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What Sarah Said
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Author’s note: Listen, I don’t normally write babies into a happy ending but I needed this (PS I love this picture of Nico and Pedro)
Summary: “And when I turned to face grief, I saw that it was just love in a heavy coat.” - Shannon Berry aka you and Joel talk about having more kids (kind of a part two to Sweet Jane) [1.7k]
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, talks of child loss (reader has lost a child), talks of pregnancy, grief, lmk if I missed anything!
You blame Maria. Of course, her well-meaning questions and Camille, ever the adorable toddler, got in your head. It started when Maria told you about her son and, in return, you told her about Jane. She started asking if you and Joel ever talked about having kids or even if you had a plan for if you did get pregnant within the QZ. You always had a plan in mind, even before you started with Joel, but you never talked about it as a couple. Then, she told you about how great her labor and delivery team was when she gave birth to Camille and how they have the equipment to care for anything wrong.
That's when she really started pushing it by talking about schools, work schedules, and even play dates. "I know Camille would love to have a little cousin around," she said. It felt foreign and wrong to be talking about having another kid. You think it would feel that way even if Jane were alive, but her absence doesn't make this any easier. She backed off when you asked her to, but she still got into your head. A million different thoughts have been floating around since you saw her earlier. Maybe that's why you ambush Joel with the question before he can even take his boots off.
"Do you think you'd ever want to have another kid?" You ask as he sits next to you on the couch. Ellie went to bed an hour ago, and you figured now was as good a time as any. You could've approached it gentler, especially since he was on patrol all day. Joel immediately sits straight up and gives you a worried look.
"You're not pregnant, are you?"
"No," you think for a moment, doing mental math to ensure. He waits, the anxiety rolling off of him. "No. No, I'm not. Maria just said something when I was over there that made me think." He sighs and buries his head in his hands. You laugh a little at his reaction and put a soothing hand on his back, the muscles relaxing under your touch. He takes a couple of deep breaths before taking his head out of his hands to look at you.
"Yeah, Tommy said something, too."
"What did Tommy say?" You ask.
"He said something about Maria's doctors and then asked if we had talked about having kids," he says, and you scoff. "What did Maria say?"
"Pretty much the same thing. Even brought up how great the schools here are."
"Sounds like we got set up," He says, and you hum in agreement. "What do you think?"
"I don't know. I mean, this was never a possibility for us before. We never talked about it, even before we left Boston. What do you think?"
"I'm not the one who'd be carryin' a baby for nine months, so I don't think it should be my decision."
"Your feminist thought is always appreciated, but that doesn't help." You say, and he falls quiet. You know to wait him out, to let him sort through his thoughts in silence before he speaks. He glances at his broken watch, searching for pieces of her in the shattered glass, before looking at you again.
"Sarah always talked about how much she wanted a little brother or sister, but… I don't know. I was always happy with just her."
"Jane used to say the same thing. But, my pregnancy with her was so brutal, and it may have been because I was so young when I had her, or something went wrong. I never thought I'd do it again," you say. "There's also Ellie to think about. It'd be a big adjustment for her. She already gets anxious if one of us has a cold, let alone growing a human. There's a lot that could go wrong."
After that, you go back and forth, listing all the ways having a baby would alter your life. You wouldn't be able to go on patrol with him anymore. You'd need medicine and vitamins. All the attention would go to the new baby, and Ellie could start feeling left behind. She just got into a normal routine where she goes to a normal school and does what kids her age should do. You can't fuck that up for her. It'd be scary, emotional, and painful, and that's just the pregnancy. Having a toddler was terrifying enough before the world went to shit. How do you keep a kid that small safe in a world so big? It's obviously possible. Camille and the other kids around the commune are evidence enough.
Even as you go through everything that could go wrong, the idea of Joel being a dad again makes something deep within you soften. He's always been so gentle and natural with Camille, even though it's been decades since he's dealt with a kid that small. He sits at the kitchen table every night to help Ellie with her homework, walking her through math problems like it's second nature, even though you can tell he doesn't understand either. He packs her lunch, walks her to school, and doesn't even blink when she walks down wearing one of his shirts. Domesticity looks good on Joel Miller. He's all relaxed shoulders and big smiles. The nightmares still linger in the shadows of both of your minds, but they're manageable.
That's what so much of your lives have been—manageable. "It sucks, but we'll manage" was your motto for much of your life before Ellie and Joel. You said it to Jane more often than not as a reminder that things could be better, but you were also trying really hard to make life easy for her. You said it to Joel when you started doing drops together. Then, you said it to Ellie when trying to get across the country with her. But now, possibly for the first time ever, it feels like you're doing much more than managing. The thought wiggles through your brain until it sits front and center, a bright, shining "Maybe."
"What?" He asks, breaking you out of your reverie. You shake your head, but he nudges you with his leg.
"It's stupid."
"Humor me."
"I just imagined a little you running around. That's all." You say, and he smiles. It's giddy and touches the corners of his eyes. You have to look away before you get sucked in.
"I thought we were just talking about all the reasons not to have a baby."
"We were. It was just… quick. Something fun to think about."
"Tell me about it," He urges, moving closer to you. You sigh as you reach out and push the hair out of his eyes. "Boy or girl?"
"Girl. We both had girls, so I think it'd be a long shot if we had a boy."
"What were you imaginin’?"
"I imagined a little girl with big curls and your nose running around with Ellie. Playing in the snow and learning how to ride horses and driving us fucking crazy. She'd be a troublemaker, and Ellie would love her for it," you say, his smile only getting brighter as you talk. "I'd go out on patrol, and you'd stay home with our girls because even though you're big and scary, you secretly love playing stupid games with them. You'd sing songs to the baby because she couldn't sleep without them, and you'd spoil her half to death. Ellie'd read the baby books about space, and when I come home, we’d cook dinner together and eat as a family, and we’d live an ordinary, unremarkable life in Jackson."
"Ordinary is good. I could live with ordinary."
"It's a nice thought."
"Yeah," Joel says, nodding. You feel like crying, but you're not sure why. How could you cry over something that's not even real?
"Is it bad that I want all that again?" You ask quietly, like you're afraid if you say it too loud, the universe will take everything away from you. Joel's jaw works as he thinks before he grabs your hand.
"No, it's not because I want it, too." He says. You take a deep breath and nod, looking down at your joined hands.
"What do you think our girls would have to say about all this?"
"I think they'd be jumping up and down and screaming about how excited they'd be," he says. "I think they're doing that wherever they are."
"Me too," you say. Something heavy and dark and familiar weighs down that golden ball of hope still sitting in your chest. It aches as nothing else does, pulling the breath from you swiftly and mercilessly. Like a bomb leveling an entire block and everyone there. Like a stray gunshot hitting the wrong person. Like celebrating a birthday every year but never watching your child grow. "I wish they were here." You admit. Joel brings your hand to his lips and kisses it. His watery eyes match yours.
"Me too." He says. There's an unspoken addition to his sentence. Something about how they are still here because they were a part of each of you, perhaps your best parts, and they live on in you. You keep living because of that and because they loved you and wanted you to live even if they couldn't be around to see it. That might be the only solace when you lose a child.
"Are we crazy?"
"Maybe."
"Are we gonna try to have a baby?" You ask, and a smile overtakes his features.
"I thought that's what our whole conversation was just about." He says, and you roll your eyes before climbing onto his lap. It's a position you've been in far too many times, and you justify it by getting to be close to him, but really he's just pretty to look at sometimes. His hands rest on your waist as you settle, both of you still smiling like idiots.
"I want to hear you say it."
"Mrs. Miller," he starts. "I want to have a baby with you because I love you, and I want a million little yous running around our house." He punctuates his sentence by leaning into you and kissing your neck.
"A million?" You ask, tangling your hands in his hair. He hums against your skin.
"A million."
"Can we compromise for one?"
"I can be persuaded."
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Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader
snapshots masterlist l fic notifs
summary: You come home from your first day back out on patrol and find Joel giving your daughter a bath.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. JACKSON ERA. GIRLDAD!JOEL. established relationship. this specific work does not mention reader’s age (other works in this series may mention she is younger than Joel), no physical description of reader, Rosemary comes with a slight physical description (she has Joel’s hair color/hair type and eye color, no mentions of her skin tone). brief mention of Sarah, brief mention of Joel being a single father pre outbreak, Joel and Ellie are fine because i said so and it’s what he deserves, okay? general fluff and a lot of cuteness, brief smutty themes, but nothing explicit. minimal editing.
word count: 2.3k
a/n: short little thing, but this feels like the cutest thing i have written in a while. if you enjoy it, please consider reblogging or leaving a comment <33
Joel sighs to himself as he scrapes the remnants of Rosemary’s lunch into the bin of food scraps beside the kitchen counter—the neighbor’s chickens were in for a real treat tomorrow morning when he dropped them off on his way to patrol. He had just about coaxed his two and a half year old daughter into eating the crust of her jam sandwich when Ellie walked into the kitchen with a soccer ball tucked under her arm, a trade he was fairly certain she’d made more for the toddler’s sake than her own.
She was sixteen now, spent more time with her friends than she did with her family lately, but her soft spot for the little girl always, always brought her back home.
“Hey kid, look what I’ve got,” Ellie had grinned, holding the ball out for the child to see. “What do you say we go out back and kick this thing around? Sound like fun?”
He frowned, the creases between his brows deepening.
“Ellie, can’t you see I’m in the middle of feedin’ her—”
But it had been too late.
Rosie’s dark brown eyes widened, and she squealed in delight. “Down! Down!” she had exclaimed, whacking her teeny hands down on top of her wooden high chair on either side of her plate. “Daddy! Down, want down!”
Joel decided to put his foot down.
Well, he had tried to put his foot down, anyway.
“Not ‘til you’ve finished every last bite, babygirl. Y’gotta finish your sandwich and eat all your carrots, alright?”
“M’all done,” she’d insisted, placing both hands on her belly. Although Joel would have preferred she clean her plate, you had taught him to honor her fullness cues.
“We have to listen to Rosemary,” you’d told him. “If she says she’s full, then she’s full. The last thing we want to do is force her to keep eating when she’s not hungry, Joel. Her relationship with food starts with us, after all.”
“You’re startin’ to sound like that goddamn child rearin’ book,” he had teased you, earning himself a stern glare.
He liked to give you a hard time about it, but the truth of the matter was, that parenting book you found in the library turned out to be pretty helpful for both of you—while this wasn’t Joel’s first rodeo, the last time he had been around a child this young was over three decades ago. With Sarah, he’d flown through her childhood by the seat of his pants, went through a lot more trial and error scenarios than he liked to admit.
Often, Joel found himself feeling guilty. He tried to give some credit to the clueless young man in his twenties, the one who had been left to raise his baby girl all on his own when her mom couldn’t take it anymore after one year. Things turned out alright, but whenever he sees you with Rosemary, takes in the way you pour your entire heart into being a good mother to yours and his daughter, he can’t help but reminisce on his first life, on all those moments he felt so hopeless—all of those moments when he didn’t know what to do, and had no one to turn to for help. No one to lean on.
Oh how he wished Sarah could have known what it was like to have both of her parents at her side.
Like Rosie does.
Sighing, Joel places her plate in the sink, along with his own. He turns and glances at the clock on the wall—it’s half past noon, and he knows your early morning patrol group should be arriving back to the town’s main gates any minute now. Sure, caring for Rosemary had served as a decent distraction, but every so often, his anxieties would creep up on him. He worried about you being out there on the other side of the wall. And if you being out there wasn’t bad enough, you were out there without him.
“I’m back on the patrol roster next week,” you informed him one evening while the two of you were cleaning the kitchen after supper. You winced when he dropped the plate in his hands into the sink, the loud clanking noise bouncing off the walls. You wasted no time in pleading your case. “It’s been almost three years, Joel. I have to get back to pulling my weight around here. As much as I’d love to, I can’t stay home forever, and you know that as well as I do.”
Slowly, he’d spun around to face you, the muscle in his jaw ticking—he wasn’t happy. “Find another job,” he bit through his teeth. “Somethin’ in town. Somethin’ safe.”
“Joel—”
“You’re a mother now!” he hissed, angrily.
“And you’re a father,” you’d countered without missing a beat. Knowing Joel’s reaction was only coming from a place of concern, you walked up to him and placed a hand on his heaving chest, right over his racing heart in an effort to calm him. “Look, I’m just capable of getting myself home safely as you are, alright? And if it makes you feel any better, I’ll be partnered with Tommy. He’ll have my back.”
He’d found very little consolation in that.
Joel sighs again and reaches for the faucet.
“Uh, Joel?” Ellie’s voice comes from behind him.
“What?” He turns around, his jaw dropping open when he sees her standing there, carefully holding Rosemary out towards him by her underarms. She’s covered from head to toe in mud. “What the hell did you do to her?”
“You know how it was raining for like three days?” Ellie shoots him a sheepish smile. “The ball went into a mud puddle, and well, she sorta went in after it.”
“Jesus Christ, she’s filthy!” Exasperated, Joel narrows his eyes at her. “Why weren’t you watchin’ her?”
“I was, but she was too fast! Kid’s a little speed demon, man. Aren’t ya, Rosie?”
Rosie giggles and kicks her dangling feet, mud dripping off her tiny, leather oxford shoes and onto the floor with an audible splatter.
“She’s gonna be home from patrol any minute now,” he says, shaking his head. “If she sees Rosie like this, she’ll have my ass, and yours.” Carefully, he takes Rosemary from Ellie’s hands, holding her out and away from him. He jerks his chin towards the dirty floor. “Clean up this mess while I take her upstairs and give her a bath. We might just be able to get away with this.”
She gives him a thumbs up. “You got it, old man.”
“C’mon, Rosie Posie. Let’s get you all washed up before mama gets home and puts all three of us in a timeout.”
She gives him a wide, toothy smile. “Okay, daddy.”
Groaning, you shove through the front door.
You had underestimated how difficult it would be to get back in the saddle of a horse after almost three years of not being in one.
It would take some getting used to—again.
“Fuck,” you hiss, closing the door and leaning against it for support. Your knees. Your thighs. Your lower back.
There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t aching.
After taking a minute to collect yourself, you push away from the door and toe off your old, brown leather boots, leaving them there near the entryway. You call out, “I’m home!”
“Oh hey!” From seemingly out of nowhere, Ellie comes speeding down the hallway, skidding to a stop in front of you with her backpack slung over her shoulder. “Just the person I wanted to see! Mind if I head over to Dina’s for a while?”
“How long is a while, El?”
“She invited me to stay for dinner.”
You raise a knowing eyebrow at her, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Again?”
Flushing, Ellie nods. “Yeah.”
“Did you ask Joel for permission?”
“Aw come on, man! Do I really have to ask Joel?” She huffs and rolls her eyes. “I can hear him bitching at me already.” Dropping her voice several octaves, she starts to mimic him, accent and all. “Y’been spending every fuckin’ night over there. Don’t you forget you’ve got a family, kiddo.”
Amused, you chuckle and lightly nudge her shoulder. “I have to take his side on this one, Ellie. It would be nice for the four of us to have dinner together. You know, like we used to before Dina came into the picture?”
“I’ll stay home for dinner for the rest of the week,” Ellie swears, clasping her hands together. “Please?”
Sighing in defeat, you step aside. “Alright, go ahead. I’ll hold you to your word though, alright?”
“Thank you!” she grins as she breezes past you and out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
Shrugging out of your jacket, you hang it up in the hall closet and then head upstairs. “Joel? Are you up here?” There’s no answer. You pass by Rosemary’s room first and peek inside only to find it empty. Furrowing a brow, you head a bit further down the hallway into yours and Joel’s bedroom. That’s when you hear his voice coming from the en suite bathroom.
There, you find him kneeling on the tile floor beside the tub, his back to you as he gives your daughter her bath. Hours ahead of her normal schedule, you realize.
Casually leaning against the doorframe, you cross your arms over your chest, and quietly watch them, your lips already curling into a smile.
“What’s this?” Joel asks her, holding up a yellow rubber duck. It’s almost comical how small it looks in the palm of his large hand.
“Duckie!” Rosemary answers, enthusiastically.
He nods. “S’right, honey. It’s a duckie. And what sound does a duckie make?”
Craning your neck, you catch a glimpse of her sweet little face as she stares at him, her expression a mingle of equal parts curiosity and confusion.
“C’mon now, babygirl,” Joel prompts her, handing her the toy. “Mama taught you this already, remember?”
She looks at the rubber duck and thinks, thinks, thinks.
After a minute, Rosie gasps and shouts, “Quack!”
“S’right! Good job, Rosie,” he praises. Leaning over the edge of the tub, he presses a kiss into her damp, dark brown curls. “That’s my girl. You’re so smart.”
“Quack!” Giggling, Rosie lifts her chubby arms over her head, bringing them down into the water with all of her might, splashing Joel. She does it over and over again, soaking his face and the front of his denim shirt as she chants, “Quack, quack, quack!”
“Alright, alright, alright!” Joel laughs, shaking his head. He lifts an arm, wiping at his face with the sleeve of his shirt. “S’enough, my little duck. Daddy already had his shower today.”
Grinning, you saunter up behind him, and with a bit of protest from your back, you bend over to kiss the top of his head. You say in jest, “Without me?”
“Mama!” Rosie cries happily, reaching for you.
“Hi baby, I missed you!” Leaning down further, you kiss her cheek, the soothing, calming scent of her lavender soap invading your senses. Drawing yourself back up to full height, you glance down at Joel with suspicion. “Is there any particular reason you’re giving her a bath so early today?”
You can tell he’s contemplating lying to you. That is, until your eyes flicker over to her muddy clothes, which lie in a heap next to the hamper.
He’d forgotten to get rid of the evidence.
“Joel? What happened to my child?”
“We, uh, we had a little problem earlier this afternoon,” Joel explains, his ears burning red. “She was out in the backyard playin' with Ellie and she got into one of the mud puddles.”
“Rosemary Miller!” you playfully scold her. Placing your hands on your hips, you ask,“Is that true, young lady? Did you get into a mud puddle?”
Rosie beams. “Yeah!”
Rolling your eyes, you laugh and shake your head. “You silly girl.”
“Thought you’d be mad, darlin’,” Joel admits, peering up at you in relief.
“Joel, all that I ask when I leave her alone with you and Ellie is that I come home and she’s still in one piece,” you tease him.
Dipping his hand into the water, Joel splashes you, and of course, Rosemary decides to follow his lead and she does the same, bursting into another fit of giggles.
“Get her, Rosie, get her!” he encourages her.
“Hey!” You jump backwards, almost tripping over your own feet. “Cut it out! You’re getting water everywhere!”
About an hour later, once both Rosie and the bathroom floor are dry, Joel puts her down for her long overdue afternoon nap. He heads back into the bedroom where you’re digging in a drawer for a pair of clean leggings and a sweatshirt. He comes up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. He inhales deeply.
“Ew, Joel, stop it! I’m all filthy,” you say, wiggling to get away from him.
Joel holds you tighter. “Mm, I love it when you’re filthy, baby,” he smirks. “C’mon. She’s out for at least an hour. We’ve got some time to ourselves.”
“I’m so sore,” you whine. “From riding a horse all day.”
His lips find the shell of your ear and he whispers, “Too sore to ride me, darlin’?”
Biting back a tiny whimper, your head falls back onto his shoulder as wet heat pools between your thighs. He lightly nips at your pulse point, his teeth scraping your tender, delicate flesh.
“Jesus,” you breathe when he presses into you. You feel him against the small of your back—he’s already hard. “Can you at least let me bathe first?”
Joel hums. “I’ve got a better idea, baby.” Spinning you around, he reaches for the buttons of your shirt. “How’s about we save some water and shower together?”
“Thought you already had a shower today,” you remind him of what he’d said earlier.
He pushes your shirt off your shoulders and licks his lips. “I’m sure as hell up for another one.”
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Hiii!!! If requests are open I was wondering if you'd be willing to write some Caregiver Frank Castle Headcannons or a fic.
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@aew-kun-age-regression !! YES!!! It would be my honor and pleasure to write Caregiver Frank Castle!! After writing the Matt Murdock Headcannons and adding the small section at the end with Frank, I couldn’t help but want to write more about Frank as a Caregiver! He’s just so tough and broken that I feel like a Little would be just the thing to heal and help him🥹 It was such a hard choice but I decided to do Frank Castle Headcannons. But if you find some inspiration from this please send me another request and I’d happily write a fic around Frank! So here is Caregiver Frank Castle Headcannons! Please enjoy!!🥹💞
Caregiver Frank Castle Headcannons
Tw- violence, mentions of trauma and death.
Frank never expected to be your Caregiver. After everything that happened with his family, he thought he would just be alone for the rest of his life. That was until Y/N came into his life. You sort of adopted Frank and not vice versa.
Y/N was looking into some shady business going down in Hell’s Kitchen when they got wrapped into it and badly hurt. Frank saved them and brought them back to his home to tend to their injuries. But the injuries scared them so badly that they regressed once they felt safe and cared for in Frank’s home.
Frank, being no stranger to trauma responses and coping mechanisms, immediately understood what was happening. At first he was nervous, taking care of you as if you were made of glass, but then as the night went on he started to return to his old fatherly Caregiver self and he started to enjoy it.
After that night you asked Frank to be your Caregiver. He refused at first, not because of you but because of himself. He is so afraid he will hurt you or you’ll get hurt because of him. It’s not that he doesn’t want you, trust that he hasn’t felt as calm or at peace then when he was taking care of you, it’s because he’s traumatized.
But after asking, and asking, and asking over and over again, he finally breaks down and agrees. Now not only is Y/N happier and safer than ever but Frank is healing and becoming his old self again. He truly relaxes when he’s around his Little one. You see slowly but surely the old father side of him that was once locked away coming back to him in full swing.
Nickname wise he starts out with the standard kid or kiddo for Y/N as he start to get used to being a Caregiver again. But as time go on he really gets into the use of nicknames such as: Prince/Princess/Royalty (depending on your gender), his personal favorite troublemaker, sweet one and pumpkin.
Frank is a girldad for sure. What I mean by this is not that he is only for Femm little, no no no, what I mean is he isn’t one of those overly masculine men that’s afraid of showing his feminine side.
You want to have a tea party with him? He’s the guest of honor! Want to paint his nails? He hands you his hand. Want to play dress up? He’ll gladly wear a dress or a fancy tux. The point is, there isn’t much he wouldn’t do for his little one. Even if it isn’t “something a manly man would do.” He could care less. For him it’s all about his little ones happiness.
Speaking of that, like most Caregivers he is completely open to his Littles needs. Diaper, pull-up, sippy cup, bottles, pacifiers, stuffies, ect. Whatever you want/need for your regression. He is all for it!
He keeps his life as the Punisher far away from his life with his little one. That’s the last thing he wants you tangled up in.
Y/N has to be patient with him because at times he can be very overprotective of them.
They rarely go out to the park, or beach or anything public. Not that he is afraid to be seen with you, he used to not be a bragger but now he is when it come to you. The fear of being out in public comes from his fear of someone hurting you while the two of you are out…just like what happened to his family.
Because of this you guys are homebodies. But Frank makes it fun! He makes elaborate pillow forts, special movie nights, drawing contest and crazy games of hide and seek in their home so that his little one is always entertained.
Frank LOVES art work from his Little one. Every photo to him is a work of art. It’s gotten so bad that the fridge is just a pile of papers now. “What’s this? Oh WOW! Look at this!! You did such a great job! I love it! It’s a masterpiece that deserves it’s time on the fridge don’t you think?”
Frank is on the stricter side when it comes to rules and such. He isn’t easily a pushover so it’s hard to convince him when he’s made his mind up…but that doesn’t stop you from trying though!
“Can I have another cookie?” “How many have you had already?” “Two.” “Yeah, two too many. You’re not having another before dinner. You just have to wait.” “But two isn’t a good number! Three is! See, two is even which is good but then the one extra cookie is good luck.” Frank just gives them a look. “I’ll wait till after dinner.” They sigh. “That’s what I thought.”
Frank…IS A CUDDLER! There’s nothing he enjoys more than to snuggle up on the couch, little one in his lap, and watch tv together. He loves the security of having them close to him at all times, but he also loves to cuddle.
At night, if they’re comfortable with it, he holds them close and they fall asleep resting their head in his chest. This helps ground him and allow him to fall asleep without the fears and anxiety that used to keep him awake. When he does have a nightmare, his little one helps him through it.
Aft first he was embarrassed and ashamed of himself for being so vulnerable after a nightmare. But he quickly learned that for as much as he does for his Little, they do the same if not more for him. He’s slowly working through his trauma and it’s because of Y/N.
When it comes to Frank’s friends…he doesn’t have many. He doesn’t trust most of the people in his life besides his little one. But there are a few he can trust and who he introduces Y/N too.
Karen is the first and she’s super kind and gentle. She’s extremely happy Frank has Y/N as she quickly sees a change in him, a very good change. She helps out when Y/N’s regressed and he needs to go out on a business call.
Matt was a bit of a shock to Frank as they started out enemies. But once Matt gained Frank’s trust, he became a close ally to Frank and his Little. Matt is also extremely kind and gentle. He loves to play with Y/N and is always sneaking them sweets behind Frank’s back.
Now if it wasn’t the reader being Frank’s Little, Matt or Karen would definitely his Littles. Karen is a bit older than Matt headspace wise but the two get along well! Matt is always snuggling next to Frank while he reads and Karen paints his nails. Again, he didn’t ask to be their Caregiver, but they just adopt him. And who was he to refuse?
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Cassian week 2023 -Day Two Prompt - Gentle - A training accident gone wrong leads to our reader being cared for by the Illyrian Male she considers her big brother (Cassian x Platonic Reader)
Early Mornings - Cassian and his mate are well matched in every way. He's the Lord of Bloodshed, General to the Night Court's Army, and she is the last of the Valkyries. Nothing can stand between them, unless you take her morning coffee. (Cassian x Illryian OC -potential to be a multipart thing leading to Cassian x Illyrian OC x Nesta)
Training Tensions** - part two of Early Mornings - Nesta x Illyrian OC x Cassian - an early morning training session leads to a steamy moment between our OC and Nesta
Daddy's Girl - Request -With his daughter freshly turning 50, Cassian now faces the hardships of losing his babygirl to adulthood and the horrors of dating.- girl dad!cassian x reader
So Small - Daddy's Girl Part 2 - featuring the imfamous chair scene, drunk batboys style
To Have and To Hold - Request - Cassian and reader are finally saying their vows after a few years of courting, but there's other vows Cassian finds just as important. (Cassian x single mom reader)
The Fox and the Hound - it's Cassian's turn for a Vanserra sister OC
Pleasure** - Cassian x reader requested - your cycle has been extra painful this time around, thankfully Cassian is always more than happy to help.
Heavy - Cassian x reader - Being a mother is so much harder than you expected, especially when Cassian is gone
Keep Going - GirlDad!Cassian x reader requested - When your daughter's wings start flapping, Cassian realizes it is time to teach her to fly
Mine *- Cassian always gets a little riled up when he gets to fight for your honor.
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Hi! Could I have a headcanons for Ghost, König, Soap and Alejandro reacts or finds out their fem! s/o is a single mom and has a child too
yes ofc <3
Ghost was taken aback. He looked at you and you were on edge. Ghost told you that he would be happy to meet your son if that was what you wanted. He felt honored that you trusted him enough to let him meet your son. He would go to the playdate without his mask because he didn't want to scare him.
Soap thought that your daughter looked just like you. The first time you showed him a picture of him, he demanded a picture of the two of you together. He wanted to meet her, so you set up a date for the two of them to meet. Soap was so excited and when the two met, your daughter clung to his side immediately. She refused to let go and you captured a picture of the two of them sleeping on the couch.
You sat König down on your second date and told him about your son. He was definitely shocked at first, not knowing what to say. He asked for a picture after a few moments of silence. You quickly grabbed your phone and pulled up the most recent photo of him and you had. König was silent for a few more moments before he told you that your son had your eyes and the biggest smile he had every seen.
Alejandro found out that you had a daughter after a mission you two went on. He asked if you had anyone waiting for you and you showed him a picture of your daughter. He smiled and looked up at you, asking if he could meet her when they get back. When you did get back, you brought him to meet your daughter and he became a girldad and he loves your daughter.
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I love her! I freaking love Lyric Reese! And she’s annoying her big brother! This is peak sibling behavior, your honor! It’s official teenage Logan and toddler Lyric is a head snob. Also, I just know Quinn must have had an influence on her. Awesome Lyric!
Logan definitely spoils her! His last scene with her told me so hahah. I honestly loved Lyric so much, another character I wish we could see more of in the future (really holding in the hope of a series, I know, but I choose delusion)
I always loved the "he's a jerk to everyone but loves his little sister" trope, so imagine my delight at finding out Logan was that trope all along, he's definitely going going be a girldad 😭❤❤
I'm definitely including Teen Logan and Teen Quinn with Toddler Lyric scenes in my upcoming "early quogan" fics, I already have s many cute ideas.
I bet Quinn adored her, in the movie she seemed fond of her, despite Lyric being a bit annoying (I love her but she is so out of touch haahah), if Logan introduced Quinn to his family early on (which he probably did), Quinn has known her since she was little (I'm assuming Lyric is 19-24), and Quinn being an only child, I bet she grew to see her like a little sister.
Lyric also seemed to love Quinn, I do think she wanted to sing that song out of love, not attention seeking, and since she only has brother, I like to think she grew up looking up at Quinn like an older sister (plus Quinn is so bad ass girl boss, Lyric for sure loves her)
Yes this ask was more about Logan and Lyric but I'm unable to stop rambling about Quinn, my bad.
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Thank you for the ask ❤️
So, there are multiple fics I've written that made me a little emotional while I was writing them. Honorable mentions are i just want something to hold on to (and a little of that human touch) (touchstarved!buck) and welcome to the end of being alone inside your mind (girldad!buck), but all the reasons i'm not good enough was the one that took the cake. I actually cried while editing that one...
This fic was one that had been in my WIP's for months as "Maddie & Eddie bonding", since I am of the opinion that we deserve to see their friendship at some point.
Where Buck's insecurities are so familiar and much more real to me, Eddie's are a bit harder to relate too, sometimes, which makes them all the more interesting.
Eddie getting drunk seemed like the perfect way to have him finally process some of his feelings out loud, and we all know Maddie would have at least some suspicions about those two.
"I'm just scared that I'll screw it up again," he whispers. "Like I did with Shannon, you know? She deserved better, and so does Buck. There is a whole list of reasons why I'm not good enough."
This line is my favorite, along with the one about him feeling like he's a failure as a parent every day, which is why I got the title from it, too.
He's always most worried about not being a good parent, but I think his fear of being a bad partner is something that will definitely hold him back from pursuing something with Buck. At least he had a little push in de back from the alcohol in this fic 😉
Ask for director's commentary on one of my fics or send a ⭐️ to have me pick a section I've been dying to talk about
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#Repost @paugasol with @make_repost ・・・ I miss you, hermano… not a day goes by that you are not present in what I do. Your spirit, your drive, your ambition, your love… continues to shine in my life and in many others. Photos, videos, very special moments keep being shared by countless people that have admired you and loved you in their own way, reminding me how incredibly lucky I have been to share some of those moments with you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I hope you and Gigi are smiling down seeing how strong, sweet and amazing your girls are… they are growing so fast brother. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I wish you could’ve met our little Elisabet Gianna. We will make sure she knows where her middle name comes from… how extraordinary, loving and inspiring her cousin Gigi and her uncle Kobe were. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Today, we honor and celebrate both of you, you have left us with so much…, but even if it isn’t how we would like things to be, you are, and always will be, in our hearts. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Te echo de menos, hermano… no hay un solo día en el que no te tenga presente en lo que hago. Tu espíritu, tu determinación, tu cariño… continuan brillando en mi vida y en la de muchos otros. Fotos, videos, momentos muy especiales compartidos por innumerables personas que te han admirado y querido a su manera, recordándome lo increíblemente afortunado que he sido de haber compartido algunos de esos momentos junto a ti. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Espero que Gigi y tú estéis sonriendo desde el cielo viendo lo fuertes, dulces y maravillosas que son vuestras chicas… están creciendo muy rápido, hermano. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Me hubiera encantado que pudieras haber conocido a nuestra Elisabet Gianna. Nos aseguraremos de que sepa de dónde viene su segundo nombre… lo extraordinarios, cariñosos e inspiradores que su prima Gigi y su tío Kobe eran. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Hoy os honramos y celebramos vuestras vidas, nos habéis dejado tanto… ojalá las cosas fueran distintas, pero estáis, y siempre estaréis, en nuestros corazones. #PlayGigisWay #Mambacita #Mamba #DaddysGirl #GirlDad #Hermano #Kobe #Family https://www.instagram.com/p/CKhb_JAlENl/?igshid=86fhnv4vomim
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How Kobe Bryant's tragic death rocked the sports world and put a spotlight on grieving a public icon
Kobe Bryant's loss of life can also bear been now not like any giant identify loss of life to this level thanks to the massive reaction and the messy aftermath of discussing his legacy.
The reporting on Bryant's loss of life used to be gorgeous in nature and showed the hazard of true-time reporting, as quite lots of fraudulent reports muddled the be troubled.
Bryant's loss of life also raised questions of grieve and honor a public icon who had also been accused of sexual assault.
That is the legend of what took residing on that tragic Sunday and the shockwaves it despatched around the sector.
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At 11: 32 A.M. PT, on January 26, a apparently innocuous winter Sunday, a myth from TMZ despatched shockwaves thru the universe.
"Breaking: Kobe Bryant Has Died in a Helicopter Atomize," the tweet read. The myth claimed Bryant used to be one in all five folk lifeless in a helicopter crash in Calabasas, California.
Experiencing breaking events in true-time is a barely novel phenomenon. On that day, it used to be as in case your complete world used to be following the connected Twitter timeline, ready for more data. Maybe TMZ used to be wrong? Maybe there had been some mistake? Unquestionably, Bryant, a borderline mythological athlete peaceable a good deal in the general public seek, can also no longer be gone so with out note.
Smoke rises from the scene of a helicopter crash that killed Kobe Bryant in Calabasas, California, on January 26, 2020.
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What felt cherish hours used to be no longer up to 20 minutes. Local reports got right here in, confirming a helicopter crash. Stomachs tightened. Maybe in a merciless irony, the worst used to be confirmed by top NBA reporter Adrian Wojnarowski of ESPN, at 11: 51 P.M. PT. "Kobe Bryant is among these lifeless in a helicopter crash beginning air Los Angeles, a provide confirms to ESPN."
Over the following hour, the traits continued. The crash had killed 9 folk, at the side of Bryant. His 13-three hundred and sixty five days-outdated daughter Gianna, aka "Gigi," used to be with him. The tragedy incorporated participants of Gigi's basketball crew, dad and mother, coaches, and the plane's pilot. They had been on their manner to a basketball sport at Bryant's Mamba Sports activities Academy.
The grieving, tributes, and discourse that followed over the arrival days and weeks is also now not like every other giant identify loss of life to this level.
Kobe Bryant's second existence expanded beyond basketball
For many athletes, the conclude of their careers feels cherish the conclude of their lives. Nonetheless Kobe Bryant used to be lots of. He told The Recent Yorker's Ben McGrath in 2014 that he cringed on the recommendation that he would retreat to a golf route and live existence slowly upon retirement.
"I bag questions the total time: 'What are you going to make when you retire?' As if I had no existence, no abilities beginning air of taking part in basketball," Bryant acknowledged. "It totally drives me loopy. 'You appropriate going to golf all day?' I'm, cherish, 'No. Who the f--- acknowledged that?' It be maddening."
Kobe Bryant had a ardour for "storytelling" in retirement.
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Bryant's next ardour used to be "storytelling." Following his retirement, Bryant dove head-first into the ingenious world, forming Granity Studios, a multimedia firm that creates childhood's books, podcasts, TV series, and motion photographs, lots of which focused on childhood sports to coach existence classes.
"Having four daughters at dwelling, it used to be cherish I bear to create content for my childhood," Bryant told Sports activities Illustrated's Jon Wertheim in 2019. "Because I did now not see that, I did now not see content for younger folk that bear taking part in sports. So I major to recall one thing that had a fantasy enchantment to it and join that to sports. Magic and pathology and one of the inherent magic that is within the game itself. How make you recall that and place it into a legend that childhood would trip?"
Bryant received an Oscar in 2018, appropriate two years after retiring, for Splendid Animated Short for "Dear Basketball," based totally on the poem he wrote about retiring.
"As basketball gamers, we're supposed to close up and dribble," Bryant acknowledged at some level of his acceptance speech, alluding to depraved feedback made by Fox's Laura Ingraham. "I'm completely ecstatic we make a small bit bit more than that."
Bryant's post-retirement connection to basketball used to be abnormal. He did now not pursue the aged, sit-in the motivate of-the-desk, analyst objective. As an different, he had an ESPN+ series called "Detail," in which he broke down film. In his mind, nonetheless, it used to be more "storytelling."
"If that used to be my ardour, so as to sit down at a studio desk, make that day in, time out, I'd for sure make it. That's no longer my ardour," Bryant acknowledged on an ESPN convention name to advertise "Detail" in 2018. "My ardour is writing, developing, inserting magnificent tales together, weaving them in the fabricate of a tale."
Bryant, by all accounts, had looked as if it would pass previous basketball — or a minimal of the rolling boil interior of him had change into a simmer.
"I assemble no longer bear a tough time searching at it at all," Bryant acknowledged on the connected convention name, of getting an itch to play. "I bear this more thing that is attempting me that I trip doing ... I've in point of fact been in a position to pass on from the game."
"Lady Dad"
Kobe and Gigi Bryant.
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In retirement, Bryant used to be also focused on existence in conjunction with his daughters — Natalia, Gigi, Bianka, and Capri, born in June 2019.
After his loss of life, ESPN's Elle Duncan relayed a legend about giving beginning to a lady and talking to Kobe Bryant about it. Bryant reportedly boasted he used to be a "girl dad," announcing, "Factual be grateful you can need got been on condition that present because of girls are supreme ... I'd bear five more girls if I could also." The hashtag #girldad went viral after Duncan's legend, with fathers posting photos of their daughters.
"I take care of having girls. I take care of it," Bryant told Jimmy Kimmel in September 2019. "They're awesome, man. I think my wife desires a boy more so than I make."
Bryant gave the impact especially in the case of Gigi, who can also bear been his strongest connection to basketball in retirement.
Gigi aspired to play in the WNBA. Bryant told McGrath in 2014 that Gigi used to be "insanely, insanely competitive — cherish, mean." He in contrast her to himself.
He coached Gigi's AAU crew — aptly named "The Mambas" — and told Kimmel in 2018 that Gigi sought to elevate on his athletic legacy.
"The acceptable thing that happens is after we slip out, and followers will reach up to me, and she'll be standing next to me. They are going to likely be cherish, 'You gotta bear a boy. You and [Vanessa] gotta bear a boy, y'all gotta bear somebody to elevate on the custom, the legacy,'" Bryant acknowledged. "And [Gigi's] cherish, 'Hey, I bought this. You assemble no longer need no boy for that.'"
In late December, the two had been sitting courtside for a sport between the Brooklyn Nets and Atlanta Hawks. Cameras caught Bryant appearing to be instructing Gigi the game.
—Reese Waters (@reesewaters) January 26, 2020
The sports world grieves
Though Bryant can also bear disconnected from basketball in retirement, he used to be without a kill in sight linked to the game. He used to be an icon to a generation of athletes and a pillar in the sports world, attributable to 20 years with the Los Angeles Lakers, 18 All-Extensive identify Games, five championships, and an MVP award.
Bryant had been in the news the weekend of the crash. The evening sooner than, LeBron James had passed him for third all-time in scoring. Bryant, who had told journalists at some level of the week that he used to be ecstatic for James to pass before him — a "records-are-made-to-be-broken" sentiment — tweeted his congratulations that evening.
—Kobe Bryant (@kobebryant) January 26, 2020
Separated as he had change into from the game, the game did now not simply let slip of Bryant. Knowledge of his loss of life rocked the NBA world. The reactions had been cherish dominoes, falling one after one other.
There used to be ESPN's Stephen A. Smith and Jay Williams, crying thru live TV hits quickly after the news used to be launched.
There used to be the elusive Michael Jordan releasing a commentary: "Phrases can no longer describe the pain I'm feeling. I liked Kobe — he used to be cherish a small bit brother to me."
There used to be photos of James crying on a tarmac. It used to be later reported that James and Bryant had spoken on the phone early on Sunday after James had passed him in scoring.
There used to be Shaquille O'Neal choked up, announcing, "My spirit appropriate left my physique," lamenting no longer talking to Bryant more generally.
The Rockets' Austin Rivers and P.J. Tucker grew emotional after news of Kobe Bryant's loss of life.
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Avid gamers paid tribute across the league. Some wrote messages on their sneakers. The Atlanta Hawks' Trae Younger began the game wearing a No. 8 jersey in honor of Bryant. Groups held moments of silence sooner than video games and started video games with eight-second motivate-court violations and 24-second shot-clock violations, tributes to Bryant's jersey numbers. Madison Sq. Garden changed its colors to yellow and pink.
Tennis gamers mourned. Soccer stars paid tribute. The Neat Bowl known Bryant sooner than the game and at halftime.
A makeshift memorial to Kobe Bryant beginning air of Staples Center.
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Meanwhile, Staples Center in Los Angeles became an unofficial funeral dwelling. Followers gathered beginning air the Lakers' dwelling arena, becoming a member of together in chants of "M-V-P," writing messages in chalk around the plaza, leaving vegetation, hundreds of basketballs, and more.
"He used to be LA's god generally," a Lakers fan named Brooklyn Butler told Insider's Lauren Frias.
In most likely basically the most acceptable tribute, some followers left a trashcan beginning air of the sector, with the message, "You realize what to make." Followers shot paper into the trashcan, yelling, "Kobe!"
The acceptable plan to myth on loss of life and grieve a public icon
Nothing about Bryant's loss of life, the crash, or the aftermath used to be effectively-organized.
The unfolding of the major parts showed the hazards of true-time reporting, in front of an target market of millions.TMZ's breaking of the legend drew scrutiny from LA Police. TMZ had reportedly broken the legend sooner than Bryant's family, or other households had been knowledgeable of the crash.
All over a press convention, Los Angeles County Sheriff Alex Villanueva acknowledged it used to be "wholly unpleasant" for the households to be taught the news sooner than being contacted by police.
"It'd be extraordinarily disrespectful to achieve that your family participants perished, and likewise you learned about it from TMZ," Villanueva acknowledged. "That's appropriate wholly unpleasant."
ABC suspended reporter Matt Gutman for erroneously myth that every four of Bryant's childhood had been on the helicopter.
"Reporting the facts accurately is the cornerstