing outside of the front door.

Here, Manny’s all the way down the hall asleep and Jake’s mom is on the other side of the house. You’ve never had this much privacy in your entire life.

Jake rocks his hips forwards, grinding himself against the thin fabric separating your core from the thin fabric of his boxers. Your fingers curl around the back of his neck, pulling him close. His dog tags fall forwards to rest against your bare chest as he presses himself against you.

“Up.” You lift your hips obediently for him to pull your bottoms down, watching as he discards them. He doesn’t look to see where they land, his eyes are unashamedly between your core. Almost subconsciously, he reaches out and runs his index finger along your core.

With that, his lips are on yours again — it’s tender and desperate all at once, his hand gripping the back of your knee as he hikes it up around his waist. Jake presses harder into you.

Jake presses his middle finger into you, mouthing at the curve of your jaw as he works it into you. You whimper softly as he slips a second into you and curls them together.

You part your legs further for him, rolling your hips down against his hand. Desperate for more. Anything he’s willing to give you after the last few times, when you were left hanging. His mouth is on you, nipping and sucking at your throat, your collarbones.

Jake holds your hip with his free hand as he works his fingers in and out of you, twisting and curling them. You moan softly, trying to push your hips back against his hand.

He kisses down your chest, dragging his teeth tenderly across your hip as he settles onto his front, parting your legs for him to move between.

His tongue grazes at your folds teasingly, feeling you squirm under him. Jake groans softly, then seals his lips around your clit whilst his fingers fuck in and out of you. He’s glad he’s holding your hips as that’s about the only thing keeping you still as your hips buck slightly.

He groans, his nose brushing your pubic bone as his tongue caresses you, his fingers curling deep into you. You arch your back, pushing against his mouth.

Jake knows that he’s in trouble here, that this might be the first time, but it isn’t going to be the last.

Jake wasn’t joking when he said that he was good at everything. The joke you made about sleeping with him once to get it out of your system plays in your mind as his mouth works between your legs. Your stomach tightens, eyes squeezing closed as your fingers curl into his sheets.

“Fuck - Jake, I’m gonna - oh, oh my god.” You whimper.

Your knuckles whiten around the fabric, a choked out moan slipping your lips as he drives you over the edge. Jake peppers kisses across your hips, nipping tenderly at your thighs.

He sits back and adjusts himself over his boxers, leaning his head back as he sighs at the discomfort. You push yourself up eagerly, hooking your fingertips into his waistband.

Jake works with you as you push the fabric down his thighs. You swallow softly, kissing tenderly at the trail of hair down his middle, Jake watches as you press a soft kiss to the base of his cock.

As much as Jake would like to follow through on all the times he wished he could do something to shut you up, he’s done with waiting.

You gasp as he grabs your hips and pulls you under him with ease. He plants his forearm beside your head, kissing your lips softly.

“You’re sure?” Jake asks gently.

“How many times to I have to beg you to fuck me before you just shut up and do it?” You frown at him, shifting impatiently. Jake’s lips quirk, he just about smiles, kissing you tenderly once more as he guides his cock between your legs.

You gasp softly as he presses into you, lips parted and blinking up at him. Jake groans softly, knowing that he’s going to have a hard time saying no to that face ever again.

He kisses your jaw lazily, fucking into you in short, soft thrusts until he’s buried into you completely. You moan out, grabbing onto the back of his neck to ground yourself as he fucks into you.

You arch your back away from the mattress, whimpering as Jake snaps his hips sharply forwards.

He groans out and swallows hard as he continues at the pace, pulling back and bottoming out over and over until your eyes are rolling back. He’s half tempted to cover your mouth, but he knows this house well enough to be secure in the knowledge that Manny can’t hear you.

You moan once more, kissing feverishly at the curve of his shoulder, pressing your fingertips into his shoulder blade and raking them down his back.

Jake grabs your jaw and turns it, the force catching you off guard and making you gasp. Jake can still feel the eagerness in your touch as he kisses you hard. He bites your bottom lips softly, just to draw a reaction. You clench around his cock, making him pull back and breathe hard, “Fuck, you feel so good.” He murmurs against your hair.

You whimper out something, he assumes that you’re agreeing with him, but your voice is trembling and the words are just about unintelligible. Jake smiles softly into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips lazily against your skin as he pounds into you.

Jake’s fingers curl tighter into the pillow beside your head. He brushes his lips over your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You’re surprised by how gentle he is, but not complaining - after how wound up you’ve been, you would take just about anything he would give you.

Jake’s good at creating balance. His mouth and his hands touch you tenderly, keeping you with him, setting your skin on fire with gentle caresses. But the way he fucks is anything but gentle, and it makes all those times that you were left hanging worth it.

He pulls you tighter against him, pulling back to get a good look at that pretty, fucked out face once again. He drives his hips forwards, making you gasp.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close.” You plead with him.

Jake shakes his head, hiking your thigh higher around his waist, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He pulls back so that he’s resting on his knees, grabbing your hips and lifting them so that he can fuck into you harder. You watch as his dog tags hit his chest with each snap of his hips.

With him sitting back like this, you have nothing to grab but the sheets. You squirm slightly under his grip, eyes rolling back into your head as he fucks you. You dig your heels into the mattress, gasping to keep from being too loud as he brings you to your orgasm and pounds you through it.

He grunts, gritting his teeth as he snaps his hips into yours making you cry out from the sensitivity, Jake presses his palm over your mouth tightly. He groans, pulling his hand away from your mouth once he’s sure you can be trusted, replacing it with his lips.

His hands find your hips again, pulling you taught against him. He drives himself as deep into you as he can, letting his forehead fall to rest against yours.

He manages a few more deep, ununiformed thrusts, white-knuckling around your hip bone before he’s spilling inside of you. He presses gentle kisses to your temple, then your forehead as he pulls out and sits back on his knees.

“Holy shit…” You breathe out, draping an arm over your eyes so that you don’t have to see the white spots in your vision. You feel the bed move as Jake stands up.

“Stay here.” He murmurs as he steps into his boxers. He leans over you and kisses your mouth once more. He leaves for the bathroom. You push yourself up and bite the inside of your cheek.

Allen would kill you if he found out about this, he’s always warned you about falling for staff - he’s worked with a lot of presidents and seen a lot of people get their feelings hurt.

Your father’s last term ends this year, and you’ve got a year of having a service detail after that. Then you’re on your own. You can’t imagine hurt feelings could be any worse than never being fucked like that again.

Jake steps back into the room and closes the door behind him, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, already back in your pyjamas. He opens his mouth to speak, frowning as you stand up and brush past him.

“I have to pee.”

He’s sitting up on his side of the bed when you return. You close the door behind you, but linger in front of it awkwardly, unsure of where to go from here.

“Kind of late to start acting shy, sweetheart.” Jake notes. Your lips quirk softly as you cross the room and slip into bed beside him. He pulls the covers up around you and presses his lips to the top of your head.

“Night, Jake.” You say quietly, resting your head against his chest as he settles down onto his back. He hums in response. He’s gone by the time you wake up. The sun streaming through the window has been waking you up early, but still not as early as everyone else.

You sigh softly as you sit up in his bed and look around his childhood bedroom. Considering he left home at eighteen, it doesn’t look much like a kid’s room. Just like any other guy’s. Navy blues, and greys and dark woods. Trophies on top of his dresser and on shelves.

Nothing really that tells you much about him.

You push yourself to stand, smoothing out your hair slightly as you cross the room and open his door.

