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queers-gambit · 8 months

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God's Plan

prompt: your boyfriend carries the worst parts of his job home, bringing to life one of your deepest-seeded insecurities. or when Carmy calls you clingy.

pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader pairing: Carmy x Peach

fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

word count: 3.3k+

note: she's short. she's to the point. author doesn't want to hear a GODDAMN THING about "glorifying" toxic relationships. shut the fuck up, eat your cereal, read the fic or just scroll away.

warnings: cursing, small angst, short fic, author mildly gave up, hurt with no real comfort, allusion to toxic family relationship, insecurity, not edited.

part two: Two to Tango

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"Hey, what're you still doin' here?"

You glanced up from your computer, smiling at your coworker, "Just trying to get the study notes finished so they can be used for the analysis."

"Okay...? But you realize what time it is, right?"

You hummed, glancing at the analog clock, "Just about 7?"

"Yeah, so, go home," she chuckled. "Work's still gonna be here tomorrow."

"I'll see you then," you dismissed softly, watching her smile and turn away from your desk. You tried to get back into work, but the truth was, you felt overly burned out, but still wanted to work because it'd make you feel better being "good" at your job.

So, in reality, you didn't get home until 10:56 pm, yet still beat Carmy. You ate something simple, cleaned up, got a shower, and crashed into bed. You didn't know the time, but Carmy eventually came home; his arm heavy around you when settling for sleep.

You were the first up and out the door the next morning, just barely seeing Carmy when he got up for coffee. You managed a single kiss before rushing away, needing to get to work on time. When you got there, your entire morning was blocked for client meetings, then you took lunch, later, team meetings, and then the last hour or so of work was meant for individual recreation.

Another day of staying late, trying to finish work you thought was important. Another day of getting home late, missing your man, going to bed, and only seeing him the following morning.

However, this time at work, your boss told you that the analysis meetings were pushed back by a week... So, technically, you stayed late and busted your ass for no literal reason! And your coworker's entire cup of coffee spilled on you. And your Outlook email was under maintenance, so, you couldn't really work. And then, to top off a really shitty week, your car was hit in the parking lot and now had a huge fucking dent.

You were beat.

You were overwhelmed.

You were miserable, stressed, righteously confused.

You didn't stay late that night. Instead, you left at a normal hour and texted Carmy:

what time do you think you'll be off?

He replied when you got to your car:

maybe around 8?

You sniffled, nodding, answering:

okay, see you when you get home.

As you exited the parking lot, he replied:

what? you're off?

And you answered:

yeah, couldn't stand being there much longer. think you could get off a little early?

When you made three turns, he sent back:

i'll try, peach 💙

When you got home, you felt utterly defeated. Life felt like a never ending shitshow that refused to alleviate most of the stress you forced to endure. You were in tears by the time you got in the door, angrily stripping and getting a long, hot shower. You cried a little longer. When you got out, you got dressed in cozy shorts and one of Carmy's sweatshirts; going about a few household chores when you realized it was already past 9.

You didn't really want to, but you texted Carmy again,

hey, are you gonna be much later?

You made a simple meal, eating it in silence. When you were doing dishes, Carmy answered,

i don't know, going over menu items with syd. text you on my way home

You just went to bed, exhaustion from the week catching up to you.

Sometime later, you felt Carmy crawl into bed beside you. You were only half awake, but still turned over and nestled into his chest, hearing him sigh. "You're home late," you mumbled.

"Sorry f'wakin' you, Peach," he whispered, pecking your forehead. "You good, baby?"

"S'been a long fuckin' week," you squeezed him.

He sighed, "Sorry it was rough, Peach, but hey, hey, back up a little, 's kinda warm."

"But I haven't seen you."

"I know, but it's just warm. We'll cuddle in the morning, okay?" You only sighed and turned back over to face away from him. You resettled with your pillow, just settling when he asked in a hardened tone, "You mad?"

"No, Carmen, go to sleep."

"You sound mad."

"I'm not."

"I don't mean to piss you off, it's just been a long night f'me and I don't want to cuddle right now," he said in a sharp tone that made your stomach coil and churn.

"Shut up, I'm not mad, Carmen, go to sleep."

He scoffed, your irritation spiking. "You're really fucking mad 'cause I don't want you laying on me right now?"

"No, Carmen, Jesus - "

"Callin' me fuckin' Carmen doesn't help," he snapped.

You sat up and turned to him, "You want me to be mad? Maybe I'm a little pissed off that I've barely seen my boyfriend this week! Not like you've made an effort to speak to me, but I've had a pretty shitty time at work, too - so, excuse the fuck outta me for feeling disappointed!"

"Disappointed in fucking what, Peach? In not wanting t'cuddle right now?"

"Maybe, yeah! I'm upset, stressed out, maybe I just wanted some comfort, God! Now you're all up in arms, I just wanted to go to sleep - but no, you want to pick at me!"

"Oh, Jesus, fucking Christ! You couldn't just talk to me about you having a shitty week, you gotta be laid up on me? When the fuck did you get so Goddamn clingy and desperate for fucking attention? Huh? So fucking desperate for love? Sorry you had a shitty week, darling, but you're not alone in that. Sorry if it's fucking hot and I just want to sleep."

Feeling yourself fighting a losing battle because he wasn't listening, you just sighed, "Okay, Carmen."

He scoffed again, turning over to face away from you, "Know what? Fuck you, sweetheart."

You stared at his back for a long minute, feeling shocked by his words. "You can be such a fucking dick, you know that?" You snapped, standing from bed.

"And you can be a dramatic bitch."

"Yeah, that's me, the bitch you chose, huh!?" You rolled your eyes and nodded sarcastically; taking the blanket from the end of the bed, figuring he wouldn't miss it since he was so fucking hot. With only your phone and charger, you went out to the living room and crashed on the couch; covering up and crying quietly into a pillow from the overwhelming stress built in your chest. You felt guilt plunging your stomach, tearing it apart; feeling as if it were your fault for having physical touch as a love language.

Sleep evaded you that night. About an hour before your alarm, you called in sick and shut your phone off, resettling in misery as Carmy left the bedroom for work. You didn't move, never opened your eyes. However, they popped open in surprise when Carmen shoved your shoulder, "Hey."

"What?" You muttered.

"You're late for work."

"Called in."

He snorted, "Yeah, must be nice."

You didn't say anything else, feeling utterly defeated by his sharp words. The lack of response made Carmy pause and glance over at you from the kitchen, honest surprise coloring his system because he usually knew you to bite back. But you were quiet and still, the only indication you were even alive being the slow drag of your shoulders.

He let the door slam after he left for work, and you instantly sobbed. What you didn't know was that Carmy had come back, forgetting something mundane, and came to a halt outside the door when he heard you crying. He felt guilty, but Carmy wasn't usually one to confront problems; he instead ran away, like always.

After a night of exhaustion, you finally cry yourself to sleep.

When Carmy got home that night after work, he found you still huddled on the couch. After a look around, he realized you hadn't moved all day; nothing to eat, nothing to drink... He wanted to wake you but still felt so fucking irritated from his job that the idea of reconciling with you felt far fetched. So, he did what he did best and isolated himself by going to the gym for a few hours.

You still hadn't woken up when he got back.

So, he just went to bed; hating sleeping alone but hating his pride more because it refused to let him get up and go get you. Carry you to bed. Smother you in apologies. Beg for forgiveness. He was cold that night.

You were awake around 4 am.

The entire apartment felt as cold and aloof as your boyfriend. You felt so silly for still being there, knowing you paid for an apartment of your own, but liking that Carmy's place was closer to your work. And he never asked you to leave, in fact, the times you went home, he was calling you within hours to beg you to come back because he hated sleeping alone.

Whatever happened to that lad? The one who was so in-love with you that he would desperately ask you to come "home" to him? Who was this man now? Who called you clingy, desperate... A bitch.

You could only stand to make coffee, feeling powerless in this tension. You didn't want him to ignore you any longer, feeling like you'd drop to your knees for his forgiveness if it would end this feud; but you weren't so naïve. You spent several long minutes mentally prepping yourself for more anxiety, telling yourself you could handle the day if you just powered through it. Everything should be fine so long as you didn't do anything else to upset him, as long as you didn't do anything to warrant him yelling at you - again.

You finally decided on an emotion, since you could feel so many at any given point in time, and since this situation was one you've never encountered before. Carmy had brought forth one of your biggest insecurities and then smashed it in your face like punk-ass siblings did to your birthday cake. You decided you were hurt by his words, tone, and actions; you were hurt by the man you loved unconditionally, and that was a terrifying thought on its own. He was once a man you thought couldn't do any wrong, to now being a man you were unsure of how to even speak to; fearful, as you once were as a child, to upset him and create hostility directed at you.

Carmy often forgot he didn't have a monopoly on toxic, complicated family dynamics, but being that Mikey was still so fresh for him, you kept quiet about your own issues in an effort to be a loving, supportive girlfriend. Yet even while trying not to upset anyone, to create tension, you somehow managed to. You felt your heart and soul shrivel into a withered raisin when you remembered your family and how they constantly put you down; saying that nobody wanted a girl like you who tried, tried, and tried again only to fail. They thought you were damaged goods, treated you as such and always smeared your name in the mud whenever you thought you had found someone to love you and be loved by you.

All that trauma was rearing its ugly head now, making doubt sink into the cracks of your relationship. No matter how hard he tried, Carmy couldn't ever take those words back once they've been said, and he had to understand that going forward, this would strain your relationship. Taking anger and frustration out on you was inappropriate, putting a bad taste in your mouth; making you wonder how the hell you'd ever move past this when his words circled your head like water draining from the sink.

Sometime around 9 am, you were curled up on the couch with your coffee and a book; Saturday dragging by slowly to allow you the reprieve of being off work. The bedroom door opened and you held your breath; sweat breaking out on your brow; heart stammering in your chest. When he came out, Carmy didn't look at you, which allowed you to watch him. He made a to-go cup of coffee, then shouldered his backpack before heading for the door.

"Carmy?" You asked softly in confusion, "I thought you were off today?"

"I am," he replied stiffly, "but I gotta run errands."

You didn't have time to respond before he was storming out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. You blinked in shock, confusion plunging your heart to your feet as you realized he didn't ask you to join him, in fact, he didn't appear to want to tell you his plans until you had to ask directly when he was walking out the door. You felt terrible, more tears swelling in your eyes at the discord your boyfriend prolonged.

Something in your heart snapped and you stood from your seat. With anger coursing through your veins, you turned into a miniature tornado and quickly started gathering whatever you could get your hands on that belonged to you. You had enough, you felt hurt, yes, we established this, but then the disrespect started to overflow out of your heart to color your blood. Never linger where you're not wanted, you should never tear yourself down to that level. Never should have to second guess yourself, either - especially in a space where you're supposed to be safe.

You started to wonder: is it clingy if you made dinner and saved him a plate? Is it clingy if you did his laundry? What about cuddling? Is that clingy? Well, apparently! What else are you wrong about? If you texted him? Asked his opinion? What about if you held his hand - is that clingy, too? Probably!

Physical touch and quality time were your love languages, but after this reaction, you wondered if everything you'd do from now on would be judged? Would you be crucified for showing your love? For trying to participate in your relationship?

All day, you moved your stuff back to your apartment. All shoes, clothes, purses, make-up, haircare and skincare products - any and all period products, too. You left fucking nothing; going as far as to lay face-down the photo of your two on his bedside stand. You'd of taken it, too, but you felt sick at the thought so you left it for him. Sunday night, you didn't return to his apartment, and Carmy didn't call to say goodnight; both figuring the other was still pissed off. Your Monday was long and annoying, but once it was over, you had to admit, it was strange returning to an empty apartment, heat up leftovers, eat while watching some Netflix show, and then crashing into bed - moving mechanically.

Days passed uneventfully, albeit, a bit sluggishly. And then, Thursday arrived, and with it, the shit that would hit the fan.

You were enraptured in this book by Anne Tyler called "Dinner At The Homesick Restaurant," and couldn't stop reading it. You nursed a mug of tea, the outside darkening with an approaching thunderstorm that would talk to you in the silence and send bolts of lightning to illuminate the city. A shrill ringtone then played, making you jump slightly and glance at your phone only to see Carmy's contact name and photo.

You stare at your phone for a long moment, and then, after convincing yourself that ignoring him would only add fuel to the fire, answered quietly, "Hello?"

"Peach? Hey, uh... Are you, um, still at work?"

"No?"

"Where are you, then?"

"I'm home."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"I'm standing right here and you're not, baby, unless you got superpowers or something?" He chuckled nervously, hearing nothing on your end. "In fact, I, uh... I don't see any of your things. You move 'em?"

He'd never admit it, but your personal touch in his living space transformed it into a home; and now that they were all gone, he hated how cold, dreary, and grey the apartment felt.

"Carmy, I mean my home. You know? The apartment I still pay for?"

"Oh, well... Why're you there?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I had to bring my stuff back and leave it somewhere safe."

"It was safe here, Peach," he argued.

"Yeah, but it's your space and last thing I need is to be yelled at and insulted again for being clingy 'cause I left clothes at your apartment."

"Fuc'k's sake," You heard him hiss under his breath, bringing tears to your eyes. "You know I don't mind, I want you to leave shit here so it's easier on you to commute. Look, you know it's Thursday, right? Does our standing date night ring any bells?"

"Okay, but we haven't honored that in weeks? You know, 'cause you've been really busy."

"I thought we could get back into it tonight."

You sighed, turning the page in your book, "No, I don't think so, but thanks anyway."

He took a long pause, asking nervously, "What's wrong, Peach?"

"Nothing. Is there anything else, Carmen? I'm in the middle of shit."

"Oh, uh, n-no, I guess that's it. You comin' over tomorrow?"

"No. I told my brother I'd help him this weekend."

"But tomorrow's... Friday?"

"Yeah, that's how a calendar works. I have to travel to get to him," you scoffed.

"You didn't think to tell me?"

"Why would I?"

"You tell me everything! You don't think that's something I should know? That my girl's not even gonna be here this weekend?"

"Well, you're the one who said I was fucking clingy, remember!?" You finally snapped. "So, I'm giving you all that space you wanted!"

"Baby - "

"No, it's a great idea. We need space, Carmen; this isn't fair to either of us anymore," you spoke seriously, the line going quiet.

"What?"

"We need space from this relationship."

"I don't. I don't need space, Peach, baby, no, just listen, okay? I'm so sorry, I came home stressed out and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, I really am, this isn't what I want. Okay? I'm sorry. Just - come back home and we can - "

"No, you know what? I think I'm the one who needs this space," you snapped. "You said some pretty fucked up things, Carmen, that you can't ever take back, and now that I know, I can't un-know what you think about me. So, I need time to sort myself out."

"What're you saying? A-Are you breaking up with me?"

"Not yet, no."

"Baby, don't do this. C'mon, okay? I'm sorry, baby, I-I-I was wrong for what I said, I didn't - I didn't mean it! None of it, okay? Know I love you, baby, please, just come home, okay? I'm so sorry, I love that you wanna be close to me, I shouldn't've pushed you away. I'm sorry, okay? Please, baby, I'm so sorry. I need you, Peach, please. Just come home, we'll talk it through, I promise, no yelling - "

"I think you already said it all. Your words were 'clingy' and 'desperate'. Oh, and you also called me a 'bitch', so, I'd hate to be the bitch that makes your already stressful life all the harder."

"I didn't mean that - "

"I gotta go, Carmen, we'll talk later, okay? Goodnight."

He froze when he listened to those three distinct beeps that indicated you hung up on him. Confusion and hurt now seeped into the cracks of Carmy's heart; wondering when the hell he'd become so Goddamn self destructive to ruin the best thing he's ever had - you. The apartment might as well turned into ice with the way the light left, your departure suddenly haunting him.

When will these boys learn? The love of a good woman is rare, they'd only ever be so lucky as to think they deserve a woman like you. Nobody ever gets to guilt you for your love language(s) and then grovel for forgiveness. You deserve better, you deserve more; whether you could see that right now or not, you deserved to be loved in the best way for you. And sometimes, that means walking away from something you once thought was exactly what you wanted, but perhaps, never what you needed - call that God's Plan.

[ part two: ] Two to Tango

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marleyybluu · 7 months

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Oscar Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Content warning: swearing, readers (now ex/husband) is still a piece of shit, Oscar gets a little protective, another half ass ending cus I ran out of words, lmk if i miss any. another untitled one cus i suck.

A/N: this is not necessarily part 2, I guess it could be read as a stand alone… idk lol. But this is a part of the 'Another Man’s Treasure' universe.

(I think I've used this picture before but oh well. not mines though)

You let out a heavy, exasperated sigh after turning your car off. Another long shift at the hospital had kicked your ass, you had no energy, just ready to take off your scrubs and dip yourself in a hot bath. Thank goodness your kids would be with their father this weekend, you just needed a break. You decided not to sit and rot in the car as usual, you grabbed all your things and carried them to the door. You unlocked your door and turned the knob pushing your way inside and immediately noticed something wrong.

You look over at the shoe rack and notice your kids' shoes still sitting in their spots, you close the door and your eyes dart in confusion. "Naomi... Malakai... Nathan." You cautiously called out, the sound of their feet thumping against the carpeted floors upstairs, you dropped your belongings and waited at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi, Mommy." Your youngest greeted. "Hi, guys, what-what's going on? You're going to Dad's this weekend. Who's watching you? Grandma?"

Naomi shook her head. "Oscar, we called him to pick us up."

"Yeah, dad didn't show up." Nathan chimed in. Your blood boiled, your nostrils flared in hot anger. This was his second time missing pick-up, you could excuse him for being late and that was you being generous but completely disregarding your agreement was not only disrespectful of you but of your children. Your children who are always so excited to see him and tell him about their week at school, your children who write a list of things they can do with him in the short span of 72 hours. Your eyes softened at them. "Why didn't you call me? You know I would've dropped everything for you guys."

They shrugged. "We didn't want you to get mad."

"Mad?? You guys this is not your fault, are you kidding? Look, just... head back upstairs, I will call your father. Okay?"

The three of them nodded and jogged back to their respective rooms. You took your hair down from its ponytail and scratched your scalp, freeing it from its current state of stress, you groaned walking into the kitchen to see a pile of dishes in the sink and spilling onto the counter. You were not getting to those tonight, way too tired. You heard the whistling of a familiar tune coming up the stairs of the basement, Oscar flicked off the light and stopped whistling when he noticed you, he presented an uneasy smile on his face. A bit scared that you'd be mad he didn't call you when the kids' dad didn't show up. But you tilted your head and smiled earnestly at him.

"Hi, baby." Sleep was very apparent in your voice. "Hola, mi amor." He stretched out his arms and you fell into them, your head resting on his strong chest, his heartbeat against your ear you close your eyes as the hypnotic rhythm brings you a bit of peace. He kissed the top of your head. "How was your day?" You asked. He chuckled. "Good, I missed you though. Made you some food, did the laundry, and I'll do the dishes soon."

"No, it's okay, I'll do them tomorrow morning." You foolishly protested, still not used to having someone else actually do some chores. He sucked his teeth. "No, you won't because they'll be clean by tonight."

You smiled. "Thank you." You whispered. "It's just dishes baby."

You pull your head back to look up at him. "You know what I mean. Thanks for... taking them. Ugh, in my next life, I'll know not to choose an idiot to be the father of my children." Oscar let go of you so you could fish for your dinner, you popped open the microwave to see a plate prepped and ready for you, all you had to do was heat it up. While the buzz of the microwave continued in the background you pulled out your phone from your back pocket, you dialled your ex-husband's number, your nails tapping impatiently on the counter waiting for him to answer.

"Hey, you know what to do." Beep.

You hung up and called again, if he wanted you to act out, oh you'd act out.

On the fourth call attempt, you finally heard noise on the end. "Hello?" He sounded groggy like he'd just woken up. Oh, poor thing.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

He yawned. "What are you talking about?"

You scoffed beginning to pace back and forth in the kitchen you peaked past the arched entrance to see if you had any little listening ears before you let the words fly out of your mouth like a sailor, when it came to him your words were unlady-like. "What the fuck am I talking about? You know, I threw you a pity party by agreeing to shared custody when God knows I could have full, I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain you fucking asshole."

You could hear the amusement in his voice like getting you riled up got him off. "I can't do it this weekend, I told you."

You gritted your teeth remembering his excuse and you telling him that you didn't care. "Oh, yes, how could I forget? Poor you, you can't go out with the boys if you have responsibilities. Meanwhile, I take my children everywhere I go."

"Unless your little boy toy watches them."

"And yet, he's still doing a better job than you." You bit. "Look," You took a deep breath. "Us separating was hard enough on them, don't make this harder by not fulfilling the one thing you're required to do."

He could be heard soughing dramatically, and if you knew him well enough he was rubbing his eyes with frustration crawling under his skin. "Fine, I'll come get them tomorrow."

"Good." You hung up and tossed your phone on the counter with attitude. Your fingers found their usual spot on your temples, you rubbed them with stress written all over your body. This divorce was supposed to make everything easier, no contact with each other unless it involved your kids and yet he was still getting under your skin. A reassuring hand rested on your back. "Go sit, I'll bring the food."

"No, it's-"

"If you tell me no one more time we're gonna have a problem." A playful warning but a warning nonetheless. You put your hands up in surrender and follow his instructions going to the dining room to sit and wait for him. It didn't take long for him to pop up with your food. You looked up at him with puppy eyes and pursed your lips, he leaned down planting a kiss. "I'm gonna get your pyjamas out and get your stuff ready for bed."

You cooed, "You have no idea how much I love you."

He smiled pridefully. "I love you too, ma."

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6 PM.

You checked your phone just to make sure, and yeah, it was 6 p.m. The bright and burning sun was disappearing behind the horizon, the orange and pink hue replaced the blue sky, it was getting darker by the minute and he was still a no-show. Your phone was pressed against your ear as you took a peak at your kids as they sprawled out on the couch watching a movie with Oscar, you smiled softly. "You really don't mind? I'm not trynna get rid of them or anything but their bags have been packed since last night and I just feel so bad." You explained to your mom on the phone.

Oscar turned his head in an attempt to eavesdrop on your conversation. Naomi snuggled herself closer to him, he kissed the top of her head, he'd ask you what happened later.

"Okay, thanks mom, I'll let them know."

You left your phone on the counter and joined your family in the living room with a presentable smile on your face. "Who wants to go see grandma?" They all turned their heads, smiles stretching from ear to ear. "She'll be here soon, you can finish the movie don't worry." They nodded and turned back to the screen, their little bodies wiggling with excitement and anticipation, they loved your mom, she let them get away with anything.

Oscar was still looking at you, you blushed sending him an air kiss and he winked in return. He was first on the to-do list once your gremlins were gone.

Half an hour passed and there was a knock at the door, Malakai was the first to run to the door to let your mom inside. They greeted her before running upstairs to get their belongings. "Thanks again Mom."

"No problem and you two are okay with me dropping them off at school on Monday?"

You nodded. The three musketeers came back downstairs dropping their bags on the floor to hug, kiss and say goodbye to the both of you. Naomi takes a longer time with Oscar's hug. "Can you carry me to the car?" You heard her whisper, he agreed and grabbed her bag taking her outside. And as you stood in the door frame watching him help her inside, all the anger you had from last night and today had seemed to thaw out. You counted yourself as lucky to have found a man who took care of your children as if they were his own, double the luck that they loved him just as much. , sometimes you'd have to pry Naomi off of him when he had to go to work.

Your mom honked her horn and you waved them off blowing kisses until they were out of your view. Oscar walked up the steps, hunched over and looking at you through his brows, you knew what was coming. "Diaz." You warned. He scooped you up throwing you over his shoulder, you squealed and giggled as he carried you into the house. He kicked the door close with his foot, "I'm bout to fuck you up." Such a pleasant threat, especially with the addition of him spanking you. You laughed breathlessly as he tossed you onto the couch, finding himself between your legs.

You cupped his face pulling him in, your lips melting together in a needy chase, his hands wandering your body, making their way inside your shirt. His fingertips tickling your bare skin getting closer... and closer to-

Knock! Knock!

For fuck sake.

"Ignore it." He groaned. You sucked your teeth. "They probably forgot something."

He sighed kissing you once more before you got up leaving him with his blue balls, you opened the door and the smile on your face vanished. "You're kidding. You are fucking kidding me."

"Oh, not happy to see me?" Your ex-husband smugged tilting his head. You were in disbelief, at the audacity of this man to stand on your doorstep with that stupid grin on his face as if nothing was wrong. "I'm not actually. Why are you here?" You asked crossing your arms. He chuckled. "To get my kids?"

Your eyebrows raised in shock. You looked down at your Apple Watch to make sure the time was correct. And it was. "It is almost 7 PM, what time were you supposed to be here?"

He shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"It does fucking matter, Anthony! You said you'd be here at twelve, then you called at twelve saying you'd be here at two. Your children have had their bags packed since last night!" You said raising your voice. You pinched the bridge of your nose. "They're not here. So you can go." You proceeded to close the door but he had quickly wedged his foot in the frame. You looked up at him. "Anthony." You warned, your nostrils flared. That was Oscar's cue to get up and see what was going on, he opened the door and stood behind you with a scowl on his face. Anthony rolled his eyes.

"You couldn't wait to move another man into my house huh?"

"And it's never been more peaceful."

He looked past the both of you. "Where are my kids?"

"They're out."

"Where?"

"Don't worry about it." You sassed. "They at your mom's? 'Cause I'll just go pick them up from there."

"You will not."

He took a step forward causing you to take one back. "Watch me."

Oscar stepped in the middle of both of you, sizing up Anthony. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

Now this was a side you'd yet to see of Oscar. In your many conversations of getting to know each other, he'd felt comfortable enough to inform you of his old life. How he was the leader of an infamous street gang, Los Santos, even showed you pictures. You never wanted to say it out loud, afraid you'd make him feel weird, but seeing him in his cholo attire, the gun tucked in his waist and his shirt lifted up or sometimes off... oh it did something to you. You'd never ask him to delve back into his old ways, but you'd have little fantasies about what he used to be like.

Aggressive.

Rough.

Possessive.

"Nobody's scared of you. Some little bitch from Fiji, you just got here, don't know shit about shit."Anthony challenged, but you knew him well enough. He'd never been in a fight his whole life, you could put a gun next to him he'd piss his pants. Oscar half smiled taking another step forward. Anthony stepped back.

"I may have just got here but at least I know how to pick up my kids on time."

Your heart skipped. My kids.

"Your-"

"I know not to fucking lie to their mother about what time I'm coming to get 'em, I know not to disappoint them because the look on their faces is heartbreaking."

Anthony stuttered backwards, further down the steps and closer to his car. "And I know, that if you go to their grandmother's house and fuck up their weekend, I'll knock your teeth down your throat, pendejo."

You could see your ex-husband swallow any comebacks he had tried to come up with, the slight fear in his eyes as they darted to you as a plea for help but you just crossed your arms and shrugged. You weren't gonna help him. "Get the fuck out my face," Oscar growled. Anthony scurried off so fast you swore you saw smoke under his feet. His tires screeched as he pulled out of your driveway and down the street.

Oscar came back inside, trailing off to the kitchen. You closed the front door and followed him like a lost puppy. He reached into the fridge for one of his Corona’s and popped off the top. You bit your lip. "¿Que pasa?" He asked bringing his drink to his lips. You shrugged. "I think that was a solid first meeting."

He laughed. "Me too."

You leaned over the counter dragging your nail from side to side. "Sooo... was that Oscar or was that Spooky?" He playfully rolled his eyes and looked away. "If I have to go back to Spooky for you, I'll do it."

Your heart fluttered. "Any time?"

"Mhm."

You walked over to him, gently grabbing his hand and guiding him over to the steps and up the stairs. "You think Spooky can show out for one night?"

He pulled his hand from you and smacked your ass.

"Absolutamente, mi amor."

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xoxoavenger · 7 days

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In a Frame on the Highest Shelf

pairing: Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

summary: James is getting smarter and Steve and Y/N are getting more comfortable with each other

word count: 2557

warnings: some self deprecating thoughts but they are assuaged

notes: big thank you to @ilovegerardwayd34d for having the perfect idea for the next part

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Their relationship is interesting, to say the least, after the party.

They don't change their daily life, except now Steve sleeps in the bed with Y/N. She hadn't known that his back was hurting, had felt bad when he popped it the first night in bed with a deep sigh and mentioned how much more comfortable it was. She had begun to apologize, but he told her to stop talking and took her into his arms. They both slept better in the bed together, James in the crib next to them.

Y/N realizes she made the right decision when she wakes up in the middle of the night to Steve not in the bed, instead laying on the ground with an arm in James' crib. Y/N knows this well, that usually James can't go back to bed without some sort of physical contact, and usually takes James into her bed. She thinks maybe Steve was worried about co-sleeping, which is kind of endearing, and she grabs her camera as quietly as she can. The flash is bright, but Steve just takes a sharp breath and rolls a bit.

"Steve," Y/N whispers, putting the photo and the camera down. She reaches over to shake his shoulder, because she doesn't want his back hurting even more. "Come back to bed." She watches as he unravels himself from James, who squirms before going back to sleep. She watches him for a moment, makes sure everything's okay, and then helps Steve back up onto her bed - or their bed? Could she call it their bed now?

"James woke up." Steve mutters, and Y/N looks at the clock. It's early in the morning, but early enough to go back to sleep. The perfect time.

"You did great." Y/N told him, kissing his cheek before laying against his chest. It's her favorite pillow, and Steve doesn't mind because he likes her pillow more than the spare one.

"Mhm." He nods, pulling her closer and pressing his lips to her forehead in a loose version of a kiss.

This life is perfect.

Until it comes crashing down and suddenly Y/N is at her lowest, lower than when she first found out about being pregnant.

It starts with James crying, and Y/N realizes pretty quickly he has a fever. She calls out of work, not able to leave his side. Steve picks up on the house chores, which makes Y/N almost melt if she had the bandwidth to care about anything but her baby. He washes the dishes, takes out the trash, does the grocery shopping and makes food. She lets him feed her while she rocks James the few times he's actually asleep.

"Today is day three." Steve tells her, and she just nods. If she looked up, she'd notice he has dark circles under his eyes that almost match hers, but she is too busy watching the rise and fall of James' chest. His mouth is open, nose stuffed.

She is terrified.

"I should take him to the hospital." She says, about to cry herself. She's so tired, and she would do anything to take this pain away from her baby. She doesn't understand what happened, because they hadn't been around anyone who was sick. She had always been so careful, never wanting to cause her baby harm. This had to be her fault. She must have missed something.

"I can drive you. We can go now if you want." Steve offers, and nods, starting to stand. She'll go in these stained, old, gross clothes, and she hopes there's something quick that can be done to help James.

"Yeah, let's go," She stops talking because James is shaking in her arms, eyes rolled back. "Steve," She has no idea what do, and she knows Steve won't either but her mind can't think.

"Let's go to the hospital now, come on." Steve seems freaked out, scared like Y/N but able to keep himself calm.

"What's going on?" She starts crying, holding James as tight as possible. He stops shaking, but her heart doesn't calm down. She wants to throw up and scream and somehow trade places with James. She feels so helpless, holding her baby as he breathes deeply through his mouth.

"We're gonna be okay," Steve leads her out, both of them without shoes. Y/N doesn't even have socks, but she can't feel the dead grass under her feet, only her baby in her arms. Steve helps her into his car before he runs around to his side, sliding in and starting the car as quick as possible.

"I think he's okay now, I don't know what happened." Y/N can't tear her eyes away from James, who is crying now. She doesn't want to put him in his carseat, even as Steve speeds out of the trailer park and onto the road. He's safe in her arms.

Luckily, the hospital isn't that far, and they pull up in record time. Y/N hops out of the car, looking over at Steve.

"I'll go park the car. I'll find you. Go!" That's all she needs, shutting the door and running into the ER.

Y/N lays in the hospital bed, James laying next to her sleeping. They've given him medication, told Y/N the seizure was only because of his fever and that they'll give him medicine but he'll get better eventaully.

None of that made Y/N feel okay.

Steve sits in the chair in the corner of the room, arms crossed as he watched Y/N smooth James' hair. She felt guilty that he was here, for pulling him into this whole mess. She felt her throat begin to tighten.

"I'm sorry." She whispers, looking up and over at him. He furrows his brows as tears begin to fall down her cheeks. "You can go home if you want." She doesn't even know what her words are supposed to mean.

"Hey," He gets up off the chair and moves to the bed, resting his arms on it to be close to her. "It's okay. Everything is alright. James is okay, it was just a scare. We are okay." He grabs her hand, and it breaks her. She starts crying harder, and then Steve gets on the bed, holding her around James just like he did the night they first kissed. That night wasn't that long ago, but Y/N thinks it might as well have been years.

"This is all my fault." She says quietly, shaking as the sobs rack her body. "I'm a terrible mom and a terrible friend." She tells him, and she truly means it. What kind of mother lets her kid get this sick?

"You're an amazing mother. The best I've ever seen. And a great friend. I'm not just saying that." Steve struggles to get out, not sure what to say.

"But ever since I came into your life, all I've done is mess everything up." She whispers, sniffling and trying not to wake James up. "Your parents kicked you out, Steve. And I have a baby. You shouldn't have to take care of him when I can't." She cries softly. Her eyes are closed, and nothing happens for a moment.

Then Steve reaches out and wipes her tears.

His hands are soft against her cheeks, and she keeps her eyes closed so she doesn't ruin it. They breathe silently, and she sniffles back her tears until Steve has dried her face.

"I wanted to leave." He whispers, and she finally looks at him. His eyes look sad in a way she hasn't seen before, even though they've had the discussion of him leaving his parents house multiple times. "My dad was a terrible father. And my mom wasn't much better. Before recently I didn't understand how parents were supposed to be. But you've taught me what to do. I know today was scary. But you can't push me away now. I'm staying because I chose to, not because I don't have another option."

She wants to say she loves him, but it feels like it's too much, so she reaches over and kisses him, James in the middle, just like their first kiss. She thinks it may be her favorite way to kiss ever.

"When we get home, our home, I'll go get groceries and make dinner while you clean the house and James naps. We'll get our shit together." He rubs her back and kisses her forehead.

"Stit?" James grumbles, because of course he had woken up, and Y/N glares at Steve.

"I'll get ice cream on the way too."

"So, what are you doing for Steve's birthday?" Robin asks. It's been a couple weeks since James went to the hospital, and he's feeling much better now, so Y/N and Steve were both excited to finally see the rest of the group. The adults are all at Eddie's, the kids at Y/N's. The doors are open at both, and Y/N is standing on the porch watching to make sure James is alright even though Max assures Y/N she's watched babies younger than James.

Y/N told Max she's more worried about Dustin.

"Steve's birthday?" Y/N repeats, pulling her gin and tonic from her lips. She hadn't heard anything from Steve about his birthday, which made her realize she didn't know when Steve's birthday was.

Check in the bad girlfriend column.

"Yeah?" Robin asks, sipping her drink with a smile. "It's next Monday. I thought you would have plans, since he hasn't told me any." Y/N's heart drops.

"Monday?" She whispers, turning to look at Steve. He's laughing with Eddie, beers in their hands. Y/N feels the need to smoke a cigarette.

"Did Steve not tell you his birthday?" Robin asks, and Y/N shakes her head, walking inside. Robin calls after her, but she pretends like she doesn't hear, downing her drink and setting the cup down on a table. She knows where Eddie keeps her cigarettes, so she walks past everyone and into the kitchen, grabbing a cigarette and walking out to the small porch.

Steve didn't tell her his birthday.

Why didn't he tell her? They've had a busy month, sure, but his birthday is important. Not everything can be about her all the time. She feels like shit.

"What's goin' on?" Steve is suddenly behind her, hand on her back as he stands close to her. She looks over at him sadly, handing him the cigarette. Every time she's had one, she shares it with him when he's around. She lets him take a long drag, and then she turns to him. She feels his hand move from her beck to her hip, and she tries not to let it distract her.

"Why didn't you tell me your birthday is in a couple days?" She asks, not breaking eye contact. To his credit, Steve doesn't try and act like he doesn't know what she's talking about. He doesn't look around and try to figure out an excuse. He keeps staring, even as he sighs.

"James was in the hospital a couple weeks ago and we just got back to normal. I didn't want to stress you out and I knew you would want to do something." He tells her, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Because I care." She whispers, putting a hand on her on his chest. "We're all okay now, we can celebrate your birthday." She puts the other hand on his face, rubbing her thumb across his face.

"We don't have to." He tells her, putting the cigarette out and letting his other hand fall to her waist.

"Steve, come on. It's your birthday." She's sure his parents always belittled his birthday, so she wants to make sure he has an actual birthday party. "Tell me what you wanna do, and I'll take care of it." She leans against him, trying to get him to agree, but he shakes his head.

"I just want-" He doesn't tell her what he wants, because all the sudden the kids are all screaming. Y/N and Steve only make it half way across the grass when Dustin appears, holding two pictures in one hand and James in the other arm. Max and Lucas pop up on the other side, and they all clamber out of the trailer.

"What happened?" Y/N asks as she meets them, taking James into her own arms. Dustin lets her, but his face has a wide smile that matches the other kids, all of which who have started piling out. James seems to be fine, happy even with all the yelling.

"Watch this!" Lucas yells. Y/N expects James to startle, but he must be used to the noise because he squeals.

"We were trying to teach James our names, and then we were quizzing him on yours," Max starts, pointing at the pictures. The first is Y/N in the hospital with James right after she gave birth. A nurse had taken the picture, and it was the only one she had with both of them for months. She smiles at the picture. "Who's that?" Max points at Y/N, and James kicks his legs into Y/N.

"Mama!" He squeals, and Y/N kisses his forehead. He's been saying 'mama' for months, but it's still cute.

"Who's this, James?" Dustin asks as he moves the pictures to reveal the first picture of James and Steve; the one of James on Steve's chest. James looks so young Y/N wants to cry, even though it was just a couple months ago. She's studying the picture so closely she doesn't realize what James says.

"Dada!"

Everyone is quiet, heads snapping to Steve. Y/N's jaw drops as James continues to babble "dadada" and then wiggles to get out of her arms. She lets him down to the ground, her mind racing. Of course Steve being in James' life would be amazing, but she hasn't talked to Steve about this. They've been so busy, she's honestly forgotten about it. She watches as James toddles over to Steve, grabbing the leg of his pants.

"Dada?" He asks, and it breaks Y/N's heart. She can't ask Steve for this. She knows he said he chose this, but he can't say that he honestly chose an entire lifetime. She wants to know how James knew what that means, but clearly her son knows who it should be associated with.

"Steve," She starts, not sure if she should pick up James or not. She watches as Steve reaches down and grabs James up, turning so his back is to the kids and James can see them all. He's facing Y/N as the kids start to scream in happiness. Y/N watches as Steve clutches James, tears starting to leak from his eyes. She can see how much this means to him, and she doesn't want to take this moment from him. But he reaches a hand out blindly for her and she doesn't waste a second taking it. He pulls her in tightly, James in between them, just like it always is.

"I love you." She tells him, looking at him. She watches him blink some tears away, then kiss her softly.

"I love you both." He whispers, hanging on even tighter. She slots her head into his neck and keeps her arms around him. "So much."

Someone takes a picture, and Y/N knows it's going to be in a frame on the highest shelf for the rest of her life.

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lushlovers · 1 year

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Milfiestest, J. Burrow

summary; an early midspring saturday morning for the burrow's

warnings; swearing, petnames from joey yum, mention of the manspread, domestic married couple activities, discussion about how much of a milf and dilf u and joe are...

word count; 1.2k

note; i've been needing to write some girl dad! joe for a while, i love writing domestic family stuff its the best ever when all else fails. i will add to and possibly make an au out of this, you guys will be introduced to Dallas at some point.

Saturday's in the spring are arguably the most peaceful yet stressful days in the Burrow household. Having to entertain three kids all day was quite a chore, but Joe's home so, how difficult can it be? the answer to that question is probably not what you'd expect. With their husbands around most people get more done, but when you're husbands here, you might as well count him in with the kids.

Waking up at 7:40 instead of the crack of dawn to get everyone ready for school is the highlight of the morning. Joe's in bed too.

"Rise and shine, Joseph," your voice was barely understood due to your face being shoved into your pillow, glancing over in your man's direction proved he was no where near rising and shining. Invading his personal space was amazing, especially when he still warm from sleeping.

The skin of your cheek nuzzled against his chest, listening to the thump thump of his heartbeat. His presence alone was beyond comforting, he was just the person who could calm any stress or anxieties you felt. You pressed quick, chaste kisses to his bare collarbone, inhaling his scent, allowing it to flood your nose.

He began to stir ever so lightly, his lashes fluttering a bit as his eyes opened. The stare of his piercing eyes on you was inevitable when waking up this way, "morning, mama," he spoke up for the first time. His voice was still riddled with sleep, sounding a bit deeper, "Good morning," you beam, still giddy over the nickname that's stuck for as long as you can remember, long before you even were a mama.

Joe enjoyed the way you hid your face in his chest when he called you names or told you how much he loved you. Still blushing like the teen girl in glasses you were in high school, he'd never get over your reactions.

You both soaked in your bit of quiet time, Annika was old enough to be sleeping in a bit later than she used to in the earlier stages, thank God. But she still screamed bloody murder if left alone in her crib for long enough. Meaning times like this were few and far between.

Geo, on the other hand, climbs out of his bed and runs straight down the hall to bang on your bedroom door. Who needs an alarm clock when you have a five year old anyway? Speak of the devil, the all too familiar knocking of tiny fist against the white wood was a snap back into reality.

"Mama, I'm hungry," he whined, slapping the surface of the door he hadn't yet master how to open. Baby proofing the doorknobs proved very effective in his and his sister's case, however Dallas had figure out the concept rather quickly, he knew his boundaries in the house so no problem there.

"Mom's coming, Geo, go check on your sister, yeah?" Joe shouted slightly, just loud enough for the boy to hopefully hear him, his tiny feet could be heard across the hardwood floors. Joe watched you slide out from under the warm linens, stretching out your muscles, and heading in the direction of the in suite as you yawned.

Joe took advantage of this time to get himself up as well, opening to bedroom door so the kids could come and go if needed. The sound of the door creaking caught your attention, peeking your head around the doorway, Joe laughed a bit at your state. Hair pulled back so it was in your face, purple tooth brush pressed against your cheek, and tooth paste adorning the corner of your pretty lips, always so gorgeous to him, even when you didn't feel it.

Back to what you were doing, in the bathroom, watching your husband join you in the massive mirror, "I've missed you guys so much, y'know?" He mumbled, putting a bit of toothpaste on his toothbrush, keeping a close eye of your reaction.

Nudging him with your shoulder, "We've missed you more, it's not the same unless we're all here," You inform him, truly, if Joe's not around any bit of fun is dulled considerably. Like there's a void that's only filled by his existence. When Dallas was little, you were able to take him to most of the games, but traveling only got more difficult as your little family expanded, leaving you to stay home and watch the games on tv most of the time.

Kissing his cheek as you dropped your toothbrush into the storage cup on the counter, "I need to go check on Geo, God knows what hes gotten into by now," Joe simply hummed as you headed into the room down the hall that was drowning in pink.

In your defense all the pink was not your idea, Joe was meant to have a little girl at some point and when he found out he was, he drenched her room in Disney princess and pink anything and everything.

The light was on and Geo had his face squished against the bars of the crib, having a conversation with his babbling little sister. The boys loved their girls unconditionally. "Geo baby, go get Dallas up so we can figure out breakfast, please," Geo's a good boy, the most helpful, productive five year old you've ever met, maybe you're biased because he's your baby but even so.

Scooping her up, Annika sat on your hip as you found a diaper in the tiny cabinet you had situated next to her changing table, they were all growing up so fast. Pretty soon she'd be focused on potty training and looking for a time for her to start going to daycare for the entire week. As of now, she went twice a week and on those days you'd be working with Joe's parents on important business stuff.

"I wanna do it!" Joe shouted, running into the door as you laid the baby comfortably on the table, stepping aside for him to do the job instead of you, "Since when do you like being on diaper duty," you asked, arms crossed over your chest, staring up at his face with creased brows. "Since," he glanced at his non-existent watch, "Right now, don't complain Mrs Burrow."

This form of Joe was someone almost no one but you and immediate family knew, comfortable sweats, unruly hair, and a random t-shirt he's probably had since high school, cooing at his little girl. Wrapping up the dirty diaper and dropping it into the trash can, "Good morning, little mama," He greeted, lifting her up into the air as she laughs at his goofy faces and voices.

"Why are you the dilfiest dilf ever?" Another good question, this time asked as you grab a handful of his ass, "Woah there, ma'am watch the hands," He grunted turning to face you, so his bum was out of your reach, "Good question, baby, why are you the milfiestest milf ever?"

Annika looked at you both, trying to comprehend what was going on around he, but she was too invested in the necklace around your neck, her chubby arms reached out for you, just so she could play with the metal. Just as you went to grab her, Joe moved way from you quickly, distracting her from you with more silly faces.

"I don't think milfiestest is a word, Joseph."

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Little Lad

Synopsis: One where Harry has to take care of his baby on his own for the first time

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Little Emir was just nine months old and already a big mama's boy.

Harry was very jealous of that really, both ways, that little stole away his wife, and he clearly loves his mum more. But he also cherishes that, seeing his bany have such and amazing relationship with his Mummy already.

YN owned one of the most busy and known Bakery Cafe in the city, which meant her being busy with work most of the time though she still made time for her family. She had a last minute client come in with a huge wedding cake request, which her and her team of course did not deny. But that meant she sad to spend all night at bakery to het the order ready. His anxiety started to settle in when she called in after lunch to tell him she will home very late.

Harry can get through this, right?

He have been on a break since he wife was eight months pregnant. He has been there tending to his little lad along with bis wife. But god did he not except for a full breakdown from his nine month old boy.

All day Harry spent his time, cleaning up after the little boy. It seemed this much when he'd gotten so used to help of his wife. The laundry was a hassle. Washing up the poopy diaper and tiny clothes without anyone by his side.

He had Emir sat by the side on a little blanket with his toys to keep him busy as he did the laundry and dishes for the day. Hearing his little baby talk.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching his lad be all fascinated by this new toy his mum got him, wood measuring spoons which he could chew on too. He threw it across the room, bunch of spoons went straight to the electronic appliances and started crawling his way to the toy. Harry didn't understand his play time one bit. "No, don't go there!" He picked him back up and fetched his toys.

But is Emir going to listen? He's a little baby!

It happened once, twice, thrice. Harry gave up and moved up all the appliances on the counter. Did it make a huge mess in the kitchen? Yes! At least his little boy isn't going to hurt himself.

There were house chores he had to get all done so his wife can come home and rest after working for hours and hours straight. Being a pastry chef is hard enough. He just wanted to help but he couldn't when he has a baby who is full of energy and adrenaline being introduced to his new toys this week.

Emir takes up after him for that, he would agree.

Harry's the same whilst on stage performing to his fans.

But this was exhausting for him to do everything on his own, plus his anxiety was doing nothing but add fuel to the fire. The boy kept running into things or getting himself stuck in things. He never noticed how easy it is to have another person around to help. It's usually him and his wife doing all the mundane things together, it is easy that way as there is always someone with a baby who had just learned to crawl. And he's a quick crawler.

Harry was becoming more and more tired having to run around after him, or calm him down after very fifteen minutes when he'd go to wash some dishes or get the laundry all sorted, or get the cats fed and clean up their litter boxes. Or when he prepared for dinner for himself and the boy.

Emir had a nappy burst when Harry thought he had gotten five minutes to sit down and breathe. The bath time was traumatising, with Emir screaming and crying for no reason. That's when Harry realised it was long after his nap time and he was sleepy and tired and hungry as well.

"It's okay my love, Papa's here for you." He assured his little boy after he had calmed himself down, which wasn't for more than three minutes. "I love you." Harry wiped his teary eyes with the pads of his thumbs, wrapped him up in a towel burrito before taking him to the master bedroom. He got the little lad dressed in his sleep onesie and brought him downstairs.

"I'm so sorry, Papa is having a hard time with your Mumma gone." He shared as he had him settled into his highchair, "I'm trying my very best, I promise." He felt bad.

Seeing Emir's tired eyes teary, as he was almost dozing off to sleep without having been eaten, it was his fault that he couldn't look after his son when his wife is stuck at work. Only if he could keep track of time properly and have fed him first than getting distracted by cooking and cleaning and doing the laundry. He felt a heavy pit in his stomach of guilt.

"Come on, Emir eat up then we can go to bed." Harry was feeding the little boy his dinner. He was all strapped up in his high chair, busy playing babbling and smacking his hands on the table still tired and worm out to the fullest.

"Mumma-mumma-mumma." He started his squealing. He learned to call both his parents recently.

"Mummy is working, my baby," Harry talked to him, "is that good?" He cooed watching him take a bite of the little rice porridge he made from YN's mum's recipe. "I know it's not as good as your mum makes it, but we can make it due."

His phone started ringing, "oh look, it's your mummy!" Harry answered the face time call from YN and perched up his phone against Emir's water bottle.

"Hello boys!" YN chirped. Harry saw she was kneading some pink fondant. "Are my lads doing lad things that lads do cause lads are cool?" Harry laughed at that.

"Mamma!" Emir squealed.

"Hello my love, are you eating your dinner?" YN said.

"I don't know how you do this." Harry spoke up.

"What?"

"Feed him, he's so wiggly!" Harry exclaimed trying to give Emir another little spoon full of food. "See! This is why I took up on bottle feeding." YN just laughed. Harry's very afraid to spoon feed him because he's afraid that the metal cutlery is going to hurt his boy somehow. He loves to sit with his with a bottle of milk or formula, that's a good bonding activity as well.

"I probably sound like a horrible person, but — Emir come on, darling!" Harry was close to having a breakdown.

"Harry, it's okay, love. You're doing good he just looks a bit tired." He watched her take her phone and head out of the kitchen telling her employees what to do next whilst she talked for a minute on the call. "It's okay!"

"I don't know, I've been anxious all day." He shared, "you do it all so flawlessly."

Honestly she doesn't. He had seen her make mistakes too but she knows how to quickly move on and fix her mistakes. He didn't know how she does that, really. He reckons it's because she lived with her older brother who's got three kids here in London until she married. She always talked about baby sitting the babies when her brother and his wife would go out, for work or whatever it was.

"And that's okay, okay?" She assured him, "I am so sorry I can't come back home right now. You're already doing so good."

"I hope so, he hasn't eaten anything, I forgot to put him down for a nap earlier as I got caught up with the chores." Harry pouted still trying his best to have his little boy fed. "What do I do!?"

"Harry, look at me," she demanded so he did, "play with him for a bit and then try again. If that doesn't work then give him some formula."

"Okay." He nodded. Emir knocked off the bowl of rice, spilling it all over himself. "Oh god, I'm gonna cry!"

The little boy started laughing finding it humourous.

"Yeah, you find it funny huh?" Harry scoffed. Can he be mad at that adorable face? He placed a kiss on his boy's head.

"Anyway, Harry I'll be home after midnight so please don't wait up for me okay?" YN shared.

"Do you have too much work?" Harry looked concerned looking at his tired wife. Yeah, she hasn't been working that much since Emir's birth, but the breast feeding and everything which comes post delivery was taking a toll on her, physically. He hated to see that. He felt bad to even ask that question.

"No, almost done here." She shared, looking down at her work station, "just a handful of things to sort out then, Jay and Kat will be delivering the cake tomorrow at the venue."

"Okay, drive home, yeah?"

"Mhmm, I will." She nodded, "please don't be hard on yourself. Give him some formula and he'll be off to sleep."

"Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too!" YN blew a kiss each to both her boys before she hung up.

"You're a proper lad, aren't you?" Harry sighed and scooped up his son out of his highchair carefully. "Being so rowdy today."

Emir just laughed and shied away, hiding in his dad's chest. Harry chuckled and brought him in the kitchen with him, propping the baby on his hip he made a bottle of formula. "Let's go lounge on the sofa, hmm?"

Harry got comfy with his baby on the sofa, draping the fluffy throw on the boy to keep him warm. Emir just lied on his chest having his meal all sleepy yet it didn't seem like he wanted to sleep.

"Mumma!" He squealed looking at his dad.

"No, baby I'm Papa." Harey laughed. "Can you say Papa?"

"Papa!" He squealed again.

"Yay!" Harry celebrated, pressing sloppy kisses on his chubby cheeks. "I'm really sorry, my love. I was having a bad day today." He felt guilty for having him wait up for dinner. "I hope you aren't mad at me. Mumma is a really good help, isn't she? But she's stuck at work today. I know we shouldn't rely on her but this was the first time were together, isn't it? We had a lads day in today. Well, more like you had a proper lad day. Where did you get all the energy from, hmm?"

Emir just sighed dramatically, resting his head back on his dad's chest. All snuggled up he was starting to fall asleep.

Harry adores his little boy. He worried the day he was born because he didn't had that love-at-first-sight connection with him. It took him time to learn about him. His little boy was a new human and he felt like he needed to get to know him first, but there was no doubt he would protect the little bundle of joy with his life. It took some time to make peace with it all, that it was okay to feel that way.

Now they're both inseparable. Even though Emir is more of his Mumma's boy, he still manages to have fun with his Papa.

Today just added to that all that guilt for him.

The next thing Harry knew was feeling gentle taps on his arm. "Harry, do you wanna go sleep in our bed?" It was his wife he found when he finally opened his eyes and found his boy missing.

"Where did Emir go?" He panicked.

"I put him in his cot." She shared, "do you wanna go upstairs and get comfortable?"

"Yeah, sorry I fell asleep here." He sighed, "when did you get back?"

"Just fifteen minutes ago."

"Hmm, let's go upstairs and sleep. I am so tired." He got up to follow after her, "did you manage to get the order done?"

"Yeah, we did." She yawned making him giggle, "sorry I'm very tired."

"So am I, love." He draped his arm around her waist, tuck her closer to him.

"How did your day go?"

"Oh, don't ask!" He sighed dramatically. "I still feel bad, you know." He was walking straight to bed giving her space to go get ready to join him but, she stopped him.

"It's okay, Harry." She cooed, "come sit here. Please?"

"Come on." He walked her to their bed.

"You don't have to feel bad, okay? I know you tried your best, he knows you did." She assured him, stood in between his thighs to hug him.

"But I don't know if he ate properly." His voice was low as he sniffled, his face buried in her chest. "I got so distracted."

"Harry he's a baby, he'll wake us up if he's hungry." She said, running her fingers through his hair, "you know it's okay to make mistakes I'm sure he isn't even going to remember anything in the morning. We'll do one thing, let's bring him over to sleep in our bed tonight, yeah?"

Harry doesn't like that. He'd insisted on sleep training their baby since he turned six months old, but he agreed today.

"Yeah!" He nodded.

"Harry? You're crying?" She cooed and bent down to look at him. "It's okay, I promise."

"I, I know. I just can't help it." He chuckled sheepishly. YN smiled and wiped away his tears with her sweater paws, press a few sloppy kisses on his either of cheeks.

"I brought made your favourite cake pops." She reminded him, "kept them away in the fridge for you."

"You did?" His face lit up instantly.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "the ones with chocolate cake and coffee butter cream."

"Oh I love you so much!" With his arms wrapped around her middle he pulled her down, flipping them over he buried her down in the mattress.

"Oh my..." She laughed, "I should have told you that earlier."

"Yeah!" He agreed. "You should have!" Lifting his head up from her neck to look at her, he pressed sloppy wet kisses all over her face.

"Now don't go eat them all cuz I used a lot of coffee in it." She explained, "you won't be sleeping tonight then."

"I'll go bring our little lad in then, leave you to relax and do your skincare and stuff." He gave her another peck on the mouth before he lifted himself off her.

"Mhmm."

When YN returned from taking a shower and doing her skincare, he found her boy fast asleep. Emir lied on his side in the middle spooning his small teddy tucked under his arms. Harry lied just behind him with his hand rested on his little tummy.

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cherrycola27 · 8 months

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Whoever's in Lemoore

Hello, loves! I wrote this for @roosterforme 's #tgmrocktober challenge!

This fic is based on the Reba McEntire song "Whoever's in New England"

Warnings: Language, cheating, pregnancy and related complications. Angst

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Bob Floyd was the best husband you could have ever asked for. He was kind, smart, hard-working, and attentive.

You were an elementary teacher, and Bob was a WSO. The two of you probably never would have met, had your best friend Jennifer "Boston" Lyons not set the two of you up. The two of you grew up together, and Jeni was a member of Bob's squadron in Lemoore.

Unfortunately, when Bob was called back to Top Gun and then eventually given a permanent station in San Diego, you had to leave her behind, but it was fine. You two had always made a long-distance friendship work. Honestly, it had helped prepare you for the times that your husband was deployed.

You were thankful though, that with his new station, deployments would be less frequent.

After buying a house and settling down, the two of you decided to start trying for children. Bob had three siblings, and while you didn't have any, both of you agreed on the fact that you wanted at least three kids.

You both also knew how stressful it could be on a couple when trying for children, so you decided to stop taking your birth control and have fun for a year. If you got pregnant, great, if not, after a year, the two of you would get serious, start tracking cycles, and see a specialist if needed.

You had really hoped that each month, you'd get a positive pregnancy test, but month after month, they came up negative.

Bob was extremely supportive of you, and after a year, the two of you buckled down. You tracked your cycle, both of you watched your diet, and you even saw a fertility doctor who assured you that both of you were healthy and to give it time.

Give it time.

You tried to give it time, you really did. But you were so desperate to be a mother that it started to take a toll on you, Bob, and your marriage.

Suddenly, trying for a baby wasn't as fun as it once was. Sex became more of a chore rather than a thing of enjoyment.

But finally—finally you and Bob got the miracle you'd been hoping for. Only, you seemed to be more excited about it than he was.

You chalked it up to shock.

Unfortunately, pregnancy was not easy for you. Early on, you were diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum, which caused you to experience dehydration and a short hospital stay. Your blood pressure was also dangerously high, and your blood sugar wasn't at a level that the doctors were happy with.

Which is why, at sixteen weeks, you were put on bed rest until your child was born.

It was hard for both of you. You couldn't eat or sleep. You were moody and irritable. You libido was also in the toilet. You hated your life, but you knew it would all be worth it.

At first, Bob seemed so supportive, but as time passed, be became cold and distant.

Looking at it now, you can pinpoint where the cracks in the foundation of your marriage started. If only you'd seen them sooner.

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"Honey, I'm home." Bob called as he entered the kitchen. You were sitting on the couch watching TV. It was late. Almost 8pm. You had already eaten dinner, showered and changed into some comfy clothes.

You offered Bob a weak hello as he came in the door. He'd been getting home from work later and later.

In the darkest part of your mind, you thought the worst—that he had someone else. But he wouldn't do that to you. He was your Robby. You were carrying his son for crying out loud.

On a particularly bad day, you asked him about it. He was almost heartbroken that you could even think that.

He soothed your worries by telling you, "I'm working on important things for our future. I'm an officer on his way up. I'm trying to make sure you and the baby are taken care of." You believed him. You cried as you apologized to him.

"How's my favorite girl and my favorite little guy?" Bob asked as he came and kneeled in front of you on the couch. He pressed a few kisses to your stomach before moving to your lips.

"We are fine." You sighed as he trailed his lips across your jaw to your ear. "Fine? Is that so?" He whispered. His hot breath fanning across your skin.

Bob trailed one of his hands to the apex of your thighs before you stopped him.

"Bob, not tonight. I've been sick all day, and I've finally been able to keep something down." You told him with an apologetic smile.

He didn't say anything. He stood up, muttered something under his breath, and wordlessly went to shower.

You sat there and wept. You hated yourself. You felt like the worst wife on the planet.

Later that night, you tried to make it up to Bob, but you got sick halfway through. After you had puked your guts out, Bob had tried to hold you, but you didn't want to be touched. It led to an argument and him sleeping on the couch. What a Monday.

Tuesday, Bob came home and told you he'd be going to Lemoore Wednesday afternoon to help with a training workshop on Thursday and Friday and he would be back late Saturday evening.

"Again?" You sighed. "Bob, that's the third time this month! And you went several times the past two months. Doesn't Admiral Simpson understand that you have a pregnant wife at home who is high risk?" You ask him.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, but just a few more weeks and everything will dial down. I promise." Bob said as he kissed your head and went to pack a bag.

The only thing you had to look forward to was that Jeni—or Boston, as she typically went by her call sign now, was supposed to visit this weekend.

However, se called you Wednesday night telling you that she was sick and wouldn't make it.

So, you spent the rest of the week alone, sulking, in your all too quiet house.

When Bob came home on Saturday, you were feeling good. The best you had in all thirty weeks of your pregnancy.

You made him his favorite dinner and greeted him at the door with a big kiss. He was more than happy to sit down and have a meal with you.

After dinner, you urged him to shower, with the hope that you'd be able to spend some sensual time together.

While he was showering, you grabbed his bag to unpack it and do some laundry.

As you were taking his clothes out, a feminine scent washed over your extra sensitive nose.

Perfume—and it wasn't yours. But you were sure you smelled it before, you just couldn't place it.

You shook your head before letting your mind wander. Bob worked with women, and he was friendly—one of them probably gave him a hug and was wearing a lot of perfume—it made sense. Bob wasn't that kind of guy.

You dismissed the feeling in your gut and started the washing machine.

A few minutes later, Bob's phone rang. You checked the caller ID only to see that Jeni—your best friend was calling him.

"Jeni?" You said as you answered the phone.

"Y/N!" She exclaimed, almost as if she was surprised to hear your voice.

"Jeni, why are you calling Bob?" You asked her. There was a long pause.

"Jeni—why are you calling my husband?" You ask, this time a little more forcefully.

"Oh, Y/N, it was supposed to be a surprise. I'm coming down at the end of the month because I was going to throw you a surprise baby shower, and Bob has been helping me with it." She tells you.

"Aww, Jeni, that's so sweet. Well, I'll have him call you back so I don't ruin anything else!" You cheer into the phone before hanging up.

"Why do you have my phone?" Bob asks you. You turn around, surprised to see him.

"Jeni—er—Boston, I guess, called you to talk about the baby shower that you're helping her plan. I'm sorry I ruined the surprise, but Robby, you're the sweetest!" You say as you wrap him in a hug.

"Baby shower—right." Bob breathes out. "Let me call her back." Bob says as he takes his phone. You leave to give him privacy, but before you can make it down the hall, you hear him speak in harsh, angry whispers. You hate that you ruined his surprise, but you wish he wouldn't be so hard om Jeni. It's not her fault.

Another week passes, and Bob becomes more distant from you. You hyperemesis gravidarum is acting up again and your mood is all over the place.

He's coming home from work later, and you can't help but wonder if something is amiss. But you dismiss it time and time again.

One Wednesday afternoon, you decide to surprise Bob on base with his favorite lunch.

You walk into the rec room where his fellow aviators are waiting and they look at you like you have three heads.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Rooster asks you.

"I came to bring Bob some lunch. Where is he?" You ask them.

"Bob left early today. He said the two of you had some appointments this afternoon." Phoenix tells you.

In that moment, the world around you stops. The container of chicken pot pie and chocolate chip cookies slip from your hands and crash to the floor.

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you saw the mess you made.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Hangman asks as he grabs some paper towels to clean up the mess.

"Yes, it's just I forgot, and I'm so late." You say as you turn on your heels to go to the hallway as you try to hold back tears.

"Y/N!" Phoenix calls after you. She intercepts you in the hallway.

"Is everything alright?" She asks you.

There's no point in lying.

"No. Nothing is alright. Between how hard this pregnancy has been and Bob having to go to Lemoore to teach classes, and him lying about where he is today. I think—I think he's having an affair." You finally admit.

"What do you mean he's been going to Lemoore?" Phoenix asks you.

You look at her blankly.

"Oh my god, I'm so fucking stupid. He's told me that almost every other weekend that he's had to help teach some classes in Lemoore. But that's when—that's when he has been going to see his mistress! That's where he is now! Oh my god!" You cried. Phoenix took you into her arms before leading you down the hallway to her office.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, maybe there is another explanation." Phoenix offers, but you can tell she isn't sincere. "I smelled perfume on his clothes, and he's been hiding his phone. I should have seen the signs, but I've been busy growing a human." You cry harder.

"It's all my fault. I've pushed him away. I've been so moody and sex—I haven't had the desire to—I drove him into another woman's arms." You sigh.

"Hey now, this isn't your fault." Phoenix tells you. "Let me take you home. You're in no shape to drive." Phoenix says. You agree and she helps you to her car.

"I need to call my best friend, Boston, she's a pilot, too. She was supposed to come down next weekend to throw me a baby shower, but now I don't want her to. I can't—I can't believe this." You sob as you dail her number, but it goes to voicemail.

"Your best friend's name is Boston?" Phoenix asks you. "It's her call sign." You tell her.

Phoenix swallowed thickly, praying her gut was wrong.

Phoenix offers to stay with you until Bob shows up, but you tell her you need to be alone.

You grab one of Bob's duffle bags and start stuffing his things in it. There's no way you are letting him stay in your house. At thirty-three weeks pregnant, you probably shouldn't be stomping up and down the stairs, especially with you being high risk, but you have to.

You make your way through the house every time you see a picture of you and Bob. You tear it off the wall or shelf it's on and throw it across the room.

He comes home late that night and hears you screaming. He rushes in the house and finds the living room destroyed and sees one of his duffle bags packed on the couch.

"Honey, Y/N, are you okay?" Bob asks you. You look at him, he looks so concerned.

You don't say anything to him. Instead, you march up to him and slap him so hard that his glasses fall off his face. He picks them up and looks at you like you're a wild animal.

"What the fuck was that for?" He curses at you.

"You know exactly what it's for, you liar." You spit at him.

"Honey, what are you talking about?" He asks.

"How long? How long has it been going on?" You question him.

"How long has what been going on?" He feigns ignorance.

"How long have you been sleeping with someone in Lemoore?" You accuse him. Bob tenses at your words. A day he had hoped would never happen, has.

"Don't even try to deny it. I looked through our credit card statements and saw the hotel charges." You say to him.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Bob says.

"Sorry? You're sorry? Why? Because you cheated or because you got caught?" You laugh. "It doesn't even matter. I packed you a bag. You can go stay with your mistress. And when whoever is in Lemoore is through with you, don't try to come back to me. Also, I'm telling you now, you will not be a part of this baby's life." You say as you try not to cry.

"Y/N, please, don't do this, I'm sorry, Boston, and I never meant to hurt you, it just—"

"Boston? Boston—as in Jeni? As in my best fucking friend who is like a sister to me? As in the person who introduced us? You've been fucking her?" Rage thrums through your veins. "I can't believe you, Robert. Take your things and leave. There's the door."

You turn away from him.

"Well, what did you expect, Y/N? You've pushed me away. You're moody and sick all the time. You never want to be physical. I was lonely. I needed someone, and Boston was there for me." Bob defends himself.

"You needed someone? You were lonely? That's rich. You don't think I've been lonely? You don't think I needed someone? The two people who were supposed to be there for me are the ones who betrayed me.

Bob opens his mouth to speak, but he quickly shuts it again.

"I packed a bag for you. We can work out a day where you can come get the rest of your things. Because when Boston decides she has better things to do, you don't have a home here anymore." You tell him as you sit down in the kitchen.

"Also, I called your mother, and while she and your family are more than welcome to be in this child's life, you won't be." You say.

"You called my mother?" Bob asks is disbelief. "Yes, Rebecca is very disappointed in you and told me to say that you weren't welcome in her home." You state.

Bob shakes his head. "So that's it? You're just giving up on us?" Bob asks as he stands at the door with his bag in hand.

"Don't try to spin this around on me. You're the one who gave up on us, Robert Floyd." You deadpan. There's no remorse in your voice as you ask him to leave.

Bob knows there is no point in trying to argue. He hangs his head and walks out the door.

That night, the Dagger Squad comes over to comfort you. Maverick asks you if you'd like to move to have Bob and Jeni dishonorbly discharged for their actions, but you turn him down. There's no sense in dragging it out.

Coyote and Hangman work to change all the locks for you in the house. Payback and Fanboy clean up the broken glass and thrown items in your floor.

You tell Maverick and Rooster where to find Bob's things, and they pack all of them in trash bags for you.

Phoenix sits with you on the couch, your head on her shoulder and she holds you as you cry.

Two weeks later, you find out that Bob put in a transfer to Lemoore after you serve him with divorce papers. You make sure to clean out your joint accounts before he can touch them.

Four weeks after that, your son is born.

Connor James Y/L/N is absolutely perfect when he is born. He has your features, and you're thankful for that. You don't know what you would have done if he'd come out looking like his father.

The Daggers and your family rally around you. True to your word, you let Bob's parents and sisters be in Connor's life. It's not their fault that Bob messed everything up.

You know, one day that your son will ask about his father, by then, you hope you'll have the words to tell him.

You also know that one day, you'll see Bob again. When you do, you'll ask him if whoever was in Lemoore was worth it.

You hope he's says no.

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brrbrina · 1 year

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Just want to request prompt #16, maybe where the reader was super busy and tired and wasn’t able to do any of the chores. However Joe also had a long day but he wanted to do the chores for the reader to take off some stress from her. Something like that filled with fluff 😚❤️

warnings: none

You came home extremely tired from work, ever since you were tiny you dreamt of a flower shop. After you went away to college and came back you earned a little money you decided to open it, later on your journey you met Joe, he was there picking lilies for his mom on Mother´s day and he kept showing up every week until he ran out of excuses to give flowers for his mom

"You know I can physically see you thinking of something to say when you order these flowers right?" you said looking at him and you saw his eyes smile for the first time "Well, I love giving my mom flowers is that a bad thing?" "No it isn´t, that´s actually really sweet," you said on the other side of the counter "How can I help you today Joe?" you said smiling "Can I have your number? I would love to take you out on a date?" he said hopping you didn´t had a boyfriend -which you didn't- but to him it was impossible, you were gorgeous and the times you had talked you were as sweet as pie.

It´s safe to say you went on a date with him, and three years later you had your first and only child -until now - a little baby boy with the biggest blue eyes ever, he looked exactly like his dad you were crying tears of joy when you saw him for the first time.

Joe was an excellent father, boyfriend and above all he was an impeccable man, he loved spending his nights in and taking care of you and your little one, even though you didn´t plan on having a kid so soon, it happened and you were sure you were made to be his mom and he was made to be your son. And Joe loved it, he loved the fact that he could teach him the same things his dad reached him, but deep down he was born to be a girl dad, there wasn´t a single day where he didn't wonder about his life having a little girl

"We´ve talked about this before Joe, Jack is still so little and I´m focused on the flower shop, the off-season it´s the only time you are here 24/7 and I don´t blame you it´s your job but you have to understand that I have my dreams as well" you said putting the dishwasher on, as much as you loved being a mom, it wasn´t in your plans soon, "I have told you a hundred times I make enough money for us, you can stay here and watch our children, and, " Joe said but you stopped him, it was getting in your nerves he couldn´t take a no for an answer "This isn´t about me needing your money, you had a dream when you were a kid and you worked hard for it, you got it, and you´re living your dream, this is about me and what I need to do because I owe myself this, and I´m not ready to be a mom again, the last pregnancy was on the season and I hated being alone, I can do this again, you said walking out of the kitchen going upstairs to take a shower, you had been working all day and the last thing you wanted was to take out your anger on him.

When you came out of the shower and made your way to your bed you saw that Joe wasn´t there, he knew he had done wrong so he gave you space, and as much as you would love for him to come back to you you saw him sleeping with Jack on his bed, the bed was so tiny and Joe was so big it made you giggle.

The next morning he left for practice and he dropped Jack off at school, it was a weird feeling because you didn´t want him near you, you just wanted to be alone, you loved your kid, but being a mom can be an exhausting job.

A few hours had passed and the doorbell on the flower shop was ranged "Can I get a big bouquet of peonies?" he was standing there, with your favorite matcha latte and his sorry eyes, "Sure, do you want to write a note?" you said not making eye contact with him "Yes I want to write I´m sorry, I´m the world´s worst boyfriend please" he said trying to make you look at him, "Joe" you said but he interrupted "I´m sorry, I know I went too far, this is your dream and you´re pretty good at it, to be honest" and you punched him on the arm as he laughed "C´mon let´s go pick up Jack" you said telling the girls on the flower shop you were leaving, you rarely did this but there wasn´t any jobe due that day and you needed your family.

Later that day you were on the couch watching Cars with Jack and while you were falling asleep you heard Joe whisper "I forgot to add in the note that you´re the hottest MILF ever" he said kissing your ear but you decided to just close your eyes and go to sleep.

a/n: I know this isn´t exactly what you asked for but i got carried away writing this one and tbh i´m falling asleep writing this lol BUT I loved writing this, hopefully, i´ll get out of my writers block and give you the last chapter of fwd series :)

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lxdymoon0357 · 11 months

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Can request a Melissa Podebrat × reader relationship headcannon? Like their early relationship status? 0v0

The reader can be gender neutral or fem reader. The choice is yours.

Take care💖

(Thank you for the request Juve!)

Melissa Podebrat X Reader Dating HCs

✯ Dating Melissa is a chore on its own, a cute and amazing chore, you wanna do every day, but a chore nonetheless. She is always running around with Nine and Yuri, causing problems for you and Yona, but at-least Yona gets paid for it, you’re signed up for it and you’re not getting any pay, except maybe her whole love, kisses, hugs and clinginess.

✯ You and her taking Liev for a walk in the evenings and sleeping with it, spending time with it, it’s your baby now. Melissa may not like Live a lot in the beginning, but she does now but she doesn’t at the same time, it takes your attention away from her for too long.

✯ Melissa, you, Nine and Yuri all three go around causing trouble and having fun and causing a headache for Yona, you and her you both annoy each other and challenge each other all the time!

✯Melissa is most likely to keep you relationship a secret because she doesn’t want her father, her brother or any annoying person who hates her say she’s love sick, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t important to her and she doesn’t love you and your relationship.

✯Nine is the third wheel who accompanies you both to you dates and he is getting annoyed with Melissa for this. Mainly because he feels so awkward around you and Melissa being lovey-dovey conversations, where he’s always laughing loudly and stiffly and awkwardly and then Melissa will get a bit mad and shoo him away, making him happy…

✯Melissa would often go to Yuri to ask for gift suggestions because she has no idea how a relationship works. Not that she does, but since you’re very special to her, she always asks for suggestion to ensure 80 times that the present and the things she doing for you is gonna make you happy!

✯Melissa and you both often ask Heini to make you both foods in the middle of the night when you have sleepovers with each other and she complies because she loves you as a friend.

✯You often watch Melissa practice sword-fighting and sometimes she even asks you to practice with her. And then you both will practice, swinging you swords around and then you both will kiss in the middle of it, don’t ask why, it’s something you both just began doing and it confuses everyone including you and her…

✯Ever since Jake found out about you two dating, he started to pull more pranks on her because he knows you will calm her down when she’s angry to stop her from hurting him. So like he will throw a bucket of cold water on her when she’s just done taking a bath and then you will try to calm her and then prank Jake back, but worse….

✯You often take Liev for walks when Melissa is busy, so he knows you well and loves you just as much as Melissa. Live now knows when you both are going to come, so when he hears you come he gets excited and jumps up and barks and if Melissa doesn’t join you, you are always happy to spoil the doggo with treats and you also try to teach him tricks and buy him doggy sleeping gowns/ dresses, because first why not?? Second, it makes everyone laugh and smile!

✯Melissa often has you on her lap when you both sleep. Like Melissa will come back tired and she is doing like paperwork as a duke now, so she will have you on her lap as she kisses you in between and when you fall asleep, she will kiss you and then hug you as she falls asleep too…

✯She loves to put kisses on your lips. She will do it randomly too, like you both are just sitting eating food and she will go, *puch* and you’re like ‘bruh, we’re in front of your dad and he’s talking with me and I was answering, can you not? Your father will kill me…’ and she does not give a shit…

✯ Melissa is definitely the one proposing, she has a ring and everything, you know how she proposes to Nine, please act as dramatically as you can make her smile and laugh while she cries out of happiness, it makes you both happy!

✯ You and Melissa always bake pizzas, she taught you how to! And you both decorate them prettily and then you both have too much pizza left, so you give it to Heini and Yona and tell them to distribute it between the servants! And give the rest to Yuri to distribute it between the people in the Elizabeth manor, that’s how much pizza you and Melissa make!

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Hiii! Can I please request a Shelby family x sister!reader where Y/n Shelby, the youngest Shelby sibling (a year or two younger than Finn), is the complete opposite of her siblings, she’s more on the timid/shy innocent side, she’s not a fighter like her siblings are, gets scared easily (she’s pretty jumpy & anxious) and she’s soft & kind, so she’s not really included in all of the meetings (Her brothers just want to protect her and don’t want to scare her). With all this, she feels like she doesn’t fit in with her family and constantly worries that she’s disappointing her them. Maybe classmates are being mean to her at school about it and maybe even some men at the Garrison too? About her being a Shelby but not being “tough” like her older brothers/sister/aunt. Maybe she always hears people say that there’s no way that she’s actually a Shelby and she comes home crying after school saying stuff like she “doesn’t deserve to be a Shelby”?🥺🥺 John, Tommy, Arthur and Finn prove her otherwise 🥺🥺? Shelby boys ready to throw hands at those being mean to their baby sister 🥺 Tommy very much being a father figure to his baby sister and Y/n really looking up to him🥺🥺

Love,

This was so freaking cute!!! I made it more angsty by accident and changed a few things but hopefully that's alright ♥️ It's also a bit shorter than usual.

Warnings: reader gets her ass squeezed, bad language, non descript peaky violence, flufffff

It was a bad day right from the beginning. You woke up at 4am unable to go to sleep. So you laid there reading, frustrated and hungry. Once the house was up things were absurdly loud as Polly handed you a list of things to pick up from the shop.

That was your role in the family. Chores, chores, and more chores. Scrubbing the blood out of white collar shirts, cooking, and keeping the house in order, all under Polly’s watchful eye. Since the boys were back your chores tripled but you’d never complain about it as all three of your brothers returned mostly fine.

It was an adjustment, new players entered the game and you felt yourself drift further and further away from your family. Tommy had big ideas, Polly hated them, Arthur wanted to run the ship, and John was just happy to have things to do other than watch his children. While Finn was only a year older than you, he still forged his place alongside the boys. Even Ada had a part to play.

You thought back to Ada telling you how Tommy even wanted to send you away to some school in London. He’d write to you the whole time you were gone about missing you and wanting to hear about everything going on in your life, but once back he was ready to push you as far away as possible.

Your resentment was interrupted once you stopped into the Garrison for two bottles of whiskey. Men were looking at you with sharp eyes, something that always made the hair on the backs of your arms stand up.

“Eh, no lone women allowed!” One man sneered.

“I’m here to pick up for the Shelby family.” You looked right at the bartender who’d known you since you were a kid, he gave you an apologetic look. Or was it a look of exasperation, like defending you was becoming a chore?

“Lay off it boys.” He said quickly, grabbing bottles off the top shelf.

“S’not right for a lady to be drinking that much alone.” Another man came to your side and grabbed your ass. Your eyes widened, normally your last name was enough to prevent this type of confrontation. “Not a lady, so must be a whore.” He declared thinking himself some kind of genius. Everyone else seemed to think this was just the bee’s knees.

Your body was still tense completely frozen, you grabbed the whisky placing it in your basket with your other shopping. Keeping your composure you thanked the bartender, who did fuck all about the situation, and walked back to the flat.

As soon as you got the door shut you started to break hating the way the men had laughed at you, the pudgy man’s grip still burning your flesh.

You rested your hands on the locked front door and tried to steady yourself. But the cold realization started to sink in. It was unavoidable, on your mind all of the time.

You had no value and no respect. Completely invisible.

You didn't want to fall apart in the entryway where someone else could poke fun of you for being soft. If that had happened to Polly - well it wouldn't have ever happened to Polly.

You put the stuff in the cold room and went upstairs deciding to take the day off. To hell with the consequences. Your thoughts were impossible to overcome, you got off your outside clothes and climbed under the heavy weight of your blankets.

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Tommy’s POV

“Shelby.” He answered the phone reluctantly moving away from strategizing his next move on Campbell.

“Mr. Shelby, Harry Fenton here from the pub.” Tommy rolled his eyes. There was only one Harry Fenton, and whatever he had to say was not a priority to him at this time.

“What can I do for ya?” He said lighting a cigarette hoping it would calm his agitation.

“Well, It’s your sister.” He sat up quickly. “You see, she was ‘round earlier when we were busy, and some of the men were being rude to her. One man have felt her up a bit, just wanted to call in and apologize for not doining more. Had my hands tied with customers and she was out before I could intervene.”

“Your hands were tied?” His voice was level despite the blood pounding in his head.

“Yes.” He answered simply.

“And the men are still there then?”

“Yes,” His voice was slightly uneasy almost bringing a smile to Tommy’s face.

Tommy hung up the phone and forced himself to take a breath. This part of the plan wasn't supposed to happen till much later, but when God opens a door you walk through it.

“BOYS!” He shouted at the bustling room of people.

“Someone’s laid their hands on my. Fuckin’. Sister.” He looked around the room watching any outsiders slowly back away. His brothers shot up from their stations, already knowing what was going to happen. For once Polly seemed to be on his side, her brow growing tense with worry. She didn't wait around for further instructions, already moving upstairs to find her.

He didn’t feel like spelling things out, anyone smart enough would be on their way. John and Arthur caught up to him and they walked towards the pub. Looking behind him Ada locked the door to the shop and followed along.

He was surprised how many came with them to storm the pub. But times were hard, and people were hungry, they were angry, and what better way to feel better than to lay a beating down to defend someone's honor?

He didn’t need to speak. John kicked the door open and the place felt silent.

Caps in hand they tore the place to ribbons.

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“Open the door right fucking now!” Polly shouted, banging loudly on your locked bedroom door.

“I just want to rest. Leave me be” You called back getting annoyed. Everyone took days off, why couldn't you? “I’ll make up for it tomorrow.” Your voice started to break at the fact that you even had to explain yourself. “I’m not well”

“NOW!” Polly demanded harshly pushing you over the edge. You whipped the door open and glared at her.

“FUCK OFF!” You screamed. “Just - please. Leave me alone” Your voice broke and tears started spilling over your rosy cheeks. Polly wasn't the least bit mad, if anything she looked terrified, her slender arms wrapping around you crushing you.

She couldn't speak, your face pushed into her shoulder. You both didn't make it to the bed, sitting down in the hallway. You could feel that she was crying from old hurts, her fingers tangled in your long hair.

“What��s happened?” You whispered.

“You tell me what happened. I won’t be mad alright” She looked into your eyes making your heart rip into pieces.

“No one cares about me. I know things are hard right now - and I should - be g-grateful. But I do everything, and yet I have no place here with all of you.” The tears turned into sobs. “I go out there and even every day people don’t believe I’m a Shelby.” You sniffled. “And Thomas -”

But your mind made the rest of that sentence impossible to say allowed.

“Fuck Thomas - don’t worry - “

“I miss him so much” You cut her off not wanting to hear anything more of her anger towards him.

“He loves you.” She said quietly.

“No, he doesn't. He doesn't want me here. Ada says he wants to send me away for school.”

“Don’t want you all twisted up in this mess.” His voice caused you to jump. There he was on the stairs looking at the two of you on the floor. “This place is a shit hole and it’s going to be bad for a long while, I wanted to send you somewhere safe.”

His voice was different and his eyes were almost as soft as they normally were when he used to look at you. His hands were red. His face quickly fell as he continued.

“There was a change of plans though.” He looked defeated, not something that often shadowed his features.

“What happened?”

“Pub is under new management. Need someone to help keep the place.” He looked at you with eyes of anticipation.

“No.” Polly said firmly.

“Look, it’s not my fault Arthur can’t read or do maths.” He said quietly.

“I can read.” You heard Arthur mumble sadly from the entryway and you almost wanted to laugh. He moved closer to you.

“I need some brains behind the muscle downstairs. You get me.” He turned his attention to Polly. “After that blood bath, her and Arthur won’t have any problems.”

She thought about it for a moment.

“Alright - but if anything -”

“I’d handle it.” He answered quickly.

“You want me to manage the pub?”

“It will be long hours, but most of it spent in the office. S’long as you balance the books, the rest of the time is yours to read or study” He looked at you with his big eyes and you wanted nothing more than to have him hug you like when you were small. “It’s a big task, but I can't trust anyone else with it.”

“I’ll do it.” You nodded at him. Just then a barking noise erupted from the entry.

“The fuck is that.” Arthur boomed.

“It’s a fucking horse. Bloody moron what does it look like.” John answered sounding exasperated.

“Why’d you get us a mutt?”

“Not a mutt. She’s a - doesn't matter Tommy wanted- fuck sake” There was a sound of a struggle and a puppy came bounding up the stairs behind Tommy.

You caught her around the neck, still in shock as she rubbed her face into your shoulder.

“There, between the mutt and Arthur, she’ll be fine,” Tommy said his face breaking its usual numb composure as the dog licked your face.

“You don’t leave the house without her, eh? We can train her together.” The words together rang around in your mind as you felt your heart thaw out. Thinking of the boys fighting at the pub to the point where they took the thing over, and the wiggly puppy in your arms, you knew your family loved you.

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Extras:

After that, the Garrison was your pub. Everyone in the family bent the law when it suited them, so it became a place for a lot of ladies to come and drink. More ladies meant more men, more men meant more drinks got bought. You quickly became the most profitable pub in Birmingham. Tommy was pushing you to renovate it to something more modern, but you told him that he could just place that money in your pocket and fuck off.

Tommy’s raid was a tale often told like a legend. That story served you well as everyone was well behaved. But this pub allowed you to learn how to be assertive, while still helping people the best you could.

Listening to people's problems as they drank their pain away, you offered advice and laughs. Sent women with children home with any extra bread or leftover snacks you had.

After you busted Grace if anyone wanted in on the Peaky Blinders they had to start as a bus boy under your thumb.

She broke Tommy pretty badly, but when it came down to it he trusted you more than he loved her. He sent her out of Birmingham, but you used your own connections to escort her to America making it well known she wasn't welcome back on British soil. No one fucked with you because of your brothers, and no one fucked with your brothers without answering to you.

When a horse trainer named May came through to meet with him, you may have insisted on her coming around to teach you about horses. She quickly caught on to your plan (as you were more Tommy’s daughter than not, if you knew one thing it was horses) and just started coming around to drink and people watch at the bar with you, leading to an unavoidable romance that made you an aunty.

Knowing everyone's woes, and helping them when in need made you the most approachable Peaky Blinder. People would rally for you, and move mountains if necessary, all because of your kindness and the very things that set you apart from your family. Tommy found your self-made position extremely valuable, you could read people you didn’t know better than anyone else, and you had a whole library of information on the events and people of Birmingham.

I know she’s a lot younger than Thomas, but once she’s an adult, I honestly think it would be hilarious if Alfie took an interest in her. Someone older who liked to spoil her rotten, and was super protective.

Especially if she met him unaware of who he was, just looking for a cheaper deal on booze to up the profits at the pub. Getting his name from a traveler she decides to make a business meeting with him. Then Thomas finds out about it and drives all the way to London to freak out at them. In the meantime, he’s just confused why this little Shelby has come to Camden Town alone to hardball him on rum prices for her pub.

(Might want to write a follow-up piece to this because I think it would be hilarious)

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stylessupremacy · 1 year

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ophelia going through the stage where she doesn’t want to wear any clothes

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It was a Sunday and in the Styles household, Sundays were chill and lazy days.

Whether it was watching movies, napping, playing, or even having Anne over for the evening. It was always a fun day.

Yesterday Harry and Ophelia did their weekly food shopping and while Phee was napping Harry finished up some chores he wasn’t able to do throughout the week.

The house was spotless when Harry woke up. He learned from his mum that having your house clean is a great start to the week.

He quietly got up and ready for the day opting for some comfy joggers and a plain shirt. He made his way downstairs for some coffee after he checked and saw Phee fast asleep.

While his coffee brewed Harry got the pot roast in the crock pot that he, Phee, and Anne would be eating later.

Harry sighed contently as he sat down on the couch with his cup of coffee. He hasn’t had a quiet and peaceful morning like this for a while.

With all the chaos from work, the holidays, and having a baby on his hands - these quiet and peaceful times are a blessing.

The quietness and peacefulness did not last long when he heard a rustling noise coming from the baby monitor.

He looked at the baby monitor and could see Ophelia slowly waking up from her slumber.

Harry took another sip of his warm coffee before getting Phee knowing when he came back down it would be cold.

He quickly walked upstairs and to Ophelia’s cracked nursery door.

When he walked in and his eyes landed on his sleepy baby he couldn’t help but coo, “Hi, love bug.”

Phee had balled up her fist and was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, but stopped when she heard her father’s voice.

As fast as her little wobbly legs could, she stood up in her crib and made grabby hands towards Harry.

“Daddy,” her toothy grin making Harry’s smile even brighter if that was possible.

He placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her up and out of her crib bringing her to his chest for a morning snuggle.

The father-daughter sat there for a few as Harry rocked them both, slowly helping Phee wake up a bit more.

“Let’s get you changed so we can get some yummy food in your tummy.”

He gently tickled her tummy causing cute little baby squeals to erupt from Phee.

Harry placed her down on the changing table and got to work ridding her of her dirty pajamas and diaper.

As he taped the clean diaper on her hips, he blew raspberries on her chubby tummy, “What would you like to wear today?”

Harry placed Phee on his hip and walked over to her small closet where her tiny baby clothes were stored.

“Are you feeling pajamas or do you want some sweats?”

Ophelia’s brows were furrowed as she was deep in thought about what she wanted to wear.

Harry read in one of his baby books that letting your child help pick out what they want to wear is good because it helps their creativity and practices their decision-making.

Phee shook her head, “No clothes!” Her baby lisp was prominent when she mispronounced her words but Harry could still understand it.

“No clothes?” He questioned, “But you’ll get cold.”

“How about you wear just a t-shirt and a pair of socks?” He compromised.

He didn’t mind her not wearing any clothes but it was a bad habit to start, considering she will be going to daycare three times a week in the fall.

Ophelia agreed and Harry let her pick out her shirt and socks she wanted to wear.

“Now let’s get you dressed so we can go watch some movies before nana comes over!”

#harry styles #harrystyles #love on tour #harry styles x reader #harry styles writing #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #dad!harry #dad!harry styles

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awriana · 1 year

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modern/random avatar headcannons bc i'm always right. also implied?? ish universe where everyone is human.

part two here!

part three here!

ao'nung is a black cat. tsireya is a golden retriever

lo'ak is a doberman

neteyam is a dalmatian sns

kiri is a calico

kiri and tuk paint eachothers nails. tuks nails always come out looking pretty good. kiri ends up rocking up to school the next day like this:

neteyam once let tuk do his makeup on him using neytiris stuff. the makeup ended up being like 10 years old and expired and neteyam had an allergic reaction. he never touched makeup after that.

lo'ak once got fired from his job for saying yo mama to a rude customer (this is canon btw)

ao'nung is on the swim team (no duh)

tsireya does kapahaka, front row and centre baby.

rotxo is a theatre kid. i'm always right.

lo'ak rarely ever sings, but sometimes when he's babysitting tuk and she starts begging him to sing her to sleep, he'll relent and sing very lowly. he's actually got a pretty soothing voice aswell.

also, tsireya likes to come over and help lo'ak with babysitting. when neytiri and jake hear about that they both visibly relax.

kiri is obsessed with plants (no really?!?!). her room is basically a jungle with how many there are, but yet all of them are extremely healthy and well taken care of.

lo'aks room is so messy. it's also very stuffy since mans has never opened a single window in there and there are always dirty clothes sprawled out on the floor. dirty clothes in which he proceeds to pick up, sniff, then shrugs and wears it out for the day. one time neytiri cleaned out his room for him while he was at school and found his vape. lo'ak got the ass whooping of his life that day.

neteyam is really into 70s-80s music, especially rock.

speaking of which. lo'ak plays drums.

neteyam plays electric guitar

kiri plays FUCKING BASS MAAAAANNN STOPPP I'M OBSESSED WITH HER. she has her very own one aswell.

tsireya is a cutie patootie and plays piano (she's VERY good at it btw)

ao'nung sometimes plays acoustic

i can see rotxo playing both violin and ukulele.

kiri is really into mitski and lana del rey (i think everyone can agree). she's also obsessed with twice (cry for me is on repeat!!)

on that note, she's also in love with stayc. i see her being yoon biased.

ao'nung and rotxo sign to eachother whenever they feel like talking shit but can't verbally voice it when they're in public. tsireya watches in horror from across the room.

lo'ak used to be into girls older than him growing up. said older girls would always be into neteyam which greatly wounded his pride and he very silently resented neteyam for it.

neteyam is always helping his mother out with chores around the house. he always does the dishes after dinner (jake does not let them use the dishwasher bc it uses too much power apparently) and his room is actually fairly tidy. save for his closet in which he stuffs everything dirty into whenever it gets messy.

tsireya and kiri are best friends. lo'ak is always asking kiri advice on how to woo tsireya and kiri always tells him to piss off.

lo'ak uses lynx.

tuk was the type of kid to be obsessed with slime and neytiri hated it. she would watch those slime no glue no borax videos and would then proceed to use neytiris very expensive shampoos and hair products and mix them before leaving them in the freezer. she promptly forgot about the mixture and when neytiri found it she was livid.

kiri often asks neytiri and jake what type of person grace was. she has a photo of her mother smiling on her bedside stand.

ik no ones gonna see this fr but i have so many more of these so definitely gonna do more

#avatar #avatar headcanons #neteyam sully #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #tuk sully #jake sully #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #neteyam #lo'ak #kiri #tuk #tsireya #ao'nung #rotxo #avatar the way of water #avatar fic #am i right or am i right #this is all canon btw

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dreamtinblackandwhite · 2 months

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Hi lovey. I saw u post writing prompt and ur free to take this as an idea or a request but can we have "You mumble in your sleep, you know, it's quite fascinating." for robert pattinson’s role as monte from high life or bruce wayne if u’d prefer? there hasn’t been any fics of his role as daddy monte its criminal 😢

how have I never noticed there is nothing for Monte! well, now there's a little something :) thank you SO MUCH for reaching out!

Our Daughter

pairings: Robert Pattinson!Monte x Mom!Reader

background, in case you have seen or heard of High Life: Monte (Robert Pattinson's character) is among a group of criminals who depart on a space mission to collect scientific data. There is a doctor onboard (Dibs) who is obsessed with using the men on the ship to get the woman pregnant. However, every baby (and eventually every adult) die from radiation poisoning, leaving only Monte and the baby Dibs created from his sample (Willow) alone. Basically the entire ship is sex crazed except for Monte - it's a crazy movie, y'all.

Warnings: fluff, a few swear words, little bit of angst, mention of implied sexual encounters, mention of drug use, like two sentences of implied nudity, pretty sure that is all!

word count: 2430

You sat in the main operation room watching Monte’s viewpoint while he worked to repair a damaged hull section. Willow babbled in your lap, tugging at your hair occasionally. “Dada!” She giggled over and over again with the goofiest grin while watching the images in front of her.

“That’s dada!” You agreed, laughing softly as you bounced the baby on your knee.

“Hi Willow,” Monte sang through the speakers between his soft grunts as he worked. “Alright, all quiet,” he grumbled softly as he started to do the more precise work. You turned Willow from the screen and started to make silly faces at her, trying to get her to just giggle instead of call her for her dad.

It worked… sort-of. She giggled at you, but continued babbling ‘dada’ over and over again. Hearing Monte chuckle warmed your heart; you couldn’t deny how happy he seemed to be a dad, even considering the pending death they were facing. “I’m here, honey,” he reassured in a soft voice as Willow continued to babble for him.

“I knew I should have pushed ‘mama’ harder,” you joked in a quiet voice, scrunching your nose at the small child in front of you. Monte said nothing, he often avoided talking about Willow’s parentage – even though you were both subjected to similar experiments by Dibs. You knew it was because you weren’t really Willow’s mother. No, you were never one of Dibs ‘successes’ and each child you bore for her died from the radiation.

You barely registered Monte’s calm voice trying to calm the babbling baby while you were distracted by thoughts of what you lived through just months ago. It wasn’t until Willow was suddenly screaming and flailing in your arms that you were pulled back to the present. “Shit,” you mumbled, standing up and gently rocking Willow in your arms trying to shush her.

“Ah,” Monte winced sharply at the high-pitched sound that probably could have blown his ear drum through the mic in his suit. “Damnit, Y/N,” he groaned as he flinched back and hit a wrench off the edge of the station, watching as it floated away towards nothingness.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed as Willow finally settled in your arms after you distracted her with the makeshift doll she loved. Monte simply grunted in response before collecting the repair kit back together and making his way inside.

You and Monte didn’t speak much, there wasn’t much of a need anymore. You simply co-existed for Willow, she was your only connection. It was easy to adopt the routine Dibs laid out for the crew into this strange new life of just three. Every day was the same array of chores, passing Willow back and forth depending on who was working on what.

You made sure to always eat together; breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was something Monte had insisted upon when you finally accepted that the radiation would not bring the last three of death. This surprised you, but you didn’t argue it. You’d sit in silence, taking turns feeding Willow, and trying to enjoy her youth in this steel, grey life you were stuck in.

Today was no different, now that Monte was done with his repairs and he’d sent the system required message back to Earth so our water would run (even though it would be hundreds of years before anyone would hear it). He walked into the main operation room and swiftly pulled Willow from your arms, ignoring your pained sigh as he did.

“We’re going to dump the bodies,” he informed, looking at you hesitantly.

“That’s probably a good idea, best to shut off any system that we don’t need…” you trailed off, picking up the clutter of garbage that Willow would grow up to think are toys. The images from Earth clicked through on the screen, catching both of your attention for a few silent seconds.

“Do you regret coming?” Monte whispered slightly, as if he was afraid of your answer.

You shook your head, running a nervous hand through your hair. “I wouldn’t call it regret – I would have died if I stayed on Earth.” You tossed some of the objects into the makeshift play area at the center of the room, “but, who knows, maybe that would have been better than this.”

“I read your file,” he admitted next. You nodded, this didn’t surprise you – if Dibs had left the command chip to you, you would have read his.

“I know,” you replied with a shrug. Monte knelt down and let Willow support her weight with only three of his fingers as she tried to stumble walk towards you. You knelt to the same level and held your hand out to encourage her.

“You didn’t deserve to come here – everyone else; murders, rapists, sex-traffickers…” he avoided your eyes and focused on Willow trying to stumble back towards him now.

“It kept me clean,” you defended the decision you made a lifetime ago to come here. “I tried so many times back on Earth, but I’d always end up with the same people and I’d always end up half-dead in rehab.” You hugged Willow close to my chest as she exploded into a giggling mess after falling into your arms; she quickly recovered and turned to stumble back towards Monte – this was her favorite game, and Monte and you could do it for hours on end.

Monte’s eyes jumped between your face and Willow’s, trying to decide if he wanted to open up to you finally about himself and his own past that brought him to this station. “Come to dada, honey!” He encouraged, smiling at Willow now. She stumbled towards him and took his fingers before fidgeting to look at you again.

“M…” she started, your eyes went wide as you held your hand out to her. Monte froze looking down at his daughter. “Mmmaaahh mmmah!” She squealed, stumbling towards you. You laughed and engulfed her in a hug, tears stinging in your eyes; had she just tried to say mama for the first time?

“I should tend to the fields,” Monte quickly mumbled as he stood up, feeling his heart drop into his stomach.

“Monte,” you breathed, standing up with her. “I’m raising her too.” He kept his back towards you, only tossing a dismissive glance over his shoulder. You could see the troubled and pained look on his face and wished to know why this hurt him so much – wasn’t it better that you were here? Would he have preferred you died with the rest?

“You aren’t her mother,” his voice was barely above a whisper. He couldn’t will it any louder without risking painful cracks in his throat seeping through.

Monte prepared the same dry mixture of potatoes and nutritional powder from the ration closet for the three of you to eat for dinner. He knocked on the wall outside of the living quarters where you and Willow had floated to and you were telling her a story. “Dinner bell,” he grunted as you looked up at him from the stiff mattress.

He didn’t wait for you to prompt him in and moved to sit next to you, handing you a bowl. You silently ate your food, taking turns feeding Willow small spoonful’s. “You weren’t the only one who went through hell for Willow to be here,” you whispered, tears stinging at your eyes again. “I know you hate me; I know I will never be Boyse; I know you wish I died with the rest of them. But you need to accept that I love Willow just as much as you do.”

“I don’t hate you,” Monte’s head snapped to you with a pained look in his eyes. “It’s the opposite, don’t you see? I’m so happy you’re here; I would hate to be doing this alone.” He squished a potato cube against the side of his bowl and gently scooped the mash into Willow’s waiting mouth. “Someday, Willow will you need you more than me – that’s what hurts so much.”

“She won’t, Monte, she will always need you. Take it for a daddy’s girl myself – you never stop needing your dad,” you frown, looking at the food in your bowl and feeling like you could throw up at any point from the blandness.

“If we aren’t all dead by then,” Monte joked, a small grin on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling lighter at the sight of his small smile. You leaned your head on his shoulder while releasing a deep breath. “Sometimes I wish you were her mother,” he whispered his confession into your hair; you swear you felt his lips brush against you as if he were kissing your head. You knew it was a confession meant to remain unacknowledged so you said nothing - though you felt the same no matter how guilty that made you.

You continued to eat silently, both of you finally allowing the familiar comfort of company to wrap around this strange family of three. Monte eventually took Willow to do a medical check up while you readied the room for sleep. You tried to ignore the feeling in your chest. You had worked so hard over the past 8 months to stomp down those feelings that had appeared just from being alone with Monte; and now, after his admission that he was happy you were here (no matter how stubborn he still seemed) those feelings were raging forward fast.

“You watch her while I dump the bodies?” Monte asked as he came back into the room. You gasped slightly and covered yourself with your arms, the clothes you were changing into sprawled across the mattress in front of you. “Please, nothing I haven’t seen before,” Monte chuckled dryly.

“That was when we were being pumped full of aphrodisiac’s and sedatives all day long,” you rolled your eyes at him. “This time, I’m stone cold sober, Daddy Monte. Turn around,” your ordered with a smirk. He blushed and laughed softly at your mockery but obeyed and faced his back towards you. You quickly slip the shirt onto your body before walking towards him and tracing your fingers across his bicep as you reached for Willow.

Hey, you were going to be alone together on this ship for a life-time… what’s wrong with some innocent teasing between co-parents? Your smirk and teasing glance weren’t lost on Monte, he shared the smirk as the nearly passed out baby in his arms desperately reached for you. “Brat,” he scoffed before leaning closer to give you better access to your daughter.

“You know it,” you giggled softly, rocking Willow against your chest and beginning to hum a soft melody to her. You paced about the small room, giving Monte a look to say it was okay for him to leave the two of you.

It was a rule that if one of you were doing anything in the suits or near the airlock that your mics had to be on and broadcasted to the entire station. Just because you were trying to put Willow to sleep didn’t change that, Monte knew as he released the air supply to each suspended body bag that you’d hear all of it. He tried to keep quiet regardless, listening to the hums you were showering your daughter in.

After you ensured Willow was asleep in your arms, you gently laid down and held her close to the curve of your body. Eventually, you allowed your heavy eyes to close and fell asleep listening to Monte’s strained grunts.

Monte made his way back to your quarters, it was a nightly tradition at this point. You always sang Willow to sleep and would, more often than not, fall asleep holding her. He leaned his shoulder against the door frame, examining the sleeping faces of the two girls he’d fallen in love with so unexpectedly. He moved to sit on the cot on the other side of the room from you, listening to the soft mumbles that escaped your lips.

Every now and then he’d be able to interpret a word or two and had a mental log of your most frequented. If you were having a nightmare, which happened most nights, you whispered no, stop, run, it hurts, please. Each night he’d hear you pleading with these dark things that plagued your mind, he’d need to restrain himself from going to you. It was like every molecule in his body needed to comfort you.

But there were good nights: Willow baby, kitten, iced tea, mama, papa. “Monte,” you whispered, causing each of his muscles to tighten. He examined the lazy smile on your face and only after making sure you were still asleep, he relaxed with a smile of his own. This one was his favorite: his name. The first time he heard it was when he was forced to accept that he had fallen in love with you, and maybe you had too.

He laid down, listening to your incoherent babbling and the tiny snore of his daughter. He felt as relaxed now as he did before his childhood went to shit back on Earth.

Willow’s sharp cries forced your eyes to shoot open after only a few hours of sleep. You quickly sat up and pulled her into your chest again, rocking your shoulders as you yawned and tried to wake yourself up enough to comfort her. “Monte?” You asked as your blurred vision started to clear to see Monte sitting up in the cot across from you.

“Uh-“ he stuttered, looking down embarrassed. “Sorry, didn’t want to be alone… I guess.” You offered a small smile and a nod as Willow started to calm down in your embrace.

“You can always sleep in here with us,” you reassure. “I’m sure Willow can sense when we’re both near, she probably would like it.”

Monte chuckled softly and nodded, slipping his shirt off and handing it off to you. “Here,” he smiled at you. “Maybe the warmth will help her stay asleep longer.” You smiled and took it, sliding it onto Willow before laying back down. Monte knelt in front of your cot and gently swiped his thumb across Willow’s forehead.

“You mumble in your sleep, you know,” he whispered, his eyes connecting with yours. “It’s quite fascinating.” Your gulped slightly as a blush took over your cheeks as you noticed how close your faces were. “Maybe our daughter will get that from her mama,” he added. Pride filled him when he saw the smile creep across your face.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Yandere Himbo Househusband: Morgan Jox

“I got this baby! Rock the world, lovebug!”

Ever supportive and Ever enthusiastic

Muscles either completely exposed or practically tearing past his small t-shirt

He sends you off with more energy than your caffeinated drink

He waits until your out of sight

Going through his schedule to decide which intensive workout he’s doing before his chores

After his squats or pull-ups he prepares for another daily exercise

Pulling up the recent picture of you either working out or still sleeping as he left for his morning run he’s fully ready

“(Y/n)!!! IS THE PERFECT HUMAN BEING!!!”

“THEIR EYES ARE THE MOST ATTRACTIVE OF ALL!”

“MY (Y/n) IS MY (Y/N)!!!”

He so loud the other housespouses can hear him

He makes it a routine to shout about all the awesome things he sees in you

He would do it to your face but you get so embarrassed he can’t really do it around

So this how he gets his fix

He’ll also replay the most recent memories of the last time you had intercourse

Then he begins his chores

Gentle with the appliances because he knows he can be rough

Lightly going through your laundry so he doesn’t rip anything

Carefully planting your favorite flowers in the yard

And he’ll either order or start some meal prep

but once that's done he’s heading to his underground ring:

“Nice ta see ya again Jox!”

“Rapstley, you know not to use that name here.”

“Sure sure.”

Despite the twitch in his smile he hugs the ratty coach before proceeding to focus on properly lining his knuckles.

“..h-hey y-ya sure ya want ta do this? He’s just trying to emb’rrass ya, I don’t thinks he really wants yer uh love bug or anythin’”

Morgan tested his grip tightly closing his fist as he recalled the maddening threat before letting his typical smile shine deviously on his face. He kept his eyes on his ebony knuckles as he mentally filled his head with his favorite moments of you before meeting the anxiously creased eyes of Rapstley.

“Nope. I’ve made up my mind. As their husband it’d be stupid if I didn’t defend their name Besides–”

He waited at the beaded doorway watching his opponent jump around to the reaction of the crowd. His smile twitched but remained unshaken as he set his sights on the teeth of his opponent.

“I’ve already decided that they're mine.”

Ding* Ding*

“Weeeellll members of our underground audience the Behemoth is still smashing this guy—what's his name? Nevermind doesn’t matter—is getting his head mashed into human slush! Sounding like a pretty good snack right now, this is why you–?

*DON’T THREATEN LOVEBUG!!!!*

“That’s right folks! Behemoth should– Never. Be. Tested. Or rather keep doin’ it because weeee lovelovelove your—?”

*DEMISE*

“As promised, Behemoth will be going home with that million dollar cash prize!!! See ya next time folks!”

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“B-babe?! Why did our joint account go up to three million? Is this a mistake? Who do we call–?”

“No no lovebug! Remember my friend at the gym? He needed a trainer and he was…particularly generous this time around.”

“T-that’s crazy! D-did you thank him?”

“Of course baby, I fixed him one of those famous protein shakes!”

“Oh that's really sweet, that is if it's as expensive to make as the rumors say.”

“Don’t worry about it Lovebug! Now will you help me do my push ups.”

“Y-you mean by sitting on you’re back?”

“Yup! C’mon Lovebug, make my day…or we can do another workout…”

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saviorbook · 1 year

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I'm doing it again! We've got @fransweek 2023, sweet gesture. I just wanted to write what I thought classic Sans would do if Frisk had a really bad day.

The spot in the bed next to me was empty when I finally woke up. I wasn’t too surprised; Frisk was typically awake before me most days. I looked at my phone to check the time; it was slightly past twelve, but I wasn’t too concerned since we hadn’t gone to sleep until close to four. I was, however, slightly concerned that Frisk had left me a voicemail.

“Hey hon, I would say this was the worst day ever, but looking back earlier in my life, I fell in a giant hole, on a cursed mountain, for a reason. Anyway, today wasn’t exactly peachy, regardless, so I’m going to complain about it.

It started off with me getting called into work because my coworkers are big babies that don’t know how to handle their own problems. I missed my morning coffee, didn’t bring a lunch with me, and I didn’t even get to say goodbye to you this morning, because we had been asleep for maybe three hours, and you’re impossible to wake up before the five hour mark. Plus, the man who called me, made the issue seem life or death. It wasn’t. I could’ve handled it with an email.

The worst part was that they didn’t allow me to come home after the problem was fixed. I know that they should’ve. I even told them, that was the only thing I was doing today. Then, curse my inability to say no, they convince me to do more work. It’s supposed to be my day off. I had plans to cuddle with you and be lazy, if only for today. But, no! I had to go into work today. I’m sorry. I’ll probably be home by six. Love you.” The voicemail ended, and I was left speechless.

This just solidified that my wife is incredible and that she needed some major TLC when she got home. Luckily, I probably had close to six hours to get everything done. All of the chores had already been done last night, so I could really only surprise her with dinner. This also gave me some time to kill, and since my wife wasn’t here to stop me from being a workaholic on my day off, the hypocrite, I looked over some court cases that were bugging me.

It had reached five o’clock when I finally started on dinner. Prep time took longer than I had anticipated, so I was a bit nervous when I finally slipped the quiche into the oven. Luckily, the oven went off as my beautiful wife pulled into the driveway.

When she entered the house, I grabbed her coat and went to hang it up.

“dinner’s on the table. i figured you might be hungry after not eating all day.” I pulled out her chair and went to sit down, myself.

“Sans, this is too sweet. You really shouldn’t have. I mean the wine, the quiche, what next? Are you going to surprise with you having done the laundry?” She giggled and rolled her eyes a little.

“joke’s on you, we did that together, last night. you’re only running on three hours of sleep though, so i’ll let it slide. i do hope that the ice cream that’s sitting in the freezer will be a nice surprise though. it’s miso ice cream.” Her eyes lit up, and she gave me a large smile.

“You’re going to give me a toothache before I get to the ice cream with how sweet you are. I really appreciate it, but enough talking, because you won’t get very much conversation out of me while I’m stuffing my face.” I rolled my own eyes and stood to pour her a glass of wine before eating with her in a comfortable silence.

When we were done eating, Frisk gave me the largest pout she could muster, in hopes that I would cave and give her the ice cream. While it was hard, I managed to prevail.

“you can have some ice cream after you’ve changed into not professional attire and while we’re sitting on the couch, bingeing adventure time.” She clapped a little, before giving me a salute.

“Yes, sir! I’ll be right back.” She practically bounced up the stairs, and I went to get the ice cream in the bowls.

She quickly came back down, and we started watching the show. We were curled up on the couch together, our bedroom comforter was sloppily wrapped around her, and only the sound of the show and clinking spoons could be heard. After the second episode, I turned the TV off. Frisk was quietly snoring, her bowl sitting limply in her hands, as if holding on for dear life so as not to fall. It was a bit awkward to maneuver myself into a position to grab it, but I managed to do it without stirring her.

I hadn’t been awake for too long, so I was feeling a bit antsy. I decided to take this opportunity to admire her. She was in sweat pants, her hair having been pulled into a messy bun, and a strap of her tank top was hanging off of her shoulder. It might not sound too impressive, but I thought that seeing her like this was everything. The bags under her eyes told me that any trouble I went through tonight, was well worth it and having to scrub the ice cream bowls tomorrow wouldn’t be too big of a deal. In my mind she will always be worth any and every gesture I make for her, be it big or small. She deserves it all, and with that last thought, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

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all-the-things-2020 · 5 months

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No Better Place - Chapter 11

Summary: Cassidy meets the family and two new horses join the herd.

Word count: 2400+

They settled into a comfortable routine. Javi still came most days to work with Buster, but now he spent the night a few times a week. Cassidy kept a couple of casseroles in her freezer, ready to pop in the oven on the days Javi stayed over. They were cheap and each one would feed them for several days. Saturday nights, they went “out” to Chucho’s to watch movies and snuggle on the couch. Her own VCR had broken and she hardly used it anyway, so even though they sacrificed some privacy, it was worth it to enjoy a film on Chucho’s 36 inch television once a week.

“You should come with us to the party tomorrow,” Chucho said one Saturday night as they were waiting for the video to rewind before putting it back in the case.

“Aw, Dad, she doesn’t want to spend the day with a bunch of people she’s never met,” Javi said.

“They want to meet her,” Chucho said. He turned to Cassidy. “I know you have work to do, mija, but I’m getting tired of everyone asking me why Javi won’t bring his novia around to meet everyone. They think there’s something wrong with you.”

Javi snorted. “They do not,” he said. “They just want to tell her embarrassing stories about me.” He took Cassidy’s hand and squeezed it. “You don’t have to go.”

She looked between the two men. Chucho had a pleading look on his face, while Javi looked slightly smug. “Actually,” she said, “I would like to meet some of your relatives.” Javi shook his head, while Chucho laughed.

“Oh, baby, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” Javi said.

She put her arms around him and hugged him tight. “That’s what everyone said when I started dating you,” she reminded him. “And so far I don’t regret a thing.”

He tilted her chin up and kissed her. “Ay dios mio, get a room,” Chucho teased as he punched the eject button on the VCR and removed the videotape. “Or better yet, go back to Cassidy’s place so I don’t have to hear ‘Oh, Javi, oh, Javi’ all night.”

One Saturday night, after a marathon of The Godfather and The Godfather II, Cassidy had opted to spend the night rather than drive home so late, and Chucho had teased them mercilessly the next morning, complaining that he needed to soundproof the walls of Javi’s bedroom if she was going to sleep over again.

“Shut up, Dad,” Javi said easily.

“Yeah, shut up, Dad,” Cassidy repeated. “I really should get going, though. If I’m going with you tomorrow, I’ll need to get all my barn chores done early.” She stood up and Javi walked her to the front door.

“He’s going to tease the hell out of me now,” he said quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“You called him Dad,” Javi said. “I’m sure you can imagine what he’ll read into that.”

She laughed. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I was just mimicking you.” She put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down for a goodnight kiss. “Call me in the morning when you’re ready to go.”

He pressed his forehead against hers. “Be careful driving home,” he whispered.

“Always,” she replied. She kissed his lips again gently, and then headed for her truck.

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Javi shifted nervously in his seat. Cassidy sat between him and Chucho, who was driving, and he didn’t know what to do with his hands. If he put his arm around her, his hand would be brushing his father’s shoulder, but the bench seat was crowded with three of them jammed into the cab. His right elbow was pressed against the door and his left threatened to jab Cassidy in the ribs.

“For Christ’s sake, settle down, mijo,” Chucho grumped. “Just put your arm around her.”

Cassidy chuckled and scooched closer to him. Chucho shook his head. “You’d think you were a couple of junior high kids on the way to their first dance,” he said.

Javi knew it was silly but he couldn’t help it. He hadn’t brought a girl to a family function in years. Not since Lorraine. He slid his arm around Cassidy’s shoulders and pulled her closer. She laid her head on his shoulder.

“I’m just nervous,” he admitted. “They’re all going to tease me and ask a million questions and embarrass the hell out of us.”

“They’re family,” Chucho said. “That’s what they’re supposed to do.”

When they pulled up outside Tio Ricardo’s house, there were already more than a dozen vehicles parked haphazardly in the driveway, front lawn, and down the street. Ricardo lived in an older subdivision with one acre lots and a semi-rural atmosphere.

“So, who’s birthday is it?” Cassidy asked as Javi helped her down from the truck.

“My cousin Arturo,” Javi replied. “He’s turning eighteen. Probably champing at the bit to ditch the family party and go out with his friends.”

It took some time to introduce Cassidy to everyone. Even the kids were curious about the woman who was dating Primo Javi, even more so when they found out she had horses. Soon Cassidy was deep in conversation with three little girls who had brought their toy ponies along with them.

“So,” Tio Ricardo said, handing Javi a cold beer. “You better not leave this one at the altar, you hear me?”

“We’ve been dating less than two months,” Javi said. Ricardo simply looked at him. Javi sighed. “Look, Dad already told me what he’ll do to me if I break her heart. You don’t have to do it, too.” He took a drink of his beer. “I’m not gonna hurt her,” he said softly.

“Good,” Ricardo said. “And by the way, if she hurts you, I’m siccing Abuela Graciela on her.” He laughed and slapped Javi on the back. No one crossed Abuela Graciela, who was close to ninety years old but still ruled with an iron fist. Even the wildest teenage boy in the family dreaded doing something to bring him to her attention. Her tongue was sharp and if Javi could have taken her down to Colombia and turned her loose on Pablo Escobar and the other narcos it would have saved the whole world a lot of trouble.

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Cassidy had a great time at the party, even though she didn’t know anyone and half the conversations going on around her were in Spanish. The three little girls, Ana, Maria, and Chelsea, were enamored with her and she had a standing invitation to “play horses” with them any time.

She’d also heard the story of how Javi left Lorraine at the altar at least six times and several stories of stupid things he’d done as a kid and teenager. Chucho assured her only half of them were true, but wouldn’t tell her which half. And the food was amazing. Ricardo’s wife had insisted everyone take some leftovers home with them, so on the ride home, she and Javi carefully balanced foil trays and packets of carne asada, homemade tortillas, and potato salad.

“Now I see why you two accept every invitation,” she said. “You get free food.”

Javi chuckled. “Yeah, Dad hates to cook, so we live off leftovers for a couple of days.” He rubbed his hand up and down the outside of her arm. “I should start bringing some over so you don’t have to feed me every time I spend the night.”

“I don’t mind feeding you,” she insisted. “You’re doing so much around the place, I feel like I owe you. And feeding you is cheaper than paying you.”

Javi leaned in and whispered, his mustache tickling her ear, “You’re already paying me in other ways.”

“Nah,” she whispered back, “that’s not payment. I might do just about anything for my horses but I’m now whoring myself out for them.” She winked at him, so he’d know she was kidding.

Javi just shook his head. She wondered just how much he knew about her financial situation. So far, she was hanging in there, and she didn’t want him to worry about nothing.

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Javi pulled up next to Cassidy’s house to see two strange horses trotting around in Buster’s pen. They were smallish pintos, one black and white, the other red and white. Both had tangles in their manes and tails and bright yellow stickers on their rumps.

Buster whickered at him from the arena, where he was standing at the rail, staring at the newcomers, his nostrils flared. Javi walked over to him. “Did they kick you out, buddy?”

Buster flicked an ear at him but kept his eyes on the other horses. “It’s just temporary,” Cassidy called from the barn. She walked toward them. “They’re pretty bonded and I didn’t want them to freak out too much.”

“I thought you were going to get one horse,” Javi said. She’d sold Dawson a week ago and last night she’d headed for the local auction to buy a new project horse with part of the money.

“So did I,” she admitted, stroking Buster’s muzzle. “But like I said, they’re very bonded and I couldn’t break them up. And they were cheap enough.”

“How much did you end up clearing?” Javi asked.

She wouldn’t look at him. “Fifty bucks,” she said quietly. He sighed. Fifty dollars wouldn’t buy much hay, and now she had two more mouths to feed. She’d planned to spend only half the money she’d gotten for Dawson. She’d sold him for five hundred, which meant she’d spent four fifty on the two pintos.

“Two twenty five a piece doesn’t seem cheap to me,” he said mildly. “Unless you know something I don’t.” The horses looked half wild and personally he wouldn’t have paid more than a hundred and fifty for either one.

“I had to go that high to outbid the meat buyer,” she said. “But if I can retrain them fast, I can try to sell them as a pair. They might be good for a drill team or something like that. The auction guy said they might be mother and daughter. The black and white is about eight and the chestnut is about four, so it’s possible.”

“Let me know if you need any help with hay or anything,” Javi offered.

“I’m fine,” Cassidy snapped. “I didn’t clear much profit off Dawson but so what? I’ll just sell a couple extra articles this month. I have a shitload of ideas.” She bit her lower lip. “Come on, let me introduce you to my new wild girls.” She walked purposefully toward the pen, and Javi followed. He’d touched a nerve, but he didn’t want to push her.

The mares were wary but were easily lured to the fence with the carrots in Cassidy’s back pocket. They were small, the four year old not much bigger than a pony. “They’ll be great kids' horses if I can calm them down,” she said, rubbing the older mare’s forehead. The filly snorted and shied away. “Great 4-H project or gymkhana, especially the young one.”

Javi wasn’t convinced, but he kept his mouth shut. They seemed a bit too wild, even more so than Buster had been when he first arrived. Buster had been scared but he’d been fully broken already. These two were more like mustangs just off the range, and Javi sure wouldn’t trust a kid with either of them, but Cassidy was the expert.

“So, when does my boy get his pen back?,” he asked, half joking.

“Couple of days,” she replied. “I want to pull out the wall between two stalls so they can share a bigger one, then I’ll move them into the barn. I’ve been thinking about doing that anyway, so I’ll have a foaling stall just in case I ever get a pregnant mare.”

“Or you decide to breed Cricket?,” he asked.

She whipped her head around. “I’m not breeding Cricket,” she said firmly. “She’s a lovely mare and God knows I wish there were more horses like her in the world, but with all the horses being dumped at auction, there’s no need for me to be adding another backyard bred horse to the world.” She leaned against the fence and stared off into the distance. “That’s actually a good idea for an article. ‘Why You Shouldn’t Breed Your Mare.’ I need to remember that.”

They spent the rest of the day tearing out the wall between the two stalls on the end of the aisle. Cricket and Nugget, the other rescue horse, who was unable to be sold yet because of a chronic tendon issue that needed time to heal, watched for a while but got bored quickly and went back to dozing in the back of their stalls.

“Tomorrow, we’ll sand everything down, pull out any loose nails, and cover the edges up with new boards,” Cassidy said when they were done. “You gonna stay tonight or go home?”

“Dad’s expecting me,” he said reluctantly. “He’s got some paperwork he wants me to help him with. Some kind of permits he has to file before he can build a ditch or something.” Honestly, Javi hadn’t been paying full attention when Chucho had explained it to him. But he was very familiar with bureaucratic red tape, and he’s promised to help his father fill out the forms.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” Cassidy said. She pulled him in for a kiss and he slid his arms around her waist. He wished he could be with her every night, but neither of them was ready to take that step yet. He kissed her again and headed home.

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Cassidy was kind of glad that Javi couldn’t stay that night. She fed all the horses, put Buster back in his stall, double checked the gate on the pen where the new mares were, and went into the house. She fixed herself a sandwich for dinner, fed Linus, and then parked her butt in her desk chair. She brainstormed some ideas for an article on reasons not to breed a mare, did revisions on a finished article on bareback pads, and got several paragraphs done on her latest work in progress.

Last of all, she went over her spreadsheet. This month would be tight, since she’d been counting on more of a profit off the sale of Dawson, but she’d be able to make her mortgage payment and feed all the animals, and that was all that mattered. Still, she’d have to work her ass off to build her emergency cushion back up.

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