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roxygen22 · 2 months

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SNIFFLES

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: Ben/Bean (age 2) and reader (mom) are sick. Willy takes care of you both.

C/W: Illness but nothing graphic

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You hadn't experienced this level of exhaustion since Ben was a newborn. The poor dear had been down with a cold for three days now. His hacking cough and stuffy nose kept him from getting comfortable enough to rest well at night, causing him to be lethargic and clingy all day. Granted, you enjoyed the snuggles, but you would give anything to have your happy, energetic Ben back. Unfortunately, though, you caught his cold with the constant closeness.

Willy was accustomed to coming home to happy noises of reading, playing, or cooking. But on the third day of illness in the Wonka household, there was nothing but silence to greet him upon entry except the occasional sniffles coming from the study. Willy came around the sofa with a pitiful pout on his face. You and Ben were just lounging on the sofa staring at the fire. You had a book in hand, but neither of you had the energy to look at it.

"Oh, [y/n]. You, too?" Willy took in the sight of your pale skin and dark circles under your eyes as he picked Ben up from your lap. Normally very excited to see his papa, the boy just nestled his head into the crook of Willy's neck and sucked his thumb. He could feel heat radiating from the little body. Willy then gently rested the back of his hand against your forehead. "Both of you are running a fever."

"I believe it," you responded weakly after clearing your throat. "My skin hurts. I'm hot and cold at the same time, and I can't breathe through my nose. Ben hasn't been able to get comfortable all day, either."

"I'm home now, so you should go rest."

"No, I need to get dinner started," you argued while trying (but failing) to sit up on the couch.

"Nonsense. You can't pour from an empty cup, my sweet," Willy chided as he helped you up with his spare hand. "Why don't you go take a hot steaming bath while I make my mamma's soup recipe? It's sure to help you feel better." You opened your mouth to speak before he held up a finger, "Before you say it, don't worry about Bean. I've got him. Let me take care of you, too."

You conceded. You knew arguing further with Willy once his mind was made up was an exercise in futility in your current state. Most of the time, your stubborness rivaled his, but not this day. Your fatigue outweighed the guilt of temporarily relinquishing your [self-imposed] role of caretaker.

You made your way to the bath, thankful for Willy's contraption that provided hot water on demand.* Once the tub was filled, you sank down into the water with a long sigh. Your muscles protested as you went about your normal ablutions, but the steam did wonders for your ability to breathe. You felt semi-human again as you stepped out and toweled off.

Willy was a bit slow-going on the soup since one arm was busy supporting the toddler on his hip. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your boys. Their matching curly hair was in disarray thanks to the humidity from the soup. Ben looked up, alerting Willy to your presence in the kitchen with a quiet "mamma" as he reached for you. That was a rarity when Willy was home, preferring you only if he was tired or sick. Ben and his papa were as thick as thieves.

Willy turned around from the stove to look at you as he handed you the boy. "It's nice to see some color in your cheeks again, even if it's just from the warmth of the bath. Did it help?"

"A bit. I can actually breathe through my nose at the moment."

He chuckled and went back to stirring. "Good, good. Soup should be ready in a couple of minutes." You set Ben in his high chair and started to grab bowls and bread before Willy good-naturedly scolded you. "Nuh-uh. Sit." You pursed your lips and glared but complied nonetheless.

Willy set the table and dished out the soup. He scooted Ben's high chair closer to help him eat so you could focus on feeding yourself. The soup looked amazing, leaving you longing to actually be able to smell or taste it. Instead, you just enjoyed the warmth as it soothed your scratchy throat.

The family slowly ate their dinner in relative silence. Unable to smell or taste, Ben quickly lost interest and begged to be held. Willy obliged and set the boy in his lap. Having ate your fill, you pushed the bowl back and stood up to clear the table.

Willy tutted at you. "[Y/N]. I've. Got. This. Now. Go. To. Bed." Ben, however, was not ready to let you out of his sight. Reaching up to you from Willy's lap with grabby hands and pouty lip, he whimpered. Before you could react, Willy turned the boy around to face him instead. "Now Bean, Mamma takes good care of us all the time. It's our turn to take care of her. She is going to go night night a little early. You and I, little man, are going to read a story after we clean up the kitchen." Over Ben's head, you saw Willy mouth to you, "Go."

You smiled, blew a kiss, and quickly made your exit before Ben turned around. It felt deceitful, but if anyone could keep Ben distracted, it was Willy. You could faintly hear Willy bustling around the kitchen singing the clean-up song without further complaint from the boy.

Satisfied that Ben was in good hands and relatively happy, you readied yourself for bed. After two nights of interrupted sleep and a full day of fever, you were practically unconscious before your head even hit the pillow. You slept solidly for hours before you woke with a start. Why is it quiet? Where are the boys?

You tiptoed to Ben's room, avoiding the planks in the floor that tended to creak. You found Willy in the rocking chair, feet propped up and holding Ben upright on his chest so the boy could breathe freely. You picked up a blanket from Ben's bed and covered them both, taking in the sweet scene. "Rest well, my loves," you whispered before retreating back to bed.

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*Remember, Willy is an inventor, so it's totally plausible that this fictional character invented the precursor to the modern water heater, lol.

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juiles · 7 months

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Just a normal day

Requested: yes

Summary: an average day with a teen and her father and his team.

Warnings: none

Type: pure fluff

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Today was a calm day. No one was out on a mission. Some people were writing up some mission reports but everyone was just lounging around the compound. A calm day. Y/n walked into the building, Friday alerting everyone around them that the teenager was home from school.

“Hello darling.” Steve said looking up from his piles of paperwork to see his daughter walking in, her backpack slung up on one shoulder, her phone in her other hand.

“Hi papa.” Y/n murmured plopping down next to the man with a soft sigh. “How’s paperwork?”

“Oh well you know. Average.” He said picking up his pen and starting to write again. “Homework?” This pulled an elongated sigh from the blonde teen who flopped her upper body on to Steve’s lap who chuckled and tucked a lock of hair behind the girls ear.

“Always.” She muttered with a small pout forming on her lips. “I don’t want to do it papa…”

The two heard a chuckle come from a redhead behind them. “Awe does the poor baby have homework?” Natasha rounded the corner and plopped down next to the man and his daughter. Y/n stuck her tongue out at the older woman. “Really mature kid.”

“Well i am a kid aunty Nat.” She said with a look before sitting up with a loud groan. “Time to do some AP calc i guess.” She said pulling out her binder from her backpack. The binder thudded on to the table making everyone glance up, most having an eyebrow raised at the loud sound it made.

“Damn kid. What kind of work are they giving you? It’s heavier than the files after the Battle of New York were.” Tony said shifting in his seat to sit back and look at her binder.

“It’s uhm… calc and then just normal classes? It’s average work load for students.” She shrugged and started her homework. “Whose day is it for dinner?” Natasha asked as she scrolled on her phone lounging next to the young girl.

“Wanda i think. But i could be wrong.” She murmured as her feet went to lay over her fathers lap. “Papa do you know?”

Steve gave a hum with a shake of his head as he finished signing off the paperwork in front of him. “No doll. Do your homework please.”

Y/n roller her eyes at her father before going back to her work mumbling about something no one could understand. Natasha stood up and walked in to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. “Want some coffee kid?” She asked looking over her shoulder seeing the blonde nod slightly. “Cream and sugar?” She once again saw the ponytail bib up and down and she poured the coffee for herself and the girl before bringing it back over making all the guys start to whine.

“What?”

“You can’t just get her and you coffee?!”

“Why don’t we get coffee?!”

“Come on Romanoff!”

“Favouritism!”

The teen merely smirked and stuck her tongue out at the men who preceded to all pout. “I’m her favourite. It’s very clear.” Natasha rolled her eyes and continued to scroll on her phone while the teen did homework. Tony coming over at one point to help her with calculus and Bucky and Steve helping out with her world war project for history.

All was calm until Wanda called dinner, causing all the guys to stumble over each other to get a spot at the table, all leaving a seat next to Steve open so the teen could sit there after packing her bag up. She came in with a sigh and plopped down beside her father.

Dinner was her favourite time of day. It was when everyone who was on earth and not on a mission, got together and had normal conversations and family time. It was very nice. A little loud, a little chaotic with all the guys trying to get all the food, especially when Thor was here but she wouldn’t change it for the world.

“Papa. Can you pass the peas please?” Y/n asked timidly looking over at the blonde man who hummed and put it on her plate. “Thank you.”

“What do you want to do after dinner baby?” He asked the teen as she looked around at the table. “Movie night?”

Tony whooped and looked at the teen. “Who’s picking mini cap?”

“I’m not mini cap and I am. You all pick lame ass movies.” Y/n said causing all the men to immediately protest. “Nope! If you don’t wanna watch my movie then fine but papa, aunty Nat and aunty Wanda and I are!” She said with a small huff making everyone try to muffle a laugh. “You’re so cute darling.” Steve said kissing his daughters head causing the girls cheeks and ears to tint pink.

The team all helped clean up from dinner before they all found their way to the living room where they all settled down. Thor sitting on the floor, leaning against the arm of the couch. Tony with Pepper cuddled up in a love seat. Wanda and Natasha cuddled on one side of y/n. Steve holding his daughter close on the other side. The whole family settled down to watch the movie that the teen had picked.

As y/f/m played, y/n started to drift off, her head buried into her dads neck just enjoying the calmness and love that came from being surrounded by her whole family. She felt herself be lifted and tucked into her bed and a scruffy kiss from her father who murmured a soft ‘I love you darling. Sleep good’ before leaving her to fall asleep contently.

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chaos-is-beautifvl · 2 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐩

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: eddie has never put much thought into who your dad is and why he’s never met him until one evening when he wishes he never knew || inspired by daughter of a cop - tv girl

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: hopper!reader, fluff, getting caught, tickling (think that needs a warning), hopper being overprotective, eddie being scared for his life, mike being a little shit as always

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2075

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: thinking of writing a part 2 where hop talks to joyce like he did w/ mike. i have a lot of ideas for this story that i didn’t include so this might be a little mini series if you guys are interested feedback is golden & i’d love to hear you what you think! feel free to send a request, guidelines here!

part two preview! part two here!

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Three things set off Hopper’s dad alert when he got home.

First was the van parked in his driveway. Now, this wasn’t a big deal. His kids always had someone new around. After the fourth person, he stopped keeping track.

Second was the repeated calls of your name to see if you were home, followed by him walking through the house to your room. He was slightly surprised to see that your bedroom door closed. Not that the rule necessarily applied to you, but you always had your door ajar due to you constantly listening to music.

That led to the third thing that activated his protective papa bear instincts. Not only was the music louder than usual, but the metal banging playing inside your room was definitely not your music.

So, when adding each thing together, the outcome was not a good one.

He didn’t allow himself to think about what was going on behind the door before he barged in. What he found was neither what he expected nor wanted to see.

A little before

The two of you were introduced through the kids and instantly hit it off. After much pining from the both of you and unabashed flirting on Eddie’s part, a date came. Then another. Then another. Then another until you were spending most of your time, both free and at school, with the eccentric brunet.

You convinced Eddie to really try at his studies this semester. He kept mentioning how ‘86 was his year, but as you so kindly reminded him, it wouldn’t be his year if he didn’t do his work.

So, like a good friend, you offered to help him study. That resulted in an exaggerated groan from Eddie, who fell to the ground, acting as if he had died. Nevertheless, the brunet gave in, and the two of you made your merry way to your house in his van.

No one was home, and Eddie never paid much attention to why he hadn’t met your dad or how anytime he came over, no one was there. Truthfully, you were saving Eddie by not introducing the two just yet.

You mentioned before that your dad was a bit crazy, and of course, Eddie laughed you off, saying no one was crazier than him. Oh, how wrong he was.

Eddie was listening to you explain the chemistry homework with an apparent disinterest when he suddenly stood. You halted your talking, staring at him quizzically.

“You look so comfortable sitting there,” Eddie said, a smile surfacing on his face. You let out a confused chuckle, “Thanks...?”

He squinted, bending into a crouching position. You narrowed your eyes in realization.

“Eddie…” He slowly crept over to you, a wicked smile on his face. “Edward Munson, don’t you dare—” You squealed as the brunet stuck his tongue out before pouncing on you. His hands found their way to your sides, fingers dancing across your skin.

“E-Eddie!” You squirmed around, messing up your previously made bed as you attempted to free his torture.

Now, contrary to what others might think, Eddie is a sweetheart. A big softie. You have always thought positively of him until this very moment when you think he’s a bit of a monster.

Your uncontrollable fits of laughter turned into pleas. Though you admired Eddie’s agile fingers while they strummed on his guitar, they were now the cause of your despair.

“I’ll stop on one condition,” Eddie said, pausing so you could speak. You told him you would do anything if he stopped. He grinned devilishly, “I’ll stop if you say ‘Eddie Munson is the freakiest of all freaks’.”

You snickered, brows raising - this time not because he was tickling you but because you were amused. “Seriously?”

“No? Okay, then.” Before you had a chance to say anything, Eddie was back to his torture. That continued for a few more seconds until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, okay!” You squeezed out in between laughs. “Eddie M-Munson is the freak—” His fingers ran across your exposed ribcage, and you squirmed, attempting to get the rest of your words out in one go. “Freakiest of all freaks!”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You looked up to see Eddie grinning as he hovered over you. You weakly slapped at his arm, panting. “You’re a menace, Munson.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he stared down at you. “And you’re really pretty.”

Your face flushed. Not that Eddie hadn’t complimented you before, but you weren’t expecting it, especially after he had just finished torturing you only moments prior.

“So are you,” was your breathy reply. He really was.

A hand came into view, and you thought Eddie would tickle you again until it rested on your cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

You swore he could feel the warmth rushing to your previously flushed face and hear your heart beating out of your chest at his question.

Before you could give him an obvious answer of “yes”, your bedroom door flung open. You almost didn’t hear it over Eddie’s loud music playing from your cassette player.

You barely had time to react when you heard the words: Get. Off. My. Daughter.

Eddie was quick to hop off of you, stumbling over a fallen pillow in the process. Once you finished adjusting yourself, you turned to your dad, heart beating out of your chest - but not in the pleasant way Eddie had.

The brunet standing next to you looked equally terrified as Hopper stared you down. You reached for his hand to calm him. Hopper watched your movements like a hawk.

When he started speaking, he was eerily calm. That made you worry more. “Who are you, and why are you in my daughter’s room?”

Eddie glanced at you, and you squeezed his hand reassuringly. “We weren’t doing anything, Dad. He was just tickling-”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Okay, not much you could do there. It was Eddie’s turn.

“My name’s Eddie.” His hold on your hand tightened. “And like she said, we weren’t doing anything, you know?”

Hopper pinched the bridge of his nose as if to push off an impending headache. He breathed in sharply. “No, I don’t know, Eddie. And it didn’t seem like nothing when you’re in my daughter’s room, on top of her with her shirt pulled up.” He took a step closer, and Eddie backed up.

“So, you tell me, punk…” Hopper’s eyes widened as he poked Eddie in the chest. “Why the hell are you in my daughter’s room?”

“Um- I-” Eddie tried to form a response that wouldn’t further anger the man in front of him. He winced, his explanation more of a question than a statement. “We were studying…?”

Hopper turned around, his back facing you. Eddie sent you a wide-eyed gaze, mouthing something like: ‘this is your dad?!’ You could only shrug, offering him a sympathetic look. You leaned over and whispered, “I told you you wouldn’t want to meet him.”

You were so right about that, and despite the seriousness of the situation, Eddie couldn’t help laughing. It was short - a chortle or a snicker at most. Your eyes widened as Eddie slapped his free hand over his mouth.

Your dad cackled as he tapped his foot, hands on his hips. Just as you were about to call out to him, he turned around and lunged at Eddie, who let go of your hand to dodge his attack.

It was your turn to look shocked. You quickly recovered as Hopper tripped over the same pillow Eddie had when he lunged again.

“Eddie,” you called. “I think you should go. Like now.”

Eddie was already snatching up his lunchbox. If your dad was this worked up over simple tickling, he didn’t want to know what he would be like if he found out that Eddie dealt drugs.

“Great idea, Y/N! Already thinking of it!” As he turned to dash out of your room, Hopper got up and chased after him. He reminded you of an angry bear, which was something you’d laugh about after the fact. You followed after, hoping you wouldn’t have to take Eddie to the hospital after this.

Eddie ran outside, fumbling with his keys. He was too busy trying to run for his life that he hadn’t noticed the kids standing in his path.

An arm shot out, stopping Eddie from bumping into them. “Woah, man,” Mike said. “What the hell are you doing?”

El clung to Mike’s other arm, and you tried to tame the wild animal that was your dad from killing your boyfriend. Eddie planted his feet and pointed to the burly man charging at him like a bull.

“That! That’s what I’m doing, Wheeler. Running from that!”

Again, if this were a different situation, you would be laughing your ass off, but now wasn’t the time if you wanted Eddie to stay alive. And, you really wanted him to stay alive.

“Wait, what? Why is Hopper-” While Mike could be annoying as shit at times and pretty oblivious most of the time, he caught on surprisingly quick. He glanced at Eddie, then Hopper, then you - then back, and Mike knew what happened. A laugh escaped him, jolting his body, and El looked at him in confusion.

“You and Y/N,” he sputtered out more laughter, and honestly, it wasn’t that funny. “Oh, man, this is gold.”

“Yeah, yeah, Wheeler, laugh it up. Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie had dropped his keys from fumbling hands for the umpteenth time. He was visibly sweating, and you felt sorry for him.

“How long has this-”

Mike was cut short by a frustrated growl as Hopper struggled to rise from the ground after you knocked him over with a pillow. “I’ll call Joyce if you put one finger on him.”

That seemed to knock a little sense into the man. Keyword: a little. But it did give Eddie more time to sort out his predicament. An ecstatic “aha!” came from the brunet as he finally found the correct key and hopped into his van.

The engine roared to life and ironically got Hopper started again. He jumped to his feet, not even worrying about the dirt on his clothes, and ran towards the van.

Thankfully, he didn’t make it in time because what Eddie did once he knew he was safe was a little risky, even for him. As he pulled out of the driveway, he stuck his head out the window. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N’s dad! Maybe next time you won’t try to kill me! Bye!”

Now, this time you did laugh. Eddie was living up to that menace title. Hopper disrupted the small amount of peace when he turned to you with a livid look. He reminded you of a cartoon character - you were sure there was smoke billowing from his nose and ears.

“Inside, now!”

You rolled your eyes at him, letting the previous events settle in. When you didn’t move, he snapped his fingers. “Now, Y/N!”

“Fine!” You followed him inside, shutting the door to keep Mike’s nosy ears out of your conversation, not that it would help any. Before he could open his mouth, you quickly voiced your grievances.

“Dad, what the hell was that?”

Hopper turned to you with a wild look. The only time you had remotely seen him like that was when Mike was getting on his nerves with the amount of time he spent with El that one summer.

“Oh, ho, missy. You don’t get to say anything.”

“But, Dad,” you huffed frustratedly. “We weren’t doing anything.”

“No buts!” He stalked over to your door, yanking it open. “And from now on, keep the door open three inches!”

“I’m not a little kid.” Maybe not the best thing to say, but you were upset. He had misread the entire situation, scared away the first and only guy you were interested in, and was now trying to make you follow some bullshit rule that he gave El when she and Mike were sucking each other’s faces off.

“Okay, then. You’re right.” You nodded, satisfied until he opened his mouth again.

“Three feet! This door stays open three feet. How’s that for not being a little kid.”

Hopper left you standing in the hallway with your mouth agape and your eyebrows furrowed. Welp... That’s what you get for being a daughter of a cop.

#this was so fun to write #chaos-is-beautifvl #chaos.writes 🖋#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x hopper!reader

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witch-oftheflowers · 5 days

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Twins??

AN: ALRIGHT THIS IS IT. THE LAST BABIES- WE GOT TWINS ON THE WAY!

TW: Violence and angst ahead

And thank you to everyone that has enjoyed this series! I'm excited to do this final chapter. It's a long one so enjoy!

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Simon remembered the day well. It was leading up after Los Almas and everything after. And finding out Laswell was zoning in on Makarov recently. It sent him a bit worried, his family and his wife, being high targets on Vladimir's list. He knew it. His wife knew it. They had two exciting kids, both enjoying the childhoods they were having so far.

When he came home. Hearing the little steps as he let a soft groan out. His eldest squeezing her arms around his waist. Her face buried into his stomach, and the flood of blonde hair trailing behind her. Those bright brown eyes gleam up to him as she spoke up

" 'Elcome home papa!" Anna sang the words out. Another thud on his legs as he glanced to the side near his daughter. The sea of brown curls tossed around till he noticed his son beaming with joy at him. A toothy grin as he spoke

"Papí. Papí we missed you-" the toddler sang as he smiled. Softly bouncing on his toes as he snug his face into his dad's side. Both kid were tall honestly. For their ages even, as he engulfed them into hugs. His bags to the side as he didn't care. The black paint smear over his eyes still, he was worned out. But that didn't stop the brute of a man as he carried them into the living.

He caught sight of his small wife cooking away. Even a pie on the counter as he took in the messy kitchen.

"Oi! You gone mad chef on me?" He teased his wife. His voice boom a bit as she flinched at the surprise. Turning around, flour on her tan skin. Her eyes shined as she rushed around the kitchen island. Practically throwing herself into the family pile as she squeal in joy

"Aye por dios! You're home!" She smiled as the kids let out roars of laughs. Getting out their father's grasp as they didn't wanna be buried in their hug.

Anna squeeze out as she pulled her brother from the grips. Both kids laughing as they ran to the couch. A small 'Ewww!' as they let their parents have a lovey dovey moment.

"They're so gross-" Anna said as she gag a bit. Johnny laughing a bit as he mimiced his sister.

But the two didn't care. Enjoying each other as Ximena was kept to date about everything. Even helped with the General Shepherd's situation as she knew something was wrong.

Simon clung to her as he let a sigh out. Getting a whiff of her vanilla shampoo. His large hands manhandled her hips as he held her closer.

"You saved us some 'rouble ya know 'hat?" He teased her slightly as he pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. Pulling back Ximena nods her head as she hums. A bit of love dazed in her eyes as she pressed a firm kiss to his lips. Savoring his taste as she hums.

"Mhm.. at least you're home right?" She whispered as she pinched his cheeks a bit. On her tippy toes as he winced.

"Go clean up. I don't need my kids to know bad hygiene Simon." She demanded as she went back to the kitchen.

Anna and Johnny were settled into the couch enjoying their movie. Simon stole by as he gave them both kisses on the head. Even little head rubs as he snuck to their room. Taking a moment to decompress and be able to be just Simon Riley-

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A week would fly by as they settled back in. Getting used to the domestic aspect of their lives. The lads visiting as they had a big family meal to celebrate their return home.

Ximena was in the garden with the tots as they picked fresh vegetables and fruit for the dinner that night. Anna was helping Johnny as they pulled the carrots out the garden. She smiled as the kiddos got excited with their harvest.

Ximena had Luna, her military pup, with her. As the pup was on high alert lately. A small scream filled Ximena ears as she noticed her daughter held her ear. Luna quickly ran off into the forest that was their backyard.

And mama mood kicked in as Ximena checked Anna. A small wound to her ear, a clean shot but still-

"Simon!" She cried out as she yank Johnny under her arm. Rushing them inside, her eyes filled with fear as she heard a grown man yelling and Luna's growls behind her.

Simon was simply cleaning the living. But his eyes widen the second he heard the scream and Ximena's voice

"Fuck-" he scurried into the kitchen a gun was safe kept away. As he loaded it and ran out, rushing his small family in.

Ximena let him. Knowing one had to stay with the kids.

Both were crying and freaking out. Ximena had to stay calm as she grabbed the medical kit from the kitchen. Getting to work as she checked Anna for anything else. Her hands held her daughters as she gauzed her ear. Cleaning the wound as she softly sang to the two trying to ease them

The words shook out, trying to remain the trembling fear she had. Someone found their home... Their kids. A one fear they had since day one.

When she finished up the job. Looking to Anna as she had a small frown on her lips. Big blue eyes stared into her mamas as she sniffled a bit

"Did I loose my ear?"

"Aye no.. Mija no. Just a small cut..." She laughed a bit as she rubbed her daughters head bringing her in for a hug. Holding her close as Johnny snuck in and they hugged

"We're ok... We're ok... Alright?" Ximena said as she gave each a kiss on their head. The backdoor opened as Luna trot into the house. Simon behind as she disarmed his gun and locked it away. He looked grim as he held his phone in his hand.

"Lads are coming over now... I contacted Laswell about a clean up and investigation... You're not allowed to be home alone without someone here Xi..." He whispered to her as they stood in the kitchen. His brown eyes bore into hers as he boxed her into the corner.

The kids were put down for a nap in the middle of the day. Especially Anna who was scared afterwards.

Ximena stared up to Simon. Her eyes shook a bit as she nods a bit. Softly she bit her lip as she was thinking.

"I'ma... Need you to go with me tomorrow..."

"For what?"

"I'm renewing my birth control Simon... We don't need to bring more kids into this..." She said as she met his gaze. And honestly he agreed, seeing as one of their worst enemies was seeking their family. And even behind bars he was planning to harm them. It was a simple decision, no more kids till after this was settled.

And that night when the lads came over. The kids got loads of love. Anna was a bit spoiled as she was a tough girl after everything. Johnny was the little brave brother who was with his sister-

And they had a fun family meal. Eventually a small dance party to cheer the kids up.

Anna was dancing with her mum to some Spanish music. The two having fun as the lads were playing a game of cards. Lil Johnny on his papa's lap as he was playing.

Soap laughed a bit as the tot showed his cards

"Anyone got ones?" The little lad said as Johnny and Gaz smiled to him.

"He's playing Go Fish." Gaz said as he ruffled the sea of brown curls in the kid

Price chuckles a bit as he sipped his drink. A firm smile to his face

"Lads we're playing Poker..."

"Little man ain't. We ain't either" Soap said with a grin as he gave the kid an ace card

The tot grabbed the card as he finished his deck

"I win!" He said so innocently as he smiled.

Simon laugh a bit as he put his cards down.

"I lost a long 'ime ago little man..." He said as the table roared with laughs and cheers for the kiddo. It was a simple night to forget the terrible events from earlier.

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And honestly they didn't think they'll be here. Hearing those words as Ximena sat in the doctor's office.

"Ximena you're already two months long-"

"I shouldn't be I've been on the pill. I've been injured a few times a month ago I should of known then -"

"Ximena you have a medical degree like me. And you know this like me that it can always be a fault of medication oopps, or you missed a pill or even just a simple antibiotic mixed with the normal pill you take."

"Wait what do you mean by antibiotics?" Simon said as he sat besides his wife. Who honestly looked pale, her eyes were a bit wide as she was trying to stay calm. And her grip on his large hands didn't help him much

"If you take some medications it can cancel out the birth control..." The gynecologist stated as she looked to the two

".. I was on some a few months back ..." She sighs as she remembered now. And how-

She softly swat Simons arm as he flinched at his wife's reaction.

"You couldn't wait one night Simon Riley-"

"I didn't do bloody shit "

"Well you clearly did because we're two months in a pregnancy Simon" she said as she glared at him a bit. He gulped a tad as he rubbed her back. Trying to calm her down as she sighs a bit more.

"Well you two do have options..."

"We don't... Do those options you know that doc..." Ximena said as she softly smiled to her long time doctor she had since Anna.

Simon nods his head as he sighs a bit.

"Yeah... We'll be ok 'hough." He said as he pulled her in for a small side hug. Giving her a squeeze as the doctor smiled to the two.

"Well here's the game plan then." She said as she gave them the details for their appointments to come.

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When they got home. Ximena was a bit guilty as she thought they'll be ok. Simon noticed his wife being off.

"hey... It's nothing different. We'll be ok... Just have to be careful is all..." He spoke softly as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Her shoulders slumped as she buried her face into his chest. Her eyes pooled with tears.

"But they won't be safe... None of them will-"

"Oié. No none of 'hat right now." He firmly tilted her chin up. Making them keep eye contact, his eyes soften a tad seeing her cry

"We'll be ok... 'he lads offered to help... If we get deployed or anything we'll have safe guards in place ok.. if anything changes we'll fix it as we must... I'll inform Laswell too. See if she can help.." he whispered as they stayed in the entrance way.

He engulfed her into a tight hug. Lifting her up a bit as she let a soft giggle out. Her curls swaying around as she clung to him.

"Ok... ok we'll be ok. Aye you do make me worry less.. thank you..." She whispered as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she clung to him. He held her up as he snuggled into her soft hair.

"Mm 'hats what 'm here for...."

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As if the universe itself wasn't giving them a hard time. As the new year rolled in, and they were able to enjoy some peace for another few months.

Ximena was five months long now. And the lads were on deployment. They had tighter security around the cottage, Luna was alert constantly now since that day.

Anna was inside as she didn't like going out much. That day changed the usually bubbly child a bit. Johnny would try to cheer his sister up even. But it wouldn't work often sadly.

Ximena was showing a bit. Her clothes getting tighter around her waist. As she opt for Simons clothes.

Her phone rang that day, constantly. She eventually picked up as she noticed several missed calls

Laswell

Ximena left the living as she stood in the hallway. Phone to her ear as Laswell voice rang through.

"Ximena! Thank God you answered." Her voice was a bit worried filled. She ran a hand through her blonde hair as she sighs.

Ximena was confused as she spoke up. Feeling the anxiety on her end

"Kate what happened?"

"Makarov got out."

Ximena froze in her spot as she was thinking.

You're fucken kidding me...

"Kate how long ago?"

"18 hours. I already contacted the boys. I'm already here in the UK. Please get to base with the kids. We'll go from there-"

Ximena was softly panicking. She usually didn't, she had a strong head on her shoulders. But the fact her family was in danger already again. Her feet moved as she packed bags for the kids.

"Ximena please- I know this isn't good timing with you and all."

"Kate you think?!" She burst out but sighs as she didn't wanna let her emotions bubble over

"I'm sorry... Just... Been stressful... Anna hasn't been the same..."

Laswell listened in as she was waiting for the helicopter to land. Her eyes soften as she sympathized with the woman

"Ximena I know the kids are not handling this. And I know you alone can't do it.. come to base. I know we have a temporary safe place for you three here... I gotta go but just hurry." She said as she ended the call.

Ximena placed her phone down as she grabbed the bags and got the kids dressed. Anna stared to her mum as she saw the stress and worry.

"We'll be ok mama. Right? Plus we might get a glimpse of papa." Anna said as she tried to cheer her mum up.

"Maybe.. maybe after all this. But ya know, nothing isn't impossible with this family hm?" She said as she load them all into the Jeep they had. Luna was in the back as she was keeping her ears up. The pitty was excited as she noticed her mum in the car.

Leaving their little home as it was locked up and dark now. Seem weird as if something was gonna happen....

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How did she get here?

Laswell asked her kindly. As the group stood in the heli shelter. Her hair was rushed up into a ponytail as they heard about General Shepherd's inquisition.

Her eyes shut a bit as she listened to his random rant. Looking away a bit as she stood by Nikolai.

"They always talk much big talk?" He asked her softly as she nods. A small smile to her lips.

"Always..." She whispered as she looked back to the big screen.

"If it isn't Ximena-" General Shepherd's voice boom as he said her name.

She rolled her eyes as Ghost blocked his view.

"She's just here for information. 'Eave her out 'his." He said clear and stern. Glaring behind his mask

"Come on send her back out. He keeps looking into her. Trying to find the woman that rat him out."

"She's not going anywhere. He already got a hold of one kid." Price bumped in as he was firm. His eyes narrowed as he glared at the man.

Gaz and Soap were quiet. But nodding along, this wasn't a thing the lass needed.

"I propose this. Shadows and 141 with Farrah's group. But Ximena would be great for doing Intel we all know that. Those men would be praised for bringing her in." Graves said and butt in.

Fucken Americans

Kate cleared her throat as she ignored the idea.

"And you said General that there was a dam they were thinking about exploding too?"

"There is as well..."

Ghost looked to Soap as he smiled behind his mask.

"Kate I'll send you the details. We'll keep in contact."

Ximena was zoning out as everyone kept talking. Her thoughts drifting off as she looked to the floor.

Nikolai gave her a soft shake. Seeing she wasn't there.

"Come on I'll escort you back." He said as she nods.

Ghost and Soap beamed with their plan..but noticed the lass walking away already.

"Kate why you bring her in?" Ghost asked as he was concerned

"She's... Been off since they came to base. All of them. The little one doesn't get what's happening but he's trying to comfort the two." Her voice was soft as she tapped away on her laptop

"Go talk to her before you and Soap leave. Please." Laswell said as she looked up to the boys.

Ghost was thinking as he sighs and left the area. Quickly on his feet before she climbed into the Jeep.

"Hey." He was huffing as he looked at her in the seat.

"Hi...." She whispered as she leaned over.

"Come back safe.."

"What's wrong...? Kate said."

"You know what's wrong.. just fix it." She said as she looked to him. Her curls swayed in the wind as she sighs.

"Get that man before I go out and do it my self." She said as she pressed a kiss to his masked forehead.

"Go you gotta go protect people. Don't worry about this little woman here, I can handle myself." She said as she smiled a bit.

"Go Ghost I'll be ok..."

"Now I don't wanna go. You pregnant on the field?" He teased her a bit as she giggled.

"I did it before."

"Bloody hell 'm not letting you."

"Ghost go!" She teased him as she shoved him away from her passenger side.

"Fine.. at least I made ya smile." He teased her, pulling up his mask a tad. Popping a kiss to her lips as he quickly vanished as he came.

Nikolai chuckled from the side as he began to drive. A smile to his rugged face as he noticed her smiling

"He's a good man.."

"Always been one..."

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When they heard about Makarov was on their home turf. It scared Ximena honestly. She helped the units with intel as she was brought back into the tuff of it.

All hands on deck, even her.

The kids stayed with some privates. A Gary Anderson was eager to help the Captain. Even if he didn't know how to entertain kids.

She was quick to assist. Hearing the commotion in the train tunnels. She was worried as the teams split up.

Hearing the fire fights, and the amount of trains that were hacked sadly. Her team on their end blocked new trains going in and out. All the public transportation was shut off for the train systems. Making sure no other civilians were exposed to this.

As she heard the radio chatter. Trying to stop the other trains. It was chaotic in their war room.

Ximena was calm, the best she could. As the sounds of one the bomb ticking away.

Her eyes shut as she heard the boys chatter about it being stopped. Along with the sad sound from Price.

"We have one KIA."

Her heart stopped for a second. Her eyes blinked as she asked for Price

"Price. Repeat that last comm." Her voice shook a bit. The lads on the other end stared to each other as they heard her voice.

"Captain Riley... we have one KIA. Send assistance if able. Our target got away." He was cold as he sighs. Knowing that wasn't gonna help the woman.

"Understood. We've already contacted for public services, the team will give control over after Captain. Let them do as we must." She said as she sighs. Sitting down as she knew none of them would be the same.

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Her eyes soften when the Task Force came back. Softly she rushed through the crowd of soldiers as she noticed the lads. Her curls were up still, as she noticed them.

Gaz, Price, Ghost

"Where's Soap...?"

The three stared at her as Ghost came besides her. Trying to pull her in for a hug.

"No no... Where's the lad? Where is here?" She said as her head whipped to the others. Softly she panicked as she noticed Price grim face. He felt guilty as he shook his head.

"He's not coming home Xi..."

She stood there as she slump into Ghost. The man engulfed her in his arms as she sighs. Letting the tears pool and drip as she remained calm.

Gaz sighs as he walked over and gave the lass a hug. Honestly they gave her a group hug as they needed it.

"We came home though... We'll make sure he suffers for what he's done..." Price whispered as she nods.

"I'm going..." She stated softly.

The three pulled back as Ghost stared at her.

"You're not .."

"I am. I'm who he wanted originally. Soap just didn't kill him when he had the chance..." She walked away from them as the boys stared.

Price sighs but softly chuckled as he pat Ghost shoulder.

"She's stubborn...."

"For Johnny... She will be..."Ghost said as he went to follow the woman.

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The lads were planning a trip to spread Johnny's ashes.

Before that they got their first ultrasound done.

"Oh look. Two sacks..." Her doctor said as she twirled the wand over her stomach.

Ximena was looking as she knew what she meant.

"Twins??!" She said the words as she squeezed Simons hand tight. The man flinched a tad as he looked at the small screen.

"Bloody hell... Two?" He looked to his wife as she shrugs.

"we'll they're twins, not identical but fraternal. They have the two different sacks, so two different sperms then. You two have strong babies it seems." She joked a bit as Simon stared at the screen

"I didn't know we could have 'wins..." He whispered as he softly smiled. Looking to his wife as Ximena she softly hums.

"It's like a gift ain't it?" She whispered as she looked to Simon.

"I'll let you two have a moment and we'll continue alright?" Doc said as she left the two alone for a second.

"A gift? What you mean by 'hat?" He asked her as he rubbed his hand over hers. Softly soothing her as she looked over to him

"Like Johnny wanted us to have twins..." She whispered as she leaned into him. Her eyes shut as she was thinking about their life.

He sighs as he nods his head, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Mm maybe. Does sound like a joke he'll make. Give us 'wins, 'wice the work." He joked a bit as he closed his eyes. Trying to ease his feelings and concerns.

"You'll be ok while we're gone?" He whispered as he rubbed her hand again.

"Mhm I'ma have to be..."

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As the last month dwindled. Ximena was home constantly, her stomach peak underneath Simon's shirt.

She radiated a happy glow around her. And just a day to their caesarean date. She felt a soft nervousness as she was scared Simon at anytime would be called for deployment.

Her eyes soften as she saw her husband coming in alone. Dropping off their tots with her parents for the weekend. He looked really irritable-

She softly shook her head as she smiled. Thinking her hormones were all over the place. Her eyes crinkled as he came over, wrapping his strong arms around her stomach.

"I love you..." He whispered a bit as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Her curls swayed around her as she hums.

"I love you too....Are we all ready for tomorrow?" She whispered as she leaned into him a bit. Her hair swaying as she pressed her swollen stomach into his. A soft chuckle left his lips as he rest a large palm over her stomach.

"Mhm... All set; extra clothes, babies wear, I got your comfy nightgown too." He spoke as he pinched her cheeks lightly.

"Ya old lady." He teased her as she swat his arm a bit

"Im not old, it's just nice during the baby year and labor, hush it." She jabbed his chest slightly as she smiled to him.

"I'm just excited to get this over with...." She humed the words as she rested into him. His hands resting on her back, pulling her in for a tight hug

" 'Een 'hrough to much 'his year..." He whispered into her hair. Softly playing with it to ease her anxiety. His eyes flutter shut as he got a whiff of her scent. Vanilla with a hint of dirt.

Her eyes flutter shut as she hums. Letting him cradle her against him

The two has a small meal. Especially since she couldn't eat after midnight. As they crawled into bed, her eyes shut softly. Snuggling into Simon, onto her side as the baby bump snug into his side.

Her leg was thrown over his waist. Her arms clinging around his free arm. She felt her chest ache as she knew her body was ready for the pregnancy to be over

Simon let her be, his eyes shut as he dozed off. Letting his wife ease next to him. He just hoped they'll be ok.

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As they checked into the hospital. Getting into their private room.

Ximena was in her hospital gown. Sitting on the bed as she whines softly. Her head resting on his shoulder as he sat besides her. His large hand resting on her knee, rubbing soft circles on her skin.

"Mmm it's ok dove... 'M right 'ere..." He whispered.

The nurses came in and assisted the two. Getting the lass down as the very English nurses helped her. Got her in a hair net along with Simon.

Made the nurses laugh a bit seeing the large man in scrubs and a hair net.

" 'His not my style...." He stated as he gave Ximena one more kiss before they rolled her off.

Letting him follow and watch as they started the C-section on his sleepy wife. Who decided to take a nap during the procedure.

But once the first cries filled the room. Ximena's eyes flutter awake as she smiled to Simon.

"Hi.. our lasses are 'ere..." He whispered to her softly. The nurses showed them both one of the girls

Her dark tan skin like their mother's. Curly curly brown hair on her head. And her wails of being born as the nurse took her to check her health

As they pulled the next one. She was so quiet, her hands squished into fist as she was resting in the nurse arms.

As the twins were pulled away and given their shots. Along with tears ran on them. They wheeled the four of them to the room. Letting them have a moment together.

Ximena held both twins in her arms. Softly humming. She was thinking, ignoring the searing pain in her stomach. And the way she just wanted to nap after a intense procedure.

Simons stepped out as he called his wife's mum. Letting them know the twins were healthy and born. And a visitation was on the table for the family in a couple of days.

Ximena was lost in thought. Loving the twins as she observed the little details. Their cute noses, the adorable yawns they gave out, the way they snuggled in her arms-

She didn't hear the hospital door opening. Or the sobs from the nurses outside. Kinda surprising Simon didn't hear it either-

Steps echo in the quiet room as the man came over. A smirk on his face as he stood besides the hospital bed

"look at you..."

Ximena's eyes widen as she slowly glanced up. Seeing the one man she's been working so hard to hide from. Her brown orbs shook as she clung the girls closer to her.

"You need to get out ..."

"No I don't. Your husband isn't here to protect you..." Vladimir said as he sat on her bed. Giving her covered leg a pat. Showing off his power in the moment

"I just wanted to visit my favorite person.... Congratulations to the twins..." He mocked as he saw her clinging to the babes

His eyes eyed her over. Trying to stay calm and his demeanor shifted. His hand touched over hers as he whispered

"You're lucky I won't do a thing now. But just know.. I can always get my hands on you or your family..." Vlad spoke as he smiled to her warmly. Getting back to his feet as he fixed the suit he don often.

"Till next time..." He said as he left her hospital bed.

Moments later. Simon burst in as he huffed, the nurses were killed. Along with multiple people in the hospital.

Just to send a message.

The two knew. Their lives were never gonna be the same.

Especially since after Ximena was released from the hospital a week later.

And they swiftly took her in for interrogation. Why?

Ximena was a spy. That's what they were told...

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vnmpior · 1 year

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BABY FEVER

GEKKO (MATEO) x reader

requested by @oyasumimosura!

request summary: after gekko's mission, he comes back to see his girlfriend with a baby. funny thing is, he doesn't know where it came from. so he decided the next big thing. it must be yours.

note: this was kinda hard to write tbh, but i tried my best to make it somehow work! had to make mateo clueless as hell lmao. this is gonna be really short cause this isn't really my type of fic to write, but i hope you enjoy!

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you were patiently waiting for mateo to come back from his mission, passing the time by scrolling mindlessly on your phone.

the two of you had planned a date to your favorite italian restaurant, and he promised that he’d back in- you checked the time- thirty minutes. mateo wasn’t one to break promises, but he does lose track of time sometimes.

but you knew if he was late, he'd never do it on purpose, and he'd make up for it with a bouquet of flowers.

you knew this because he had done it once, awkwardly presenting it to you once you had opened the door. he was soaking wet from the rain and breathing heavily from how fast he was riding his skateboard. his mission took a bit longer than expected.

you weren't mad before that, and you obviously told him that he didn't need to do all of that just for being late five minutes. you knew that he still wouldn't take your statement and continue going above and beyond whenever he felt like you deserved it. which was all the time.

a vibration shook you out of your thoughts and you realized that a smile had been growing on your face. checking your phone that you had discarded right next to you, you saw that your aunt was calling you.

"hey auntie," you picked up.

"hey sweetie! i just wanted to ask if you could take care of my son while i go have a business meeting. no one else is free, and it's okay if you aren't either, but i need to drop him off somewhere." she asked. "i'll pay you, and it should only take me a few hours to get through it."

you knew that when your aunt paid you, she paid a lot. enough to get mateo a new skateboard after he wrecked his other one in the rain, the bearings rusting.

you thought about it. you could always bring him on the date too, knowing that he was well-behaved enough for his age. he didn't cry as much as he used to.

"alright, i'll take him." you agreed. she quickly and dramatically thanked you and hung up.

around ten minutes later, twenty minutes before mateo was supposed to get home, a sharp knock at the door alerted you.

opening it to reveal your aunt and her carrying a little carrier, you sighed. "what time do you think you'll be back?"

it was currently six pm, and you were expecting to go to the italian restaurant at seven.

"i'll be back around eleven, maybe sooner if i'm lucky and my bitch of a boss doesn't tell me to do some extra work," she scowled. handing you the carrier, she waved bye and drove off.

"hey there little man," you locked eyes with the baby, who was currently drooling all over his clothes. "guess you're going to be a third wheel."

he blinked his big blue eyes at you, not a single thought in his head.

after a few minutes of taking the baby out, setting up a little area of blankets and pillows for him to attempt crawling around.

you heard a click at the door and then a loud voice, "i'm back hermosa! and right on time," you heard him pause right behind you.

"so, cariño, meet bryan."

mateo immediately went up to him and cooed. "what's up bryan?"

you smiled, mateo slowly picking up the baby up.

"he's so cute. you're cute, y'know that?" he told you and bryan.

you nodded. "he is really cute. but what are we gonna do for our date?"

"we'll bring him!" he exclaimed cheerily, holding him up high.

you raised an eyebrow but agreed. besides, it was a family italian restaurant rather than some fancy one.

mateo carefully put bryan back in his carrier and picked it up. "you ready to go on a date with mama y papa?"

mama y papa? you turned pink.

he made airplane noises all the way to your car, swerving the baby around.

you trailed behind, grabbing a baby bottle and making your way over after locking the door.

"wait, chica," mateo stopped you before you could open the passenger door. "allow me."

he energetically swung the door open, bowing. you let out a little giggle.

"thank you, hermoso."

he gave you a salute and went over to the driver's side.

"you ready little homie?" he asked bryan. there was no noise except for the wet sounds of him chewing on his pacifier.

"i'll take that as a yes," mateo started the car and you began the peaceful ride to the restaurant.

once you got there, you looked in the back to see bryan fast asleep, pacifier on his lap and drool dripping out his mouth.

"what are we gonna do," you whispered.

he thought for a moment, and then he spoke. "i'll order takeout and we can just watch something at your place? i swear i'll make it up to you."

"you don't have to make it up to me, mateo. that's a good idea," you smiled.

he always loved seeing you smile. he gave you a quick kiss on the lips and went inside the restaurant, already knowing what you wanted.

a few long minutes went by, and he was back.

"he's still not awake?" he questioned as you took the takeout bag, trying not to rustle it too much.

"he'll probably wake up as soon as we get back," you shrugged. you didn't know how kids worked, and this was the youngest kid you've ever had to babysit. maybe you should learn, for future reference.

before you knew it, you finally arrived at your house. you didn't realize that you had dozed off until you felt a force gently nudge you awake.

"c'mon chica. it's time to eat," mateo grinned as he helped you out the car and back inside.

the baby had, in fact, woken up, sucking on his pacifier.

"what're you gonna eat, chiquito?" mateo once again cooed at the baby, who of course didn't respond.

you pulled out a bottle of milk that your aunt left, as bryan wasn't quite old enough for liquid food.

"you wanna help him out?" you held the bottle out to mateo, knowing that he'd jump at the chance. which he in fact did, quite literally jumping at the bottle and snatching it from you.

"here comes the airplane," he blabbed as he began to swerve the bottle around just like he'd done to bryan a while ago.

bryan held out his stubby little hands, and mateo showed him mercy and gave him the bottle, bryan immediately suckling on it.

watching this made you feel happy, and knowing that not only was mateo good at handling kids, he loved him unlocked something in you. you were definitely going to talk to him about this later.

as the two of you got ready to eat, the both of you perked up at the sound of a knock.

"who's that?" mateo raised an eyebrow.

"must be my aunt," you sighed as you got up from where you had gotten comfortable on the couch and brought bryan along with you to the door.

"aunt?" mateo was dumbfounded.

did you forget to tell him that this was your cousin? you couldn't remember, and decided that you were going to figure it out later.

your aunt waved to mateo when she saw him. "thank you for taking care of my little bryan!" she exclaimed. "i'll give you some money as well."

he seemed intrigued when she said money, but you quickly said goodbye, wanting to finally eat after a long day. thankfully, bryan was asleep most of the time, and you noticed that your aunt managed to come an hour earlier than she said she would.

"teo, why do you look all pouty?" you grinned, knowing he already got attached to bryan.

"i thought he was ours."

"OURS??" you exclaimed. "that wouldn't even make sense!"

"yeah, i get that. but y'know, you could've adopted him... or you could've had one of those pregnancies where you don't even know you have a baby until it just comes out..." he started fiddling with his fork.

you burst out in laughter. "sometimes, i really don't get what goes through your mind."

he kept pouting, letting out a little hmph as he began to eat his flatbread.

"hey, we can always have our own kid." you winked.

the fork fell out of his hand.

"well, we better make it quick, huh?" he inched closer to you as you registered what you had said and what he's about to do.

"ugh, cariño, at least let me finish my pasta," you playfully shoo-ed him away to no avail.

you definitely didn't get to eat your pasta while it was warm.

i kept getting distracted playing val while writing this LMAO

#i kinda rushed the end idk i dont like this one #SORRY LMAOAOA #x reader #valorant #gekko x reader #gekko #gekko valorant #valorant gekko #valorant imagines #valorant x reader

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equallyshaw · 1 year

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It’s your day, my love. feat. nico hischier

✿ Warnings: none

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just a cute blurb!

Two nights ago, Nico and his team lost to the Carolina Hurricanes. Surprisingly he was not in as bad a mood as I had previously thought. The very night, he came home and instantly went to go check on our little girl, Mila. It was 2 am by the time he got into our room and instantly plopped onto the bed as he saw that I was awake. I scooted closer to him and started to rub his neck, massaging the ends of his hair. He flipped over and I saw exhaustion plaguing his eyes, and I also noticed his very cleaned up ‘playoff beard’. “Get some sleep.” I whispered, helping him get his blazer off and he was out like a light. It was now Sunday the 14th, it was the U.S Mother’s Day, and I woke up to my body’s alarm clock around 8 am and found an empty bed. I frowned, pulled on my silk oversized robe and slippers, and headed to the washroom to do my skincare and brush my teeth and hair. I heard a ruckus downstairs and panicked for a brief second hoping Nico had it all under control. And then I heard loud cries and I sighed briefly, before checking in the mirror that I looked presentable and then I was down the stairs. I heard Nico speaking softly in German, and our girl quieted down. I peeked around the corner, seeing the two in the kitchen. I saw the backside of them, as they stood over the sink, looking out in our backyard. One thing I knew I wanted when I moved here full time after becoming pregnant, was that we rent a house with a backyard. Even if it meant, we would not live in New York. Nico being the man that he is, went above and beyond. I smiled at the two, taking a mental screenshot since my phone was on the other side of the kitchen. Our 3-year-old Daschund “Babette”, greeted me with a bark, alerting the two besties. They turned around, and I smiled widely as I mirrored Nico’s smile. I turned towards Mila and she made grabby hands to me, and I quickly grabbed her. “Hi, my sweet love.” I cooed, giving her kisses. She giggled loudly, as I tickled her for a few seconds. “Mama stoooopppp!” She playfully cried and I playfully huffed as she did so. “Don’t huff at me Mutter.” She said sassily, switching to German. I gawked at her, as Nico giggled like a fool plating some food. I smiled, as I put Mila in her high-top chair that we used for our designated breakfast counter. “Meine Güte” (Oh my goodness) I smiled, “Did you help Papa do all of this?” I asked, and Mila nodded wildly. “Helped me with the pancakes and bacon.” He responded, giving my cheek a peck, as he set my ice americano in front of me. “danke meine liebe.” (Thankyou, my love.) I grinned, sipping it. He sat on the other side of Mila, and we all dug in.

It was later in the afternoon now, and Mila was put down for a nap. I was sitting in the sunroom, reading a magazine with Babette at my feet, and the rest of my iced americano next to me. Nico plopped down next to me, pulling out my phone. I turned to look at him for a brief second, before turning back to my French magazine. I felt Nico’s gaze a few minutes later, and when I turned to meet his gaze, he quickly turned away. “Ok buddy, whatcha want?” I questioned, setting down a magazine on the coffee table. He grinned, looking away from his phone. “I was looking at flight’s…” he trailed off, and I quirked an eyebrow. “When do you want to go home?” I questioned, and he shrugged. “I was thinking we could go to Chantilly..” he grinned, making me excited. “Can we??” I said, moving closer and playfully shaking him. He pulled me into his chest and smiled. “Of course! I know how much you miss your family.” He said softly, and I stared at him for a few seconds before leaning in to kiss him. I pulled back, “Have I told you how much I love you Nico Hischier?” I toyed and he did a fake thinking face. “Hmm. I think once or twice.” He said making me laugh. He pulled me back into a kiss before we spent the next hour wasting time.

It was around nine o’clock when I found Nico in our room, on facetime with somebody. I made my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and I heard the shrieking and annoying voice of the one and only, Jack Hughes. I loudly and playfully groaned and then stopped waiting for a response. “Engel?” (Angel) He questioned, and I grinned. I walked out into our room, “If it isn’t the implorable Jack Hughes. What do we owe the pleasure, little one?” I joked, and I saw Jack’s shocked face. “How dare you? On my birthday?” Jack joked. “How old is the little baby turning today?” I asked as Nico turned his phone towards me. “Twenty two, so im not a little baby.” He defended himself, and I laughed. “A bitty baby.” I teased, showing my fingers close together, mimicking a ‘small’ amount, and he scoffed. “Nico! Come get your lady.” He said causing us two to laugh. “Happy birthday buddy, I hoped you had a great one. Oh and tell your mom I said happy Mothers Day, how dare you share HER day.” I smiled, leaning into Nico who put his arm around me. Jack smiled then pretended to look disgusted, “Ew gross, save it for the bedroom.” He said and we laughed. “We’re in OUR bedroom.” Nico laughed causing Jack to roll his eyes. “We will talk tomorrow when we see ya, byeeeeee Jack.” I said and Nico said bye as well. “Bye guys, Happy Mother’s Day Camille!” I put Nico’s phone on my bedside table and reconnected with Nico. “Today was a lovely day, thankyou Nico.” I said thankfully, and looked up at Nico who was looking down at me. “Of course my love, it’s your day. Well- every day is your day.” He hummed, kissing me. I smiled as I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him in closer. We pulled apart after 15 seconds and just looked at one another. “Love your forever, Miss Camille.” He smiled before reconnecting our lips.

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@camilledubois: papa & franc ‘my boys’ got me flowers for mamas day !

Tag: francthewiener and nicohischier

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@nicohischier: only the best love

@jackhughes: I thought I was one of your boys 😔

↳ @camillesubois: I always have room for you my child!

@lhughes_6: franccccc

@lhughes_6: also Mia won’t be happy she didn’t grace your feed 😒

↳ @camilledubois: our sassy girl will manage

↳ @nicohischier: your * sassy girl will manage

↳ @jackhughes: babe— you are the sassy hischier

↳ @camillesubois: hahaha

@tmeier96: franc the dude, happy Mother’s Day!

↳ @camilledubois: Thankyou mo 🫶🏻

@pally_18: hope you enjoyed your day!

↳ @camilledubois: I did Thankyou!

Hope you all enjoyed!

random tags:

@toothlessdudebros @hockeylvr59 @jayda12 @makarhughes @nicohischierz @hockeyboysarehot @nolanmoylee @slafgoalskybaby @starshine-hockey-girl @bitchinbarzal @rosesvioletshardy @huggybug

#nico hischier #Jack hughes #new jersey devils #hockey #nhl #hockey bkurb #hockey imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #Nico hischier x oc

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vioartemis · 1 year

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Close your eyes and trust me

(Max Mayfield x fem reader)

Summary: One day, the party find you in the woods, fighting for your life. When you wake up, you meet a beautiful redhead that catch your attention... || request here Warnings: none a/n: Wow it took me so long I'm sorry really TvT (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Living alone was hard when you didn't know much about the world. That was not a choice though, you didn't want to be alone, really.

Since you escaped the lab, you lived with an old lady that found you in the woods and brought you home with her. She treated you as if you were part of her family. She even gave you a name: Y/n.

That sounded better than Twelve, and was more normal. She also taught you how to read and write, and helped you improve your social (talking) skills.

But she passed away 3 weeks ago.

You had to call anonymously whoever you were supposed to call so she could have proper funerals, to which you were the only one to attend as she had no family left.

Since then you were on your own, trying to buy "good food", as you called it, with the money she left for you. You now lived in a little cabin close to her house.

Until that night.

You were disturbed by weird noises not far away from the cabin. You had a bad feeling about that, but you still went out to check.

The party was on the track of what they thought was a demodog. The track led them into the forest.

"Are we even sure it was a demodog?" Max asked

"No, that's why we're here. To kill it if it's one, and.. not kill it if it's not one" Dustin replied

They were walking for more than an hour when they heard fight noises. They ran in that direction, only to find a h/c girl, you, fighting the demodog.

Growing up in the lab gave you abilities similar to El's, thanks to which you managed to kill the creature without being hurt too much.

Th fight was still exhausting. You weren't used to use your powers that much, and it was visible; your nose and your ears were bleeding, and it didn't take long until you faint.

You woke up in a room that wasn't yours, still exhausted because of your fight with the demodog. You propped yourself onto your elbows, looking around, until your eyes fell on a redhead girl sitting beside you.

She was reading a magazine (or something like that). She looked up, probably alerted by your movements, and planted her gaze into yours.

She was so pretty.. stunning, actually. Her blue eyes, her freckles, her red hair... She was the prettiest human being you had ever seen.

Not that you had seen many, but you were sure she was prettier than every other girl on this planet.

You stared at each other for a little time without a word being said, until someone opened the door.

"Okay you can rest, it's my turn to watch her.. I even babysit strangers now, great.."

The boy stopped when he saw you were up.

"She's up? Why didn't you say anything??"

"I- I just- I don't know.."

Her voice was amazing.

"Where am I?" you asked

"Oh uh.. let me just-" he exited the room and came back with a brunette "She'll explain better than us"

He then gestured to the redhead to follow him out of the room, which she did after one more look in your direction.

The brunette sat beside you on the bed.

"Hi" she said

".. Do I know you?"

She had something familiar, but you couldn't figure out what.

She rolled up one of her sleeves to show you something on her wrist: a 011 tattoo. Now that you saw it, you started to remember her.

"Oh.." you said, not knowing if she was with Papa or not

"We don't want to hurt you Twelve-"

"I go by Y/n now. Are you with Papa? If you think I'm going to come back-"

"We're not with him. Quite the contrary actually. You can trust us.."

With that, she explained to you everything that happened to her and the party lately, before asking you your own story since you escaped.

The two of you talked for one more hour, until you finally asked the question.

"Who was the other girl?"

"Max? She's a friend"

" A friend..?"

"Someone you can trust"

"Like... you and I?"

She nodded with a smile.

"You have other friends?"

"Let me introduce them to you"

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

A month or two had passed since you met Max, and your feelings toward her were confusing and confused. You didn't understand why you didn't feel the same way around her and around others, so you decided to ask Joyce, with who you lived since the party found you, as no one else had room for you.

"Can I talk to you about something..?"

"Of course!"

"It's about Max.."

"Did something happened? Did you have a fight?"

"No no! I- it's just that- I don't understand why I feel weird around her.."

"Weird?"

"Yeah.. I overthink everything I say or do, my heart beats faster, my stomach feels weird.." you explained

Her lips turned into a big smile.

"What? Why are you smiling like that?"

"Y/n, dear, you're in love with her" she told you

"In love..?"

When you really really like someone, more than a friend. Someone with whom you can picture yourself in the future, for example"

"Like... you and Hopper?"

"U-uh... let's say like El and Mike"

"And um... H-how do I know if she feels the same..?"

"Confess to her, tell her how you feel. Maybe invite her to do something, only the two of you. And tell her"

"I'm going to do that, yeah! Thank you!"

You quickly pulled her into a hug before going out to find Max, who was at the skatepark.

"Max!"

"Y/n, hey! What are you doing here? Finally ready to try a skateboard?" she joked, a bright smile on her face

You felt you heart missing a beat. Her smile was so pretty and she was so beautiful...

"I- uh- I found a great spot to um.. watch the stars.. Do you.. do you want to go there with me one day..?"

"Yeah sure! Would tonight be okay?"

"Y-yeah of course!"

"Cool" her smile got wider "Let's meet around 10 at the edge of the woods?"

"Okay, see you tonight then!"

"Can't wait to be there" she said, before going back to skating with a smile.

You stood there a little while. You were a blushing mess.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

You were waiting at the spot you were supposed to meet Max, all stressed out. It didn't take her long to arrive though. Her smile made your cheeks redden a bit.

After greeting her, you started to walk toward your secret spot, when she took your hand in hers. I got you all flustered. Her hand was warm. It was somewhat comforting and nice.

"Is this like... a date?" she suddenly asked

"A.. date?"

"It's- uh.. when you go out with someone you really like.. in a more-than-friends way"

"Oh.. then yeah, it's like a date!"

You smiled softly, even though you weren't sure to fully understand what it meant.

"So.. you really like me?" the redhead asked

"Well- yes"

"Cool.. because I really like you too.. since day one. I- it might be cheesy and all but- the moment I laid my eyes on you I felt something.. something good of course! What I'm trying to say is... I'm in love with you, Y/n"

You were new to that concept, but according to what Joyce told you earlier, you felt the same way.

"I- I don't totally understand feelings and all but.. but I think I am in love with you too.. I- you make me feel things I don't feel for others.."

Thanks to the pale light of the moon, you would see her blush at your words. She seemed happy to hear you say that; her smile was brighter than before, and she squeezed your hand softly.

"Can I- can I kiss you..?" then, seeing you slightly confused expression "It's something that you do with your lover, to show affection in a special way"

You nodded, as she stopped walking, turning around to face you.

"Close your eyes and trust me" she said, almost in a whisper

You did as she told you, your heart pounding in your chest in anticipation. When her lips finally met yours, it just felt so right, making butterflies grow in your stomach, fireworks in your head, and heart beating faster than ever.

When she pulled away, you could see her eyes sparkling.

"Can you do that again..?"

#max mayfield #max mayfield x reader #stranger things #max mayfield x fem reader #max mayfield x female reader

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dr4kenlvr · 2 years

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lights of his life (2)

pairings: mikey sano, mitsuya takashi, kazutora hanemiya, izana kurokawa, kakucho hitto x gn!reader

genre/wc: fluff (0.6k)

a/n: hi guys! im here to feed my father!tokrev enthusiasts, enjoy! kazutora's is inferred female reader, the rest are gender-neutral/not mentioned. also not proofread bc its 11 pm ill read it again tmre mornin ok ily guys gn <333

part 1 / part 2

MIKEY remembers when he, you, and your son went to get professional family photos taken. he had the liberty of choosing what outfits you three would wear—he insisted that you had to match in "one way or another." the fuss your son made at first was slightly embarassing, but it none of it mattered once mikey saw the gorgeous results of the photos. now framed sweetly in your home, mikey makes sure to glance at it every time he arrives home, and to wipe it down from dust and grime. him, the love of his life, and the one he created with you—altogether, forever.

MITSUYA remembers sewing his first outfit for his daughter: a pastel onesie adorned with her initials across the neckline. the first time he had slipped her little chubby arms into the sleeves, and her legs (that wouldn't quit kicking) into the pants, mitsuya felt immense waves of love and joy. it was an absolute perfect fit. feeling tears well up, mitsuya felt pride in being able to use his fashion skills to create something unique and special for his one and only child. also, the wide grin on her small face was nothing short of a blissful accomplishment for him. "it's perfect hm? that's right my love, your daddy knows best."

KAZUTORA remembers the first time he drove you and baby home from the hospital. exhausted, you went to bed almost immediately upon entering your shared house. kazutora, spent those next silent hours sitting in a wooden rocking chair beside the child's crib. never once did his eyes leave his son, never once did they falter, or shift. kazutora's entire life was sleeping soundly in front of him. he pokes a finger through the crib's railings, and—with the most feather-like touch—kazutora tears up at the feeling of his skin on his son's. it was all so overwhelming, and so real. "i love you. forever, i love you. papa will protect you."

IZANA remembers the first time he noticed his daughter—who was laying on her back in her crib—reach her little arms up and out for him. he was on the other side of the room at the time, occupying himself with late-minute papers, when he heard quiet coos and the crib's slight shake. immediately on alert, izana rushed over, only to see his baby making grabby hands towards him. he picked her up with ease, looking down at her with the softest look of adoration only izana's daughter (and you, of course) could witness. his baby smiles, cheeks puffing up at the sight of her father's big, violet eyes. izana chuckles breathlessly, and cradles her closer to his chest. "i'm here, that's right, papa's here. 'ain't going nowhere, i'll be here."

KAKUCHO remembers the still night when you had called him from work, letting him know that it would be keeping you busy for a while longer. kakucho—who understood completely, and didn't want to bombard you with even more tasks when you finally came home,—decided to take a bath for his son himself. he ensured the water's temperature was perfect, that the pajama's had been chosen and layed out, and that his son's soap was nearby. kakucho washed his baby's skin with languid motions, always being careful and gentle. he leaned down to place a kiss or two on his son's head. and not once, did he fuss or whine—but rather, his big, round eyes stared curiously at his father. "almost done, okay? daddy's gonna get you all warmed up after this."

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @kazuhoya@gwynsapphire@sscarchiyo@reiners-milkbiddies@smileyswifeyy (send me an ask or dm to be added!)

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roadtogracelandx45 · 1 year

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6. “Were you ever going to tell Mel/16. “Can we have this conversation when you aren’t upset?” With rooster

This is going to be kind of tied into Chasing Angels and the polyamory relationship between Rooster/Bianca/ Hangman

I have no idea where this came from but I kind of like the way it turned out.

The chiming of a video call on Rooster Bradshaw's laptop pulled him out of the doze he had been in. He had been waiting for his girlfriend to call him since she had been sent to Virginia on special assignment while he and Hangman were both out on deployment. "Hey, you.' He greeted her once he was able to open the call.

"Hey." Bianca Kazansky returned with a bright smile, "Sorry if I woke you. I just got home."

Rooster let out a tired laugh, "You are fine, I haven't been sleeping too well."

"I haven't either. I have built a pillow fort around me so it's like I have you and Jake with me. It's weird not having one of you here with me." They had been together for almost 3 years and this was the longest time they had been separated. Especially for Jake and Bianca, who had gone through the academy and flight school together. "Too quiet?" He asked as he shifted to sit up on his bunk, his bunkmate peered out from the other bunk curious. "Girlfriend." He mouthed. "You have no idea. ' She returned, "I don't think I was meant to be behind the desk like Papa."

"Well baby, not all of us are the Admiral."

The nosy roommate leaned even more forward, "You are dating an admiral's daughter?" "Yeah, her old man is Admiral Kazansky." The man laughed and sank back into his pillows again, "I don't envy you at all." They had all heard stories about how Admiral Kazansky was with his daughter, and how he treated any of the men that tried to date her.

Bradshaw was a lot braver than they all had thought.

"Why did you take the assignment? I know he didn't send you out there because of an accident like he would have with Maverick, What happened?' Rooster commented turning his attention to Bianca who frowned. "Bee."

"Papa got me this assignment because of what happened a couple of weeks ago.'

His whole body went ramrod straight, as he shoved the other earbud into his ear, "What happened?'

"I um had a miscarriage." There were fresh tears in her eyes and she tried to will them away before they fell.

"WHAT!" He almost came unglued, surprise, fear, and hurt filling him, "You were ever going to tell me?"

"I was.' She tried to defend herself but the tears fell and she tried to curl into herself the best she could with her laptop on her lap, "It's been hard to get into contact with you and with Jake."

"You could have had your dad pull strings to get in contact with us."

"Bradley." His heart broke at the tears and how defeated she sounded and he wished that he and Jake could have been there to comfort her and so he could hold them both. "Did you know?"

"No, I just thought I was late because of the stress of the deployments and Papa being sick."

A flashing red light above his head started flashing, alerting him that the pilots were being called to go up top.

"I got to go. We will finish this conversation later, when we both aren't upset."

Bianca wiped her cheeks clean on the sleeve of one of his old U of V hoodies and nodded her head, "Be safe. love you."

"Me too, baby, me too."

#ash writes #oc: bianca kazansky #series: chasing angles #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagines #top gun maverick oc #hangman x bianca x rooster #rooster x bianca

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bonfire-at-the-crossroads · 6 months

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Alrighty then….

This is one of the cornucopia of wacky-ass ads that crawl across my FB universe every day.

I am a woman from New York, I’m closer to 70 than I am to 60. I’m an artist who spent many years illustrating children’s books, and who moved into the picture frame industry in the late ‘90’s. I handled masterpieces, managed a couple of factories of marvelous craftspeople, and was the person who arrived at the clients penthouse with my tools and white gloves. Bill and Hillary Clinton were clients of mine. (Bill can tell a great story, but don’t let him back you into a corner….LONG story)

The Koch Brothers were clients.

I spent a year and a half in the Fifth Ave home of Baron and Baroness deRothschild - conserving their collection of priceless artwork.

Maryanne Trump was one of my favorite clients - a hilarious, smart, tough old gal with big hair - who can tell a dirty joke with a poke in the ribs a big laugh. (She hates her brother, and it took two years before she would admit what her last name actually is.)

My husband and I sold everything we owned and moved to northwestern ireland eight years ago.

And so - this is an advertisement which is served to me based upon all of my digital information as culled from the Zuckerberg algorithm

Anything from selling me plastic surgery in Turkey, to a shed made from an old shipping container - this is part of the Zuckerberg landscape. Computer algorithms which are targeted at unsuspecting persons who are just trying to get through their day with some shreds of their sanity intact.

I’m supposed to be beguiled into throwing down £34.97 for the chance to win a digger. I’m not sure that the algorithm fully appreciates the absurdity.

But I do.

Something the algorithm does not know - is that I have a bit of ugly history with Zuckerberg’s mom and dad. His Papa is/was a dentist in Dobbs Ferry NY, and his horror-bitch of a mom ran the front desk.

We used to have him as the family dentist - 3 little kids and myself. There was some sort of dental emergency with my son, and I got him into the chair to have it dealt with. (We always lived in the limnal space between a rock and a hard place. Illustration was in its death-throes, my job in picture framing had just gotten started - and Brian had been pushed into freelance work as an advertising copywriter. We were scrambling to cling on to the floating wreckage…)

Daddy Zuckerberg the dentist repaired the issue, my son was fixed, and he bounced back into the waiting room. The chairs were filled with patients waiting to be seen - and it’s safe to say that they were all neighbors from Dobbs Ferry.

I walked to the front desk to discuss payment with Mama Zuckerberg. “I will need to back-date this check to next Friday when I get paid. There’s not enough in the account to cover this now, but it will be fine in three days.” - I was speaking softly, in an attempt to not alert the entire room of my precarious financial condition.

She went NUTTS. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! NO! We don’t work this way! How can you think this would be acceptable?!” and she banged on the sign that declared “Work to be paid for at time of appointment”

Everyone in the waiting room was now riveted. I tried to claw back some of my dignity, and continued to explain my predicament. “The emergency had happened that afternoon, we have been your patients for years now, it’s only three days from now….”

“Then give me a credit card.” Says she.

“I cant. I don’t have one right now”

And she actually came out from behind the desk - hollering and waving her arms around. I was shouted at in front of my kids (my youngest started to cry) everyone in town got to see just how shabby my wallet was, and in the end - I left the check on the edge of the counter, gathered up the kids - and left.

The check cleared on payday. We never went back.

And if you wonder why Mark Zuckerberg is so damn weird? This may go some way toward explaining it.

His parents are hideous people.

And so….

I spend my remaining years being served up ridiculous advertising based upon what the weird kid from Dobbs Ferry stole from his clever college roommates.

AI is the product of a batshit kid whose parents were awful.

We’re all in trouble.

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paintedscales · 11 months

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WoLstinien Week 2023 -> Day 7 -> Living Together

Flip flopped on wanting to do Gpose or write something. Writing something won out if only because I had things to do.

Word count: 1,532

Home.

Home always felt warm. Home always smelled of herbs and spice – of flowers and palm.

In the day, the pitter patter of feet and the merry laughter of two girls could be heard. On occasion, Estinien’s deep laugh and playful words as he tended to the whims of his daughters caught the attention of Nomin. At night, the soothing voice of the xaelic woman reading a book aloud for those girls flowed as naturally as the waters flowed through the island. Estinien had often found himself a willing victim to the allure of sleep in those moments where calm could wrap around him like a blanket.

Home.

Home was surrounded by flora and fauna native to the island. Home was surrounded by flora and fauna introduced to the island by Nomin. Home was abundant in its bounty that both the tilled and nurtured fields yielded, and the naturally occurring wealth that the island produced. A symbiotic and loving relationship between those who lived upon the land and the land itself.

“Home…” the word was a ghost upon Nomin’s lips as she sat out on the swinging bench that had been built upon the porch of the island cabin. Before long, a silent scoff left her, and she soon smiled to herself. She used the tips of her toes to rock herself every now and then.

The thoughts of what ‘home’ meant danced around her head in recent time, almost as if they had been aching and begging to surface for a long while. For what did ‘home’ mean to one who used to travel exclusively from place to place to place? To one who allowed herself to wander as her heart desired?

A hearth? A roof over one’s head? A place where you could cook warm meals? A location where you could rest your head?

A ger or a traveler’s tent could certainly be all that and more. Not to mention that either one had been easy enough to disassemble and pack up to bring to the next location.

“The girls are finally asleep,” came Estinien’s voice as he walked out from the cabin, his words causing Nomin to jump somewhat. It seemed her Echo had not alerted her to his presence. That, or she was too deep in her own thoughts to really even pay it any mind. It mattered little at that point.

“Truly?” Nomin questioned briefly, moving over on the swinging bench a small ways to allow Estinien room to sit on it next to her. “I imagine it wasn’t easy. It’s a treat for them, you know. Getting a story out of you, that is. All the time since you first regaled them with one of your stories, they ask me, ‘but when will papa tell us about how mama and his friends rescued him?’ They love hearing your side of it versus mine.”

“That they do… I wonder if they find themselves curious about the power of Nidhogg and his grasp on my soul and body,” Estinien replied with a sigh. He sat down on the bench, leaning back on it and draping an arm around Nomin all the while. Though his words were spoken rather casually, Nomin could not help but to wonder his mental state on reliving that.

“... Does it bother you at all?” Nomin asked, resting against Estinien once he had made himself comfortable.

The silence did little to comfort the auri woman, and she looked up at him, attempting to gauge his thoughts based on the changes in his facial expression that she could discern. However, he seemed to shrug it off, wrapping both his arms around her and pulling her close.

“It does not,” Estinien replied with no betrayal of conviction. “They shall find out sooner or later at any rate. What with Ser Edmont de Fortemps’ book in your very own possession. Not to mention the manservant’s writings that have made it to publication, as you told it. The one that often accompanies the younger Fortemps lordling. Best to sate their curiosity now.”

“You mean Honoroit?” Nomin asked, her question more rhetorical than a genuine one. Of course that was who he meant. It seemed that even with his overall growth as a person, there were still times he exhibited difficulties in remembering names of people he had met briefly, or had little interaction with.

“Mm…” Estinien hummed in neutral response, not giving a proper one to confirm nor deny. He simply rested there, rubbing Nomin’s shoulder as they sat there in silence. Nomin minded this fact little. Silence and being together in silence was just as valuable as filling it with talk – especially when they could simply bask in one another’s presence.

Relaxing and nestling into Estinien on the bench, Nomin turned her gaze out toward the surrounding flora that enveloped the cabin’s grounds. Fireflies danced with one another; a pale imitation of the stars that glittered in the velvety night sky, but beautiful all the same. Crickets weaved their songs, their fiddling accompanying the gentle winds that rustled the leaves of the encompassing foliage.

This is what life had been like being settled on the island. A veritable paradise of peace and privacy, thanks in no small part to both Tataru and Baldin making sure that only approved guests might visit the island.

“I have been thinking…” Estinien quietly started, breaking the silence. “Fleurette and Cyrielle have been rather…excitable when it comes to any talk of my being part of the Knights Dragoon, or your helping to revive the art of the Red Mage.”

Nomin shifted, giving Estinien more of her attention. She had a feeling she knew where this was going.

“Should…you…feel they are ready, perhaps we can set aside some time to start teaching them?” Estinien suggested. “Loathe as I am to think about the mere fact they may need to defend themselves for whatever reason, I think it best we begin teaching them and helping them should they show their aptitude for whichever teaching appeals to them.”

Nomin clicked her tongue with a silent sigh. Indeed, she had known where the discussion was going. Given both hers and Estinien’s reputations and status, there would surely be those that would want to challenge them down the line. Or have the desire to want to cause them harm – for whatever reason they could dredge from the bowels of their stomachs. Teaching the girls their stances and how to utilize their aether was paramount, most like.

“I agree, and I do feel they are the appropriate age – I learned to use my first bow when I was ten summers. They’re already sitting at nine,” Nomin replied. “We can speak with them about it on the morrow. Besides, it may be best to get some training supplies from those that may be able to better provide it than we.”

Estinien nodded and stayed silent for a moment, considering. He then finally spoke in a serious tone: “do you think those mammets ‘round the island here have qualms in being used for target practice?”

Nomin audibly gasped. “Estinien!”

“I jest, of course,” Estinien replied with a shrug of his shoulders and the curl of a smirk upon his lips. “Though they would make decent enough targets. But…I know that you have some relegated to tending the fields, and caring for the karakul, aldgoats, chocobos, and dodos.”

Relaxing back against Estinien, Nomin gave an amused scoff and shook her head.

“Regardless, I’ll have to get into contact with Arya and see if she can provide me with anything that might help a budding practitioner of the art of Red Mage. Especially since I doubt I can readily come into contact with X’rhun. I’m afraid my first rapier and focus were shattered due to an overwhelming amount of aether drawn and mistakenly being channeled through them without the proper attention or care to my actions.” Nomin paused, bringing a hand to her chin in thought. “Although… Urianger did make Alisaie her own. I wonder if he might be able to do the same for the girls…”

A low chuckle rumbled in Estinien’s chest. “All in due time – I have no intention on handing them blades so early. The important part would be to help them learn their stances to keep firm, to keep balance, and to keep them properly mobile for whatever may come up. Besides, much as those damnable mammets infuriate me, I cannot deny that their ability to create a myriad of items proves useful. If not for target practice, then they can perhaps at least be asked to provide something sturdy enough.”

“I hadn’t really thought about that till you said it…” Nomin admitted. She then smiled and stretched, laying herself out on the bench and resting the back of her head on Estinien’s lap, closing her eyes. “I suppose that’s the benefit of remembering what exactly we have access to living out here.”

Estinien brought a hand down, stroking Nomin’s head as she laid there.

“Well…as you said: ‘tis all a learning process, is it not?” Estinien posited, bringing up an old discussion they had when the girls had been born. “This, too, will be a learning process.”

#ffxiv writing #ffxiv #wolstinien #wolstinienweek #wolstinienweek2023 #ffxiv estinien #estinien varlineau #estinien #au ra #ffxiv oc #oc: nomin tal kheeriin #cinnamon ship #my writing #oc: chotan / fleurette varlineau #oc: bayarmaa / cyrielle varlineau #they're more mentioned but are also kind of a focus

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jamiedc-they-them · 2 years

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The Party helping you with your recklessness

Having a sister who had powers was always helpful.

But it was also a detriment in some ways.

Because it led to you thinking you were invincible.

So, you’d throw yourself into any conflict with no care for yourself.

And, if El was honest, it was scaring her a lot lately.

Despite her being the younger sibling, seeing you get hurt when it could’ve been prevented hurt her too.

So, she gets the party together. She gets everyone, her friends and the adults.

“What’s wrong, El?” Steve asks.

It’s then that the rest realise you aren’t there.

“Are they ok?” Lucas asks.

“More hurt lately. They fight more.”

“Why?”

“People say things. Mean things. About us. They protect us. But…”

“Act like they’re immortal?” El nods at Steve’s words, “yeah, sounds like them.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Max asks, looking around at the gang.

Hopper and Joyce share a look, “we’ll all talk to them, here. They should be back soon.”

So, they all wait. You were out at the mall again.

And you do return. Once again, a bit roughed up.

“The hell…?” You ask when you see everyone else.

“Sit,” El demands, pointing at the spot on the couch. You do so, but your cold eyes go over every friend that is in your home as well.

“Jesus, kid. What happened this time?” Hopper asks as he goes to get some water and a towel for your cuts.

“Billy,” Max freezes. She was coming to help you – trust her, she had her share of scrapes from skateboarding and life – but hearing that sets something off in her.

“He was there?” you nod, and she sees some life to your eyes. That protective nature you’ve always had with them. Being a bit older than her and the rest of your friends. Just not as old as Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Robin and the adults.

You were a better sibling than Billy. And she was grateful. But not when it got you hurt too.

“Yeah. Said he was looking for you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, Max. Really. He deserved another fight.”

El takes the towel Hopper handed her and put it on your knuckles, “Papa can’t hurt us, now. You don’t have to fight now.”

“El – “you start to say to your sister, before Nancy speaks up:

“You’re going to get yourself killed. We’re not just going to stand by and let that happen.”

“I’m not going to die, Nancy. I have El to help and – “

“What about last week?” Joyce speaks up softly. You look to her and see that genuine worry she has for you.

“Wait, what was last week?” Hopper asks, now more alert.

Will answers when Joyce isn’t sure how to, “they came to us, bloodied and beaten. Could barely stand on their own.”

“Jesus, Y/N. You told me it the scare was a biking accident.” Steve says, nudging his head to a scar on your arm.”

“I lied!” You snap, “…I’m sorry. I know friends don’t lie but…I – “you aren’t sure how to put it into words.

El grabs your hand, feeling your emotions tenfold via your ability.

“We want to help,” she says softly.

“I know,” you say, giving her a small smile as you squeeze her hand.

“But…” they’re silent as they wait for you to find the words, “I can’t fight like El can. I feel emotions. Not fight.”

“That’s horseshit,” all eyes go to Dustin at his words, “you can fight. I’ve seen you. You’re bad ass.”

“But – “

“You’re not invincible,” Max says, gesturing to your cuts on your face and the dried blood on your nose, “we can deal with our own things too.”

“But…I’m the older one. I need to look after you.”

“Yeah, but we’re older than you. So, shouldn’t you leave some of your stuff for us, too?” Robin says, “I mean, I know we don’t have powers – or, I mean, I guess we technically do with like friendship. But I meant like supernatural powers and all that. But we can help, was my point.”

You appreciate the words, but just look at the floor as you see the damage to your knuckles. You are sore. You’re hurt.

“Papa said if I wasn’t a fighter, then what was the point.”

“You help us in DnD,” Mike says, “you heal us and inspire us there. You don’t take risks there.”

“That’s not real.”

“Technically is, given the upside down,” Lucas does have a point.

“Papa was wrong,” El says this a bit firmer now, having heard your thoughts and understanding what you were trying to say, “he hurt us. We weren’t meant to fight; we were meant to live. That’s what we have now.”

“I don’t know how to live,” it shatters her heart to hear that, “all we know is fighting, El. And hurt. And pain. I – I can’t…”

It hurts them all to hear your words. To hear just how much, you’ve been struggling and why you’ve been acting like this for so long.

“We’re not going anywhere,” Jonathan says, “we’ll stay here as long as we need to.”

“Why?”

“Because you need help too. You’ve been helping us, now it’s our turn to help you.”

You look to El, who nods encouragingly.

You look back to your friends, to the people who have come here and let you speak and yell and didn’t judge you.

“Thank you,” you say.

And they do. They help clean up your other wounds and distract you when needed. Hopper even lets them all stay.

They know it won’t fix it all right away. It’ll be an adjustment with your instincts.

But they’ll help.

Because you’re a party. A group of friends. A family.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

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tryan-a-bex · 1 year

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Secrets

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“Hello, Anya,” Dream gazed softly down at the little girl who’d just entered The New Inn with her parents. “What are we working on today?”

“Anya has to write a story!” she exclaimed, settling into the booth where Dream usually tutored her in language arts.

“Ah. And do you know what the story will be about?” he asked, sliding in across from her.

“Penguins!”

“Of course. How will your story start?”

“One day, Anya and Papa went to the aquarium,” she dictated slowly, clumsily printing the words in her notebook. “A…”

“Q… U… A…” Dream continued prompting, as she laboriously spelled the long word.

Hob slid into the next booth over, bringing the drinks Loid and Yor had ordered.

“You wanted to talk to me?” he smiled.

“Yes,” Loid began. “We want to apologize for taking advantage of your babysitting services. We’re usually not such irresponsible parents. That first time, when she ran away from Franky…”

“Not to worry,” Hob winked, “you were obviously otherwise occupied.” He enjoyed the lovely blush that spread across Yor’s face, and was that a matching one on Loid’s?

“Then the next time, we were in the park together, and there was a car accident. I’m a doctor, so I went to assist, but I asked Anya to wait for me on a nearby bench. When I came to look for her, she had already headed over here to find you.”

“It was no problem!” Hob insisted. “Better here than watching a car accident being cleaned up! That could have been traumatizing!” It was a better excuse than Anya’s “Papa had to work” or Loid’s vague “Something came up,” at the time, Hob thought, but it still didn’t explain why Bond left Anya’s side, nor did it really cover the cut on Loid’s arm.

“Yes,” Yor picked up the conversation, “and last time, when I brought Anya so early on a Saturday, my coworker had an emergency and they called me at the last minute. I’m sorry, I was so tired I didn’t really notice how tired you were as well.”

“Anya had a lovely visit with Dream and his sister, who was visiting that day!” Hob brushed off all their apologies. Even though he’d been 85% asleep at the time, he still remembered Yor’s sharp alertness, the way she was watching behind herself as if for danger even as she thrust Anya at him. He was pretty sure the only true part about that excuse was that work had called her in at the last minute, and he wasn’t interested in speculating about her work—not since that first day they met, when she vaulted over a table and he saw his life flash before his eyes. He abruptly decided he was going to call them out, just a little.

“After all, all families have secrets.”

“Oh, no, no, we’re just a normal family!” Yor protested, thereby confirming Hob’s suspicions. There was nothing like a protestation of innocence to confirm guilt. Loid, meanwhile, wondered why Hob had just as much as admitted to them that he and Dream had secrets as well.

“Yes, of course,” Hob agreed. Their secrets were none of his concern, and he wasn’t even sure why he’d brought it up.

At that moment, Dream and Anya joined them from the other booth, Anya tucking herself under Loid’s arm and Dream taking Hob’s hand under the table.

“We were just talking about secrets,” Dream disclosed, “and we heard Hob mention them as well. Anya has decided that there’s something she would like to tell her parents.” Hob smiled warmly at Anya, glad that she’d finally decided to share the secret he and Dream had discovered by accident.

Anya leaned forward to look at both parents and said solemnly, “Anya can hear your thoughts.” Loid and Yor reared back, identical looks of horror on their faces. Then Hob watched as comprehension began to sink in and they started nodding as pieces fell into place.

“So that’s why you watch Bondman all the time!” Loid exclaimed.

“And why you are never upset when I come home with blood on my clothes!” Yor added.

“And why you kept trying to get us to kiss!” Loid continued.

“And why you always seem to know what Bond wants!” Yor declared.

“Anya also knows about Operation Strix,” Anya said, and Hob watched Loid and Yor exchange a worried glance. Oops, they probably didn’t want him and Dream hearing about that one.

“Now, Anya,” he reminded her, “your parents have secrets that aren’t yours to share.”

“Dream can help!” Anya protested. Hob looked curiously at Dream. It wasn’t like him to get involved in another family’s affairs. Dream nodded.

“This is one that aligns with my realm, Hob.” Now it was Loid’s turn to look questioningly at Dream.

“Well, if we’re going to share secrets, maybe we should go somewhere more private,” Hob suggested.

The two families adjourned upstairs to the kitchen in Hob’s flat, where he nervously made them all tea, coffee, or hot chocolate. He put a tin of biscuits on the table and took the chair beside Dream. Loid began.

“I’m not sure why I should trust you, but Anya does, and well, I guess if she’s a telepath that does explain why she’s such a good judge of character. Will you exchange secrets with us, as a pledge of trust?” Hob glanced at Dream, who nodded solemnly. Apparently this was very important to him. Hob nodded back and took a deep breath.

“I’m immortal,” he said, “I don’t age, and I can’t die.” Loid and Yor looked shocked again. Then Loid looked at Anya.

“I begin to understand why she started this sharing of secrets.”

Dream let his eyes grow dark and starry, a hint of his robe fluttering around his chair.

“I am Dream of the Endless, Lord of Dreams and King of Nightmares. I am the Prince of Stories and Master of the Dreaming.” Loid and Yor looked truly stunned this time, Hob thought. That would stroke Dream’s vanity. Not that he didn’t deserve a little awe, he was rather impressive even with just a touch of his less human form peeking through. Loid cleared his throat and smoothed back his hair.

“Yes, well. I can see why Anya thought you might be able to help! I’m afraid I can’t compete with that! Dreams… if you know our dreams, you probably know our secrets already too.”

“Yes,” Dream confirmed, “but Hob does not. I would ask you to speak them aloud, for his sake.” Loid nodded.

“I am a French spy. The French government does not desire war with the English at this time, so I was sent here to ingratiate myself with a powerful politician who is using his influence to promote war between our countries. Operation Strix is our plan to enter his inner circle though our children—his son Damian is in Anya’s class.” He shook his head wonderingly at Anya.

“You knew all that, didn’t you? So much weight for such a small child to bear.” Anya nodded at him, took a bite of her biscuit, and leaned comfortably against his arm. Yor leaned forward and picked the story up.

“I am an assassin for England, and our goal is also to prevent a war. When Loid asked me to marry him and become Anya’s mother, neither of us knew the truth about each other.

“It actually came out fairly recently, shortly before we met you, in fact. I received a dossier from my boss directing me to find and kill the spy, Twilight.” Yor and Loid exchanged a very warm glance, and Hob suddenly realized that Loid must be Twilight.

“It took some time for me to find Twilight. He is the best spy of our age. Imagine my surprise when I finally tracked him down, and he was my very own husband!” Loid chuckled and took over the narrative.

“Imagine my surprise, after we finished tucking Anya in bed, when my wife came into the living room and put a knife to my throat!” He took Yor’s hand as she blushed furiously again.

“Well, then Loid and I had a long talk, and we decided that we are both on the same side—no war. I explained to my boss about Twilight, not revealing who he is, of course.”

“Anya doesn’t like war,” Anya added. “War is scary.” Hob thought sadly about all the second hand memories she’d probably seen of war, never mind whatever it was that had brought her to Loid and Yor’s family. Surely, “no war” was a good goal. But how did all this relate to Dream’s realm? He turned to Dream, who was already preparing to speak.

“One of the scientists under this warmonger you speak of is dreaming of experimenting with changing people’s sleep. He wants to prevent his enemies from sleeping, or torture them with nightmares, or brainwash his own lackeys in their sleep. This line of research cannot be allowed to continue. If he loses the support of your politician, his work will be discontinued.”

Anya jumped down from her chair and walked around to take Hob’s hand as Loid, Yor and Dream leaned in to start making plans. Hob led her into the living room and settled on the couch with her to read The Little Endless Storybook together again (after meeting Del and Joe, it was her current favourite).

“Will they stop the war and keep the children safe, Hob?” Anya asked, when the story was done.

“I hope so, Anya. They are all very good at what they do, so I think they have a good chance. I really hope they do.” She settled against his arm with a sigh.

“Good. Anya is happy.”

Next chapter

Notes: Part one of A world where children won’t have to cry

I’m not 100% sure I stuck to Spy x Family canon, or Sandman either for that matter. But that’s okay.

“There are secrets in all families” is attributed to Jane Austen in Emma. I’m familiar with it from the Liaden Universe series by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller.

The Sandman x Spy x Family: First: Space Buns; Previous: Halloween

#the sandman #hob gadling #dream of the endless #dreamling #yor forger #loid forger #twiyor #anya forger #there are secrets in all families #tryana find it back #the sandman x spy x family

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