You wince as Jake's door creaks, pulling it slowly open and stepping out. You close it behind you, your eyes go wide as you straighten up.

Eleanor’s standing at the other end of the hall, having just left Manny's room, with a laundry basket in her hip. She looks at you, standing in front of Jake's door in your pyjamas, her lips quirk up into an amused smile. She’s had her suspicions since you got here.

"I- um, I didn't-" You shake your head furiously, cheeks starting to burn, "We didn't-"

"None of my business if you did, sweetheart," It's clear that she doesn't believe you, she smiles knowingly and jerks her head, "There's breakfast in the kitchen if you'd like some."

You nod sheepishly, your head down as you walk past her, burning with embarrassment as you step into the bathroom and click the door shut behind you, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You brush your teeth silently, wondering how you’re possibly going to look her in the eye again.

Manny's sitting down at the dining table, eating. He smiles when he sees you.

"How'd you sleep?" Manny asks. You walk over to him and look through into the kitchen, Jake's standing at the kitchen island and making himself a smoothie. He lifts his gaze to look at you calmly.

Your heart thuds in your chest as you think of last night. Him holding you tight against him, moaning softly in your ear. You swallow.

"Yeah. Pretty well." You answer softly.

Jake's lips quirk slightly as he goes back to what he’s doing.

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sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully · 1 year

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Hello 👋 so I was wondering if you'd do a wally darling x reader so like if you know the headcannon of DHMIS of yellow guy and wally being related so like what if yellow guy came to visit wally and how would the reader react to him if not that's totally cool

anyway love your work keep up the great work and make sure to also take care of yourself 🩷💙

Oh, I’m familiar with the headcanon!! It’s one i find quite silly, myself /pos hehe!!

And thank you!! I’ll be sure to pace myself! I’m just having a lot of fun filling out these requests :] thank you, though!!! <33 /g /p

Unexpected Visitor!

Wally Darling x GN!Reader, but Yellow Guy(DHMIS) visits!

Headcanons format, relationship with Wally can be interpreted by the reader— but pre-established friends (at the very least)!

*Note, I’m going to refer to Yellow Guy as “Manny” in this!.. Yeah, I’m one of those old fans.. /lhj HAHA!! Along with that, Manny is going to be Wally’s nephew in this!! Look me in my eyes and tell me Wally doesn’t reek of gay uncle… /lhj

You and Wally had just been hanging out, in Home! Just sitting around and chatting, really, as the lovely little house itself creaked to add on!

In the middle of your conversation, though, a few quick knocks would come from the door— seeming to make everyone pause a bit.

I wonder who it could be!

As Wally approached the door and pulled it open— what appeared to be.. someone quite akin to him, appearance wise, stood there! Though quite obviously a child.

Wally seems to smile a bit, and warmly welcomes them inside! He spares you a small glance, the sort of apologetic “I’m sorry, I forgot to mention this was going to happen today!” kind.

Wally is a lovely host and friend, though, and soon warmly introduces the both of you to one another!

You learn the kid’s name is Manny, and he’s Wally’s nephew! Apparently, he was just coming to visit for the day.

For you, I’ll say, your opinion was neutral! Any friend of Wally’s was a friend of yours, though, right? And you wouldn’t be actively hostile to a child! (… right, reader?? Right?? /j)

Eventually, though, Wally sets Manny up with a colour book he had laying around! Seemingly for when Manny visited!

The two seemed close, and eventually you had all settled onto the floor. Wally was on his stomach, kind of just watching Manny scribble onto the colouring book— albeit timidly avoiding any of the green crayons— and nodding along as he rambled.

“And.. and then we— uh,.. we.. we went into a car..” As he just nods along happily. Wally always had been a good listener, and it seemed to apply to Manny as well!

You were happy to be there. Why, you wouldn’t necessarily say you were a pro with kids, but you did make the lil squirt giggle a few times with an appropriately landed joke!

Either way, Manny seemed pleasant, and it was slightly heartwarming to see Wally just.. hang out with him.

Of course, Wally was apart of a TV Show for kids!- But there still wasn’t any actual children in the neighbourhood, so you hadn’t ever seen him in action. Until today, of course..

Despite the unexpected visit, you still had a pleasant time with the two! How lovely :]

Hello!! I’m sorry if this one didn’t come out too well-! I wasn’t really sure how to make the reader react, y’know? But I hope it was still enjoyable to have me give my thoughts on Wally and Manny’s dynamic!! I imagine them to be very sweet, haha!!

Thank you for requesting!! Have a lovely day <3

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title: "Pascale Leclerc : Fonce, Charles !" source: monaco-matin series: f1, 2018

There is the big Charles on the track. And little Charles at home.

If the young Formula 1 driver is at the front of the stage, here, at home, in Monaco, his country, in the evening he returns to the family home, to his mother, “to play for an hour on his computer and have a few hours of well-deserved sleep."

The second of three children, Charles Leclerc received a lot of love from his parents, his brothers, but also from his grandparents and his uncle Thierry Manni. Charles Manni, the paternal grandfather, at the head of Mécaplast, the flagship of the Monegasque automobile industry, often spoke of this little boy: not with blind admiration, but with the pride of seeing his grandson giving himself the ways to succeed.

Car enthusiasts know the rising little wonder. The Monegasques and people from here know first and foremost this Fontvieille family: united, loving and also hardworking.

A certainly decisive element in the extraordinary career of this young man for whom everything seems to smile.

Luck ? Not only… According to Pascale Leclerc, his mother, who runs a hairdressing salon on the port of Fontvieille, “we have experienced the trials of life. If we went through them, they made us stronger and allowed us to progress to give our best.”

It is on these values that Charles grew up. That he built himself.

He was only five years old when his dad Hervé put him in a kart. Immediately, there was enthusiasm. “There was a lightness in the way he drove his kart that wasn't there in the others. »

“He received a lot from his dad.”

“Charles on a circuit and Charles at home are not the same man,” explains his mother. With his dad, he only talked about cars. For Hervé, racing was his life. He was a pro. He had it in his blood. Charles was lucky. He received a lot from his dad. With me, none of that. Charles was a little boy his age. It’s true that from middle school onwards, it was more complicated. His grandmother, Hervé's mother, a catechism teacher, was very present to help him follow the correspondence courses. The Charles-III college where he was enrolled was very understanding. It was going very well. »

Pascale Leclerc says she has always been delighted by her son's happiness. “I always knew that Charles, like his two brothers, would go far. He is very calm, thoughtful, determined. I am very proud and happy that Lorenzo, Charles and Arthur, my three children, are realizing their dreams. I would not put any prohibition in their choice. When we see a child who leaves with enthusiasm and a smile on his face, we can only validate his life project. In kart, the first championships scared me a little. I no longer accompanied my son and my husband on shopping trips. I followed things up afterwards. It was my way of preserving the whole family. I'm the type to let my three sons live their lives and pursue their passion. »

And car racing fascinated his three children… “Lorenzo started karts late, at 14 years old. It was the time when Charles was increasingly entering the major championships. And he won all the prizes. A choice had to be made. We couldn't take on the financial burden of going karting for two children. So, for him, in consultation, we favored studies. »

Lorenzo therefore completed a scientific baccalaureate and continued his studies at the University of Monaco. Then he went to Reims for a few years to complete his studies. Today, he is in finance and invests in assets.

For six years, the family's rhythm was dictated by Charles' training and racing. “Free time, vacations, the family budget… everything was for karts when Charles was between 5 and 11 years old. » The young boy progressed and progressed, again and again. For the family, it was an increasingly difficult sacrifice. “When Charles was 11, for us parents, it was no longer financially possible. Nicolas Todt arrived at the right time. He signed a contract and took Charles to where he is today. »

Throughout his adolescence, the little Monegasque continued to progress. Always and always. Today, he is on the starting line for one of the most symbolic races of his career. In addition to training, he had to respond to incessant requests: cocktails, interviews, brand representations... “We ask a lot of them,” emphasizes the mother. He no longer has time for himself. »

In F1 at 20 years old, what's it like to get a big head? “We are simple people. We must give enthusiasts the opportunity to share Charles’ dream. And for that Charles must remain within everyone's reach. He will discover a world that is not as simple as that, I think. I will do everything to keep him himself. »

But this rhythm is part of the profession as he wanted it since his earliest childhood. It may even be an additional engine. “It’s when there are very hard moments that he surprises us the most. He picked up points in the last two races he did. That reassured him. It was important for his mind. He is mentally well today. I am so proud of my son…”

Today, Charles therefore has all the assets to run a very good race. He is a young man in the making. “Everything fell into place for him to be where he is today. He will continue. He will be champion in F1. His goal is the podium. And he's going to get there. For sure. »

Today, Pascale Leclerc will be watching the race, certainly just as focused on the screen or the track of the cars as Charles is on the track at the wheel of his Sauber.

The mother and son both know that Hervé is with them, up there; “like Jules Bianchi”.

Any last maternal advice? “Go for it, Charles!” »

#series:f1 #format:article #year:2018 #family:pascale #family:lorenzo #family:herve

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Flower Shop Across the Music Store

(AU: Miles works at a flower shop. Hobie owes his music Store.)

The sound of the machine printing out a long list of receipts had the young man ripped it off to had to the customer. "Here's your receipt. Remember no returns if it's open." The Punker said in a serious tone before going back to reorganizing some CDs.

The customer left with a nod before taking his leave with his skateboard in his other hand. The front door opens with its bell ringing, a group of three teenage boys wearing Y2K outfits; large baggy pants, and oversize shirts. Very old school style of New York, with Jordans, and timberlands.

Hobie glances over, "Manny, did you do your homework?" At a brown teenage boy wearing bright red oversize t-shirt, baggy pants and Jordans. The one called Manny had a buzz cut with one earring in his left ear, he sucked his teeth in with an eye roll.

"Man," Manny frowns at his adopted older brother, "I was."

"Oh yeh? Let me see it?" The owner of the shop asked.

"Come on, bro." Manny grunts.

"Don't give me that. Go to the back and do your homework. Those are the rules." Hobie crosses his arms. "Unless you wanna go back to yer mama?"

Manny groans, "No. But can I just go skate for a bit. I swear I'll be back at five and do my homework!"

"Alright. But I better see you here before those lights turned on." Hobie pointed at the lamp lights on the street. "I'm gonna make jerk chicken and rice and peas! So you better get home by dinner time."

"Ight, bro! I will." Manny walks out with his friends going to the park to skate and hang out.

The punker merely rolled his eyes, he felt more like a dad to this kid than a brother at times. He heard the boys calling all at once, then one of them said, "Aye, look over there! it's a gonna be a Flower shop."

"Nah, mane. Who goes buy flowers?" A friend of Manny said.

"Who knows but it's better than that wack ass junk store."

"Ya that place was cover in dust."

Hobie saw the boys walking away laughing, he peeks over the shop across his store to find a flower shop being set up. Huh, he never noticed that. The Grand Opening show it's today with a free rose.

Two older Latina women went inside the shop to buy some flowers, coming out with their own bouquets. The punker arched his eyebrows being interested in the shop, during his lunch break he decided to go check it out.

Of course, by the looks on the Flower Shop it look a bit to posh for the neighborhood of Brooklyn. So he wore his black leather jacket and went full Punk on his aesthetics to see if the owners would freak out. He's biggest worry if it's a rich white owner trying to take over a black and brown neighborhood.

"Not on my watch!" He thought to himself before going over to the flower shop.

The door bing with an automatic ringer whenever the door open. The flower shop is small, but had many beautiful flowers with decent prices. "Coming." Hearing a male voice.

Hobie checks around seeing a lot of roses, so many in different types from white to pink to yellow to the iconic red ones. Then, he heard footsteps behind him. He turns around as he heard, "Sorry about that. I was setting up the vases behind the counter."

The moment Hobie's eyes saw the young man, it felt like love at first sight. He never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. The young cashier had big hazel eyes with a cute wide nose and dimple wide smile with those plump lips. The young man have dark skin and coily tapered Afro, with earrings on both ears. He wore an apron over his sunny yellow collar shorts and overalls that have Sunflower embroidered and OG Jordans.

"Uhhh..." Hobie felt like he was styling a sun by the way this man's face glows so brightly.

"Hm?" The cashier tilted his head to the side with those big doe eyes.

The punker saw the cashier's name tag, "Miles. Um, are you the owner?"

"Me? Nah, this is my aunty's shop. I'm working here part time." He looked worried, "Oh do you need to speak to her? My aunty and Uncle will be here tomorrow!"

Hobie never thought he would see someone this cute. "No. No-no!" He raised his hand up, "It's all good. I just wanna say I own a music shop across the street."

"OH! I always wanted to go there! You're the owner! Wow, you dress so cool." Miles' big hazel eyes gleams with excitement.

"Heh, I guess so. It's pretty crappy."

"Oh, I don't think so." Miles giggles, "I think it gives a bit of personality."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

"Never thought it that way." Hobie crosses his arms then slowly asked, "So, what you got for sale?"

"We got twelve dollar bouquets roses." Miles pointed out, "They are small but enough to be romantic." He to hold a bequest of Sunflowers, "Sorry, I need to fix this." He wanted to have the Sunflower flowers their own attention.

"Huh, you look like a Sunflower." Hobie's hand reach out to touch Miles' cheek, "Sunflower." There eyes met.

The young man felt his body heated up by this handsome Punker. Seeing him so tall and having Heterochromia eyes made him look so damn cool and attractive. "Oh, no one ever called me that or any flower."

"I think Sunflower fits you perfectly. Anyway, I like to buy that Sunflower." He offer.

"Oh this one?" Miles is holding it with great care.

This is what Hobie wanted to hold Miles and the best way was that Sunflower. He casually chuckles, "I like that one."

'Okay, I'll ring it up for you." The cashier nodded heading to the front desk to charge the flower. The two stay quiet it until Hobie couldn't take it anymore.

"Here, luv. Maybe you need a discount from her." He slid his phone number on a piece .

"Ehh?" Miles felt his cheeks warm when seeing the phone number on a piece of paper. "Don't you think that's old school?" His hazel eyes onto the punker.

"So? I wanna make my point across." The Punker flirted.

"Okay... but I didn't catch your name." The cashier went to wrap the sunflower.

"Hobie. Hobie Brown." He grins at Miles. "Let me take you out for a cup of coffee."

"I do like coffee." Miles flirted with him, having this warm smile. He could stare at Hobie's one silver blue eyes and the other being brown.

"Yeah." Hobie flirted back, "Hopefully, you and I can go further like dinner or a movie."

"Hehehe," The cashier giggles, "I would like that if things go well."

"I think you and I both know, luv, that we're gonna get along super well with each other." He smirks at him.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

The two were staring into each other having big smiles on their faces. Miles couldn't help but be attractive to the punker. "What about tonight?"

"Cup of coffee?"

"Maybe or a movie, since you already said we fit goo together." Miles hums having to charge the Sunflower. "That'll be five thirty five."

"Heh, alright." Hobie grins having to pull out his wallet to pay in cash, "How about this? I take you to a nice Dominican restaurant down there, and see where it goes."

"OKay. I do like Dominican food." Miles' eyes on him, they were interested.

"Alright, when you get off?"

"Around five. My uncle comes by to help close the shop." Miles said, "I'll be ready by then."

"Okay, I'll come by. I normally close shop early too." Hobie grins at the cashier. "See you then, Sunflower."

"See you, Hobie." He smiles at him watching him leave the store.

Hobie could only fantasize about Miles and the smell of Sunflowers just reminds the punker of him. His heart race thinking about it, then he remembers about his adopted brother.

He quickly texted him.

Hobie: Yo, I got a date at five. You can hang out with your friends longer.

Manny: Sweet, can I stay over at Luis till ten?

Hobie: Sure. Do your homework!

Manny: Sure thing bro.

Hobie smirks with that. Now he gotta think what to wear for this date. God, he knows this is the one. His soul mate, he could feel it in his bones!

#miles morales #hobie brown #punkflower #spiderman #across the spider verse #spider verse #fanfic #flowerpunk

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What I liked and didn't like about Gyro in 'The Last Adventure' (long post)

This is a repost from my defunct blog. Just a summary of what I liked and thought they could've done better in how the last episode handled Gyro, especially his relationship with Boyd:

Gyro and Boyd at Webby's 'birthday party' at Funso's

This was in the beginning of the series finale 'The Last Adventure', and was the very first time Boyd was seen since 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' (which was only the 6th episode of the third season and came out May 2020; 'The Last Adventure' was the final episode and came out March 2021… just let that sink in).

Liked: It was so AWESOME to FINALLY see Gyro and Boyd together again, and I squealed so hard at this scene when I first watched this episode! He's spending time with Boyd at a birthday party, eeeee! (And I touched on the significance of this scene in this post).

Liked: Boyd could have hung out with Huey and the other kids (which definitely would've been awesome too), but he chose to spend time with his dad instead! That is so cute!!

Missed opportunity: Does anybody else wish Gyro had actually been smiling at seeing his son enjoying himself as a 'definitely real boy'?? Like, c'mon! (And back during the third season, Frank was asked on his Tumblr blog if Gyro and Boyd’s relationship was improving, and he emphasized- and I quote- “Oh, yes. Very much so", but we never really learned what that looked like.) I mean, it probably did warm Gyro's heart to spend time with Boyd and see him just being the happy, free child he'd truly become, but still, he could've looked less indifferent or awkward!

Missed opportunity: Gyro should have laughed here while shielding his face from the candy, instead of the irritated reaction when it hit him. Sheesh, Gyro, lighten up! ☹ Why’s he still so easily irritable, especially when it’s just Boyd having a good time?

Missed opportunity: Now that Gyro's attention has shifted from solely Boyd and more onto the main event, he's really got his typical grumpy expression on and is standing a bit further away from everyone else. It’s very disappointing he wasn’t shown to be at least a little happier and closer with everyone. It’s the final episode, all Scrooge’s friends and family have gathered together in one place for this very important event (not only to celebrate Webby’s birthday, but to finally take down their greatest threat of all), and all these characters have changed and grown so much since the start of the series or when they were very first introduced (which even Frank and Matt, the show’s creators, admitted in an interview). It would have been more meaningful if Gyro had been smiling like everyone else to show his character development since 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' I know people don’t change overnight, and Gyro had a LOT of trauma that affected him for so many years, but still… it would have been nice to show him with a little more growth.

Liked/Missed opportunity: During the entire scene where everyone was gathered around Webby for cake and the birthday song (which was the signal to destroy F.O.W.L.'s security cameras and launch their raid on their secret headquarters below Funso's), Boyd was sitting on Manny's arm instead of Gyro's shoulders. On the one hand, I like that Manny was holding Boyd because that tells me he became sort of an uncle-figure to him... but it would have been twice as cute if he was sitting on Gyro's shoulders, since that would've been more proof of how close they'd become!

Gyro and Boyd on Webby’s family board

Liked: I LOVE that Boyd apparently became an official member of Team Science off-screen, and that there's a string linking Huey to Boyd to say they're best friends (because you wouldn't think so by his absence from the majority of the third season).

Missed opportunity: Why wasn't there a string linking Gyro and Boyd?? And why is there a string between Boyd and Doofus?? It was never actually confirmed whether or not Boyd went to live with Gyro or if he continued staying with the Drakes, but regardless, Gyro and Boyd are absolutely family (FAR more than Doofus was, since he only saw Boyd as a mere machine and an interloper in his family, and there's the little fact that Boyd never had a choice about being part of the Drakes' family... which is why I don't get why he'd choose to still live with them after 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' when he embraced his identity as his own free person with the ability to make his own choices)! Boyd was Gyro's first and greatest creation, his pride and joy, his son in every sense of the word!

Where was Boyd and Fenton after they found May and June?

Missed opportunity: In this scene right after they find Webby's clones, we see Gyro, Huey, Lena, Beakley, Scrooge, Donald, and Della all gathered around, analyzing the clones and trying to figure out why F.O.W.L. created clones of Webby. But there's no reason why both Fenton and Boyd couldn't have been there too! They could have helped- Boyd is a highly resourceful Junior Woodchuck like Huey, and his brain is a supercomputer, making him super intelligent; and Fenton is a scientist (especially ever since Gyro promoted him at the end of 'Astro B.O.Y.D.')! And neither Fenton and Gyro nor Huey and Boyd interact at all in the final episode, so more missed opportunity to further develop their respective relationships too. And I mean, come on, why didn't they especially take what opportunities they had to have Gyro and Boyd share screentime or interact??

In the same scene, most of the rest of the kids burst into the room, anxious to learn more about the mystery of Webby's clones too. But no Boyd (Gosalyn was nowhere to be seen in the mansion either, oddly enough, but I'm assuming she was there somewhere with Drake/Darkwing)!

In fact, we didn't see Boyd and Fenton again until later when everyone boarded the plane to go storm the Lost Library. I'm assuming in the above scene, Boyd was with Manny and Fenton (wherever those two were, but I'd like to think they were somewhere in the mansion too). It was a shame Boyd didn't at least interact with the other kids while everyone was at the mansion, because he didn't hang out with them for nearly the entire third season (not on-screen, anyway)!

"Look After Your Brother"

Liked: SELF-EXPLANATORY. :D :D And I love how sincere, protective, and loving Gyro sounded and looked when he entrusted Lil Bulb with Boyd's safety. This was their most dangerous threat yet, and Boyd's first adventure with the Ducks, and Boyd and Gyro had been together again after 20 years for only some months... so, it only made sense for Gyro to worry about his son (and what makes it even more touching is that Boyd is a superpowered robot, more than capable of taking care of himself, but Gyro still worried about him). He trusted Lil Bulb with Boyd's life!!

(And Lil Bulb would indeed look after Boyd; after the plane crashed when the kids were onboard alone, following Dewey's sky-battle with Don Karnage, Boyd lost his body. So, Lil Bulb removed his bulb and attached Boyd's head onto his own body, which is how they stayed for most of the rest of the episode.)

Missed opportunity: They didn't exchange a single word to each other or even hug, despite knowing what a dangerous mission it was. :( :(

Why didn't Gyro seem more worried for Boyd?

Missed opportunity: I covered this in a separate post here, but throughout most of the rest of the episode ever since Gyro learned Bradford captured and planned to destroy everyone even remotely associated with Scrooge and his family (and Gyro spent the majority of the time captured himself, along with HDL, Webby, Gandra, and Ludwig Von Drake), he never once showed any sign he worried about or missed Boyd. Not once did he bring Boyd up.

The victory scene at the end

Liked: It was cool actually seeing Gyro and Fenton share screentime, even though they didn't interact!

Missed opportunity: Why the heck was Boyd/Lil Bulb standing so far away from Gyro and the rest of Team Science there (especially after they were separated the entire time)?? He should have been right there with them (especially in front of Gyro, or even in his arms)!

The plane-ride home

Liked: AHHHH. Boyd lying in Gyro's lap as he reattached his head, Gyro tenderly cupping his head, both smiling so lovingly at each other! Together again where they belong, safe. It's so beautiful. YES. JUST YES. You can really see the love between them in this scene.

Missed opportunity: Like the "Look after your brother" scene, it's sad they didn't say anything to each other or even hug one last time!

The end credits

Liked: BEAUTIFUL. The very last we'll ever see of them, and Gyro is smiling the biggest, happiest smile he's ever done in the entire series. In fact, I feel like this is the moment that perfectly summed up Gyro's healing journey and development (which we didn't really see after 'Astro B.O.Y.D.', but this almost makes up for that). He looks so happy and free. It's like it just hit him all-at-once here that he's no longer burdened by the demons of his past, that he's got Boyd in his life, and that he's part of Scrooge's family too.

Yeah, so many of these little details could have easily been improved without costing much time and budget. But when they nailed it, they nailed it!

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #gyro gearloose #boyd gearloose #b.o.y.d.#fenton crackshell cabrera #character analysis #I'm so cringe

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Could I please request “here you can borrow my jacket” with Gyro and Selene?

*puts on glasses, straightens them*

Yep, I read that right. Um, sure. Really not sure how this dynamic will turn out, especially since I’ve never written for Selene before, but I’ll give it a shot.

I give you…

It’s Getting Cold in Here

Originated from this post.

“So your uncle really keeps all his money here, in this one building?” Selene asked.

“Yep,” Della replied. “They don’t call it the Money Bin just for kicks.”

Since Selene was in town with Storkules and Zeus, and it had been ages since they’d hung out, especially on Della’s turf, Della thought she’d show Selene around as a bit of a refresher.

Selene had never actually been in the Money Bin before, but she’d heard of the vast amounts of wealth it held. She’d even heard that the vault itself, where Scrooge McDuck’s money actually was, used to be filled to the ceiling with money. Before, well, Della got stuck on the moon. Her moon. Selene was honestly still annoyed at her father for not letting her help.

“Yep. So this is the Money Bin,” Della said. “Lot of money, lot of offices.”

“Ooh, where does this elevator lead?” wondered Selene.

“That leads down to the underwater lab, where Uncle Scrooge’s top scientists work,” Della explained. “Why it has a whole separate elevator from the rest of the building, I don’t know. Why don’t I show you? I’ve been meaning to pay ol’ Gyro a visit, anyway.”

“Sure!” Selene replied. And the two friends made their way down to the lab.

The hum of the elevator caught Gyro’s attention.

“Was anyone expecting any visitors?” he questioned. “Mr. McDuck never mentioned to me that he was coming, so besides him, I have no idea who it could be.”

“I’m on the same page as you, Dr. Gearloose,” admitted Fenton.

At last, the doors opened, and Gyro’s question was answered.

“What’s up, Doc!”

“Hiya, Della!” greeted Fenton.

“Della,” Gyro replied flatly. “I should have known. What business have you being down here today?”

“Well, I brought a visitor,” Della answered back. “All the way from Ithaquack, the Goddess of the Moon herself: Selene!”

“Oh! Well, then. Hello,” Gyro greeted. “It’s certainly not every day that we have a Greek deity in the lab. Dr. Gyro Gearloose.”

“It’s an honor, ma’am,” Fenton piped up, bustling over to shake the goddess’ hand.

“Oh, please, just call me Selene. And you are?”

“Fenton. Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera,” greeted Fenton.

“Fenton works here full-time for Gyro,” Della explained. “Huey and his friend Boyd, who is Gyro’s son, also work as lab assistants in here.”

“Very nice.” Then Selene’s attention was taken elsewhere. “Is that a stone horse?” she asked Gyro, eyebrow raised.

“Oh, that’s Manny,” clarified Gyro. “He works here, too. He communicates by clopping his hooves. And Lil’ Bulb-“ he gestured to the small lightbulb robot on the desk “-communicates in Morse code.”

“.. - … / …- . .-. -.— / -. .. -.-. . / - —- / — . . - / -.— —- ..-,” greeted Lil’ Bulb.

“I don’t know Morse code,” admitted Selene. “What did he say?”

“He said that it’s very nice to meet you,” translated Gyro.

“Ah! Well, that’s very kind,” replied Selene.

“Hey, Della, did your uncle know Samuel Morse?” wondered Fenton.

“You’d probably think that,” chuckled Della. “But no, their lives only briefly overlapped. So, Doctor Gearloose, what are you working on?”

“If you must know,” Gyro shot back, “I am building a climatization ray.”

“A what?”

“It’s a ray designed to change the climate of the immediate environment it is in,” Gyro explained. “For obvious reasons, it works best indoors.”

“Well, Doctor, I’d certainly like to see how it works,” offered Selene.

“Very well then. A test,” Gyro announced. He set the dial to “Arctic”, braced himself, and fired. However, the beam caromed off the corner of a metal cart, and headed towards the wall.

“Oh, blatherskite,” Gyro responded flatly. With a shower of sparks and a quick whiff of ozone, the beam hit the lab’s thermostat.

“That…is not good,” Fenton reacted.

“Did you mean to do that?” Della questioned.

“No,” Gyro replied firmly. “This is what I would consider a near worst-case scenario.”

Suddenly, the temperature started plummeting, and icicles began to form on various objects around the lab.

“I’ll get our jackets!” Fenton exclaimed.

“Thank you, Dr. Intern,” Gyro responded.

“Hey, Selene, do you want mine?” Della offered.

“No, that’s fine,” Selene answered. “You obviously need it; it’s your jacket.”

“Well, okay then…” Della replied hesitantly. She did feel kinda bad about it, though. As she stood there, internally cursing Gyro, she noticed that Selene was shivering a bit.

Della was not the only one to pick up on this, though. Gyro noticed the goddess’ evident discomfort, too. From what he knew, Ithaquack’s climate was nothing like this.

He didn’t normally do something of this nature, but it seemed the logical thing to do.

“Pardon me, Selene.”

Selene turned towards the scientist. “Hm?”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that you’ve never really dealt with weather of this nature before, unnatural as the situation may be.”

“No, not really,” Selene admitted. “Ithaquack isn’t very apt to get snow or ice. Even our winters are usually in the teens, temperature-wise.”

“That doesn’t sound that warm to me, Selene,” Della noted. “Not even seasonably warm.”

“She means on the Celsius scale,” corrected Gyro.

“Oh. Right,” Della replied.

“Anyway,” Gyro continued, removing his own jacket, “here…you can borrow my jacket.”

Selene was surprised by the gesture. “Are you sure about this?”

“Why not? You’re not as used to the cold; you could use it more. I can find another.”

“Well then,” Selene smiled. “Thank you very much, Dr. Gearloose; that’s rather nice of you.”

“Don’t mention it.” He turned to Della. “That goes for you too, Duck.”

Della feigned offense. “What? I wouldn’t tell a soul! Okay, fine.”

Selene looked a little confused by the banter between the pilot and the scientist. Gyro just headed to the back to find another coat.

#hope you like it anon!#ducktales #gyro gearloose #selene ducktales #platonic sentence starter prompt #ducktales fanfiction

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Edge of the World; The Original S2 Finale?

Hot take, but while everyone is convinced that the original S2 finale would’ve basically been Hollow Mind had the show not been shortened... I’m of the belief that the original S2 finale would’ve been about King (so probably something like Edge of the World), or at least the events of Belos’ mind would’ve heavily involved him.

I say this because of my personal theory that just as there are three core protagonists to the show -Luz, Eda, and King- there are three seasons, and that each corresponds to a member of our main trio. And I think to figure out which season ‘belongs’ to a certain character, I think it basically boils down to how much of their development it contains.

After all, S2 has a LOT of King episodes and major revelations that deeply change how both we and and he himself view King; Information about his past, the introduction of his father as a storyline, in general King going on this specific journey and quest with a relatively concrete end goal. Him recognizing that he’s a kid, coming to terms with this newfound feeling about his missing dad, embracing Eda as a mom, and of course becoming a Titan.

By that logic, S1 is Eda’s; It’s where she undergoes perhaps the MOST change (though it’d be folly to suggest the characters don’t undergo plenty of development in seasons ‘not their own’); She really learns to open and grow into being a mentor, rekindles her relationship with Lilith. Eda grapples with her curse and manages to come to terms with a lot of it, even as she loses her magic.

Eda and King both undergo major, substantial changes to their lives and characters, with a lot of context reveal as well; IIRC one of the writers even pointed out how a lot of S1 centered around Eda’s curse, and the truth she learns about her past; Just as King learns of his own past. And to finish that logic...

Well, S3 is Luz; It’s the culmination of the main protagonist’s arc, and as the main character whom the show thematically revolves around, it makes sense that as the show ends, so too does Luz’s personal journey. Like Eda and King, Luz undergoes a major revision in how she perceives herself in S3; Eda learns self-love and sees her value as a mentor, King recognizes he’s a child who just wants his family and not power... And Luz, we see how the guilt of the previous seasons comes crashing down on her.

Luz is a far cry from her bubbly, optimistic self. And likewise, in S3 we’ve already learned some MAJOR revelations about her past and background, her family, that deeply redefine our understanding of Luz; Just as we did Eda with her sister, King with his father. We find out about Manny, how his death influenced Luz, and learn how her mother went through the same things as her. We learn how a family member’s actions deeply impact the focus protagonist of their respective season.

Plus, there’s Luz also beginning to finally realize and change her understanding of herself, figure out that she’s loved; That it’s okay for her to make mistakes, that she IS a good and effective person. It’s where Luz will figure out what she wants and who she is, which coincides with her Palisman hatching. And we’ll likely see Luz learn about Camila’s similarities to herself, and gain a lot more introspection from that.

So, amidst my theory that each season of The Owl House is dedicated to the arc of a specific member of the core trio; This brings me back around to my main point, which is that if S2 is about King, then the finale would’ve been as well. And it still kind of is; It’s called King’s Tide, and King acts as a major player with an enormous impact, altering the course of the series by releasing the Collector. He’s the hidden ace up the sleeve, and the Collector is an antagonist deeply personal to him and Titans in general.

This matches with S1′s finale, with Eda confronting Lilith, and her great-great-etc. uncle Belos. The S1 finale and its buildup episode are all about Eda and her curse, and everyone doing what they can to save Eda; Eda is the core of the story, everyone’s thinking and talking about Eda. Her curse comes to a climax here.

Now, King’s Tide may not be as focused on King as Eda’s season finale was for her, but again; We have to remember that the show was shortened, so the writers had to fit in a LOT of stuff. And they still did for King, dedicating and naming a whole episode after him grappling with and coming to terms with his Titan identity. Comparatively, Hunter’s gets his coping arc over being a Grimwalker in S3...

So yeah; I think that regardless of whether Hollow Mind would’ve happened in S2 or S3, had the show not been shortened; I don’t think it would’ve been the original finale of S2. Probably a major episode in 2B at the earliest, but ultimately, I think the original S2 finale would’ve revolved around King. It likely would’ve followed most of the same beats as Edge of the World, but with more time to breathe between those events and the revelations of Belos’ mind. There likely would’ve been the plot point of recruiting King’s “people” as allies against Belos, and maybe emphasizing his status as a Titan to disprove Belos’ own claims of enacting its will.

Of course, this work would’ve happened in S3; But I think it’s likely that just as we got a huge earth-shattering revelation about Eda’s curse at the end of S1, we would’ve had the same with the reveal that King is a Titan at the end of S2; Their respective seasons also have a major sacrifice that leads them to push a desperate Luz away! And then S3, of course, is naturally all about Luz, and has already shaped itself to be that way so far... Though the established pattern does make me concerned for Luz, especially her own self-sacrificial tendencies and guilt, desire to make up for her failures, and possibly literal foreshadowing to her being stabbed (because she and Marcy Wu apparently aren’t similar enough)...

But yeah, that’s my take. I love Hunter and I LOVE Belos and their importance can’t be denied; But based on the patterns, and how dear of a character King is to Dana in particular... I really am convinced that Edge of the World, or something similar in themes and focus, would’ve been the true finale to S2. As it stands post-shortening, S2 is still very arguably King’s in many senses, already! Echoes of the Past; Edge of the World; O Titan, Where Art Thou; He’s had his most major episodes and focus in this season, and that’s just the obvious episodes, not counting the important moments in others as well.

Plus, imagine the original plan for Season 2 ending on a somber, melancholy moment of reflection like this;

Definitely an interesting contrast to Season 1 having our protagonists look forward to the future, even as the foreboding Day of Unity takes over on Belos’ end... We see King finally saying hi to his dad for the first time in his life, despite his dad having been there since the very start, and there being no way possible for King’s dad to be absent; Then we get another video message from Luz to Camila; And finally cut to Belos and how just as with the Portal incident and Eda and Lilith’s escape, he’s unfazed by the revelation of his true identity and motives. The Day of Unity continues on regardless...

#the owl house #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #edalyn clawthorne #luz noceda #meta

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RIO/MANNY x black! READER / Summer Prompts !

A/N: y’all seem to like domestic Rio/manny from me and I’m here to deliver with some mess on the side ofc! This was supposed to be out before the fourth but…I was too lazy and unmotivated to write lol but reading some books that are collecting dust in my room inspired me to! Hope you had a fun and safe holiday IF you celebrate lmao. We only celebrate since it’s my big bro’s bday. Anyways!!! This was deeply inspired by all those fireworks gone wrong videos that seem to surface every year! Here’s a cute? Summer prompt. Hope this doesn’t flop like my others ones ✌🏽

WARNINGS: violence, violence, violence! Disability, trauma, mentions of edibles + language — if you’re familiar with my work then this isn’t news to you! 😆 + mentions of the punisher crossover but not overly important!

Song playing in the background while written if you’re wondering or not—it’s fine—

#11. Fireworks from this prompt list here.

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To cope with the fact that you almost lost the love of your life, you went out and bought a boat.

“Mama, what’s this charge on the joint account?” Manny scratched at his buzzed hair, looking at you underneath his lengthy eyelashes as he sat at the dining table.

You hummed as you placed your sleepy daughter, Emmanuelle, “Emmy,” into your husband’s lap. With ease he wrapped a arm around her entire waist as the 3C girl relaxed into her father’s chest, not talking his ear off this evening.

Plopping down in the chair next to them with your glass of Sauvignon Blanc, you slid the bank statement closer to your line of vision since you took your contacts out for the night. Your eyes scanned over the numbers from last month, resulting in you lifting your shoulders, nonchalant.

“Yes, that’s the boat I bought this summer for us to take out on the lake.”

Manny twitched his bottom lip to the side, slightly biting down on it as he deeply inhaled, “…we ain’t discuss that. Anything that’s coming out of our shared account is usually discussed and I’ve got a fantastic memory so…run that by me again.”

Raising your brows you huffed out a laugh, “oh yeah? How about when you spend thousands on toys for your baby girl?”

“I enjoy spoilin’ my girls, sue me.”

“And I enjoy retail therapy.” You challenged, raising your glass as you swallowed the rest of your wine before getting to your feet, “it’s your turn for night time duty with Emmy, i don’t think she’ll give you too much of a hard time tonight.”

Standing up, you leaned forward to place a kiss on top of Emmy’s almond scented thick hair and walked off with Manny watching you leave.

“Yeah, at least somebody won’t.” Manny muttered, as he lightly began to bounce the four year old on his lap.

Manny should have known that this was going to be hard for you. No matter how hard you tried to downplay the situation. You weren’t a stranger to the dark side, mostly everybody on your fathers side was part of the one-niners and although they tried to not include you in the stigma, you ended up with someone who was simply on the other side.

The wrong side.

The two of you been married since twenty-one and twenty-two and dealing with each other for much longer (17-18)…minus the times you broke up. There was no escaping what you had and what Manny was involved in. Usually people tended to keep you out of it all but it was almost next to impossible considering who you surrounded yourself with. You weren’t completely innocent, you learned at a young age with your dad and uncles in and out of prison and what small jobs were asked of you. This was the real time you had to get your hands dirty, when it became knowledge that the sons put a hit out on the Mayans.

All of the Mayans, including the Yuma Charter.

It was that gnawing at your gut that got you involved. When you haven’t heard from Manny and with the recent death of Canche, you did not have a good feeling. So with a quick call to your girls (real girl gang shit!) and cousins, you rode out for your man.

That was the first time you committed a crime or what you considered a real crime: homicide and everyone expected you to be shell shocked, much like you were in those brief moments you put Issac down on his got damn knees.

Not in the way that he wanted, that’s for sure.

“Y/N.”

Humming on your side now in bed, you didn’t bother to turn to Manny who rested beside you.

“Are we gonna have a honest conversation about you purchasing that big ass boat that’s sitting in the front yard?”

Keeping your eyes closed you continued resting on your hands, “What’s there to talk about? I bought it for us but if you don’t want to use it, I can always take the girls.”

“So you can throw ass at some horny college boys passing by?” You could tell Manny was shaking his head, “absolutely not. I know how y’all get with Julio in your system—it’s not even about the boat, it’s your mental behind that.”

“I always wanted a boat, I saw it, wanted it aaand,” You sung, “I got it. Next time I’ll purchase it from my account but it’s a family gift…so I didn’t see the big deal.”

Next time?

It was Manny’s turn to raise his brows.

“You know baby girl might be traumatized being in a big body of water like that.” He spoke.

That’s when you turned slightly to face him in the dim room. It happened last summer on a lake house trip in upstate New York, Emmy was in the water with your mother on a floaty. There was another boat close by with some college students on water ski’s. Somehow Emmy got away from your mother, ended outside of her floaty and under the water where her arm got caught in their blade. Your daughter almost lost her entire arm and that was probably one of the most scariest moments of your life.

Of course you took that into consideration, what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t? When you were growing up you were hardly a water person but your mother forced you along with your siblings to like it. Your father wasn’t much of a water person either but he preferred the lake over the beach any day.

“She might,” you answered, “but she’s gradually getting familiar with the water again after she received her prosthetic. We’ll have her safe in the kiddie pool. Not the lake. We all unfortunately get exposed to things we don’t want to, doesn’t mean we have to live in fear over it.”

Manny tilted his head at you, lightly damping his lips. “Mama. I understand where you’re comin’ from but we agreed we weren’t gonna do that, raise our kids how our parents did us.”

“Have you met your child, Manuel?” You stared hard at the man you usually adored but was on your nerves tonight, “she’s ambitious, quick on her feet, and will do whatever she wants when she wants, just like you.”

Manny rubbed at his mouth in thought. The last part sounded more like you but he wasn’t about to argue that, not tonight. It was evident you weren’t keen on explaining yourself fully to him, he figured that was only a conversation you wanted to have with your therapist. Manny meant to run up on the therapist after he left the club the other night but given that he was at war with the sons, he had to make sure he was coming straight home to you and Emmy. He wasn’t sure if the sons knew what you did but he was positive this would be a everlasting war, since more of their own were dropping like flies.

However that meant getting the one-niners involved since you were technically part of them. Manny made it his job now to inform the rest of the charters but it was to his surprise to learn Ezekiel Reyes now sat in the president’s chair. That was a problem for another day but right now his focus was on you.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” He pressed the side of his head into the crease of his shoulder.

Manny watched as your body seemed to release some of the tension in it. You smacked the back of your hand against his face, making him grab your hand to nip at your fingers.

“Duh, we’re in this for life dummy. I just don’t want to be vulnerable around you right now, want to focus on the positive and moving forward. Is that too much to ask for?”

Manny could respect that. When you were growing up you were much more sensitive when he first met you, he found that shit cute and poked fun at you, cooing, “sweetheart!” Whenever he greeted you. Life has a way of changing you either for the better or the worse, manny was still unsure where you fell on that line; especially now that he put you in the position to save him from being burned alive.

He lifted his thin frame off the bed to slide in beside you as you rolled back onto your side. He entangled himself with you, cuddling you like you were his damn pregnancy pillow, smushing his face against the side of yours.

Sliding a bit against your champagne colored silk scarf you laughed as he clicked his tongue in irritation. It was his own fault for having dewey skin and thinking he could just rest comfortably against your scarf like that. He knew what the deal was so he shouldn’t be acting brand new.

Once he was comfortable fidgeting his face around, he let out a small sigh as he squeezed you tight against him.

“Aight focusing on the positive, got it.” He responded after awhile, “want to hear something that I know that you don’t?”

“Um…”

“Your moms planned a gathering here at the spot for the fourth. Called me about it and said she’s tired of having it at her place and that it was time for us to host, her words: we had a big enough break since Christmas.” Manny stated making your eyes snap open.

He wouldn’t allow you to turn and face him with how snug he had you in his arms though.

“How the hell is that positive? Basically she just told you what the fuck she’s gonna do? Not ask?! The fourth is three days away, we don’t have enough time to plan for that shit! You have shit going on at the club, I’m frequently at therapy now while still managing a boutique, on top of that with a hyperactive four year old—I don’t even like having people in our house and she knows that.” You grumbled.

Manny laughed, “and you said baby girl gets doing what she wants when she wants from me? Yeah aight. That’s all your side.”

If your arms weren’t locked in Manny’s arms right now, you’d elbow the shit out of his ribs.

“Don’t stress, we always make it work don’t we? Just relax and try to get some sleep, I’m right here.” His smooth voice provided you the comfort you needed as the night shined on.

★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆

The night sky began to burn in navy blue with specs of pearls that waved hello. The cookout seemed to fly by pretty quickly despite the stress your mother placed on you. She always had these bright ideas but at least she was here to help out with setting up and making sure the food was right. With everything going on you wanted to cater but your mother wasn’t having that…which meant more work. It was almost as if this was thanksgiving and Christmas all over again with how much dedication she put into it all. If showing up at nine in the morning didn’t speak for your mother, then there wasn’t much more you could say to convince anyone else.

“Your mother means well,” your father would always excuse—until she pissed him off that is.

So you had his voice in the back of your head whenever she ticked you off throughout the day. Once the woman had a edible mid-afternoon she calmed her boisterous attitude down for awhile until one of your best friend’s, Cherish requested the DJ—her on and off again boyfriend to play one of Chris Brown’s tracks from his new album, that your mother came down from her high. It was already a sight to see your mother act a fool to Al Green but it was a whole other thing once she heard Chris Brown.

True embarrassment was felt even when your no good friends and cousins hyped her up. You been seen enough, keeping your distance across the yard as you mingled with a few old friends that came up from NYC: Frank, Karen, Billy, David and his wife, Sarah. Manny wasn’t that found of the three men, especially David but he kept it cordial as you did the same with Ezekiel and Angel Reyes.

You weren’t sure what Manny was thinking by allowing not only the brothers but the rest here at your home, your supposed safe haven. They maybe working together and Manny was still holding onto the benefit of the doubt when it came to EZ but you knew Manny was smarter than what he was playing at.

It was hard for you to hide your emotions when you didn’t fuck with people, so you didn’t hold your tongue when your husband introduced you. You found Angel big headed (literally) and annoying much like your late friend, Johnny Cruz told you he was. He was basically a man-child and you heard the gossip from other women who were friends of your girl-friends how he couldn’t get his shit together. You knew men like him, shit, you fucked men just like him in college when you and manny weren’t together. So to have him standing here in your home simply annoyed you. It was projection sure but you couldn’t really help that.

Ezekiel on the other hand had this arrogance about him. You only heard some of the chatter the Yuma charter would say once they all became acquainted and it was clear they didn’t fuck with their side. However Manny was one to always look at situations from all perspectives…which was odd to you since he made it clear he would kill and die for your child. EZ seemed to be analyzing you as much as you were him, although he had such a charming smile, you saw darkness in those honey wooded eyes.

So you kept your distance from most of the Mayans, mostly speaking to Marcus, his family, and what was left of the Yuma Charter, if you weren’t speaking to your own.

The night was running as decent as could be until a pop ripped through the air. It seemed as if you almost stopped breathing, your head searching for the cause of the sound as smoke flew into the air; before multiple pops ripped in the sky; forming colors.

“Now who the hell?” You heard one of your friends ask.

You heard manny call out, “yo, primo Jamal! This what we doing? Give me a signal next time, man.”

You noticed all of the clubs holding onto their straps.

Your cousin, Jamal, grinned from his spot from the side of the house, “just had to make sure these old things still work my guy!”

“Okay, nobody told you to do that tho.” You called out, eyes in slits.

He kissed his teeth, “everybody else startin’, we can’t go out like some punks! Gotta show ‘em what we got!”

“I’m with Jamal!” Angel agreed, beer bottle held up in the air.

Your glare was now on the taller bearded man across the yard and Manny held his hands out to you, telling you he would handle it. He motioned to the DJ to keep the music going as he waved the Mayans from both charters to follow him to a few of your cousins that huddled together. Shaking your head you inhaled air through your smile as you turned back to the conversation you were sharing with your amused sibling.

What happened next may or may not be triggering. With the music down, the smell of charcoal still lingering in the air, stomach’s full, and gentle night breeze swirling around, most gathered around to watch the fireworks decorate the sky. You could hear in the distance other fireworks going off and what seemed like a nice way to end the night, quickly turned into another nightmare you didn’t need.

The first and second round of works were cool, pretty even but as the third was starting you found that you wanted to be under your man’s arm with your daughter clinging onto either of you. You quickly became bored with the continuous popping and began to move through the yard as everyone watched in awe or brought their phones out for keepsake. As you were making your way through the yard, you had that feeling in your stomach again, making you pause.

A garbage can was smoking on the opposite side; away from where mostly everyone was gathered. Before you could pry your lips apart, the garbage can lifted from its side into the air with the deafening sound of a BOOM that shook the ground. You flinched, watching in horror as your backyard filled with smoke, sparks flying rapidly and shooting towards the windows of your home.

You were sure you would need window replacements now.

“Y/N!” You heard Manny yell over the screams of your running guests.

The can began to spin at the impact once it fell back to the ground, spitting out more fireworks towards any and everybody. You spotted your cousin Jamal laying on the ground now, a great distance from the garbage can.

Before you could make your way over to his stupid ass, the smoke began to make your eyes burn as more fireworks went off from all areas of the backyard now. You felt a hand grip your wrist and yank you through the smoke and away from possible damage.

You panted as you now stood in the street, slightly choking as you used one hand to hold onto one of your thighs. Rubbing your eyes you faced Manny’s who watched you in concern while he held onto Emmy, who clung to his neck.

“You okay, mama?”

The sound of the mini explosions made your heart pound. Using the back of your arm you wiped the sweat that began to form at your forehead and shakily gathered your hair up to air your kitchen out. Swallowing, you folded your fingers into your palms silently motioning for your child who easily gripped onto you, swinging her legs around your hips.

“If Jamal isn’t dead, I’m gonna kill him.” You gritted.

You hugged Emmy who giggled against your neck, “mommy, that was fun!”

Fun? It was time for her to go to bed, for real.

You snapped your head back at Emmy who giggled up at you and you shook your head as you placed her head against your chest. You mouthed to Manny who bit back a smile, “thats your crazy child.”

The lanky tattooed man leaned towards you, pressing a hand into your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re alright. We’re alright. Right? Everybody okay?!” He turned to the guests that stood in the street.

“Hell nawl!”

“I think I done shitted on my Versace.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah.”

“What a party!”

“I guess.”

“Do we look alright to you, homie?”

“The hell was that?!” A few of the Mayans echoed after the short troll doll looking one, you think Manny said his name was Bishop, exclaimed.

You noticed Ezekiel nodding his head for Manny to head his way and it was your turn to grip his wrist. Immediately he faced you, his eyes soft but questioning before his mouth did.

“If anybody is truly hurt, and I hope to God they aren’t. they’ll think this is the son’s doing but if it turns out to be the Reyes brother’s…this is going to be a real fucking,” you whispered the swear knowing you had your daughter in your arms, “problem, I promise you.”

Manny searched your eyes, noticing the major shift in you since you had his back weeks ago.

“I know, y/n. I hope that’s not the case, for their sake. I got us, always.” He pulled the both of you into a long embrace.

Boldly you responded, “me too.”

You pulled back, peering up into his eyes to let him know you meant that, in which he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and dipped his head at you, squeezing your shoulders, he leaned forward to peck your lips quickly before spinning on his heels to handle business, as usual.

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Continue along with summer anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #good girls nbc #rio x black!reader #mayans mc fx #mayans mc x reader #manny mayans x reader #manny montana #the punisher #ez reyes #Angel Reyes #marcus alvarez #bishop losa #johnny cruz #Johnny coco cruz #coco cruz

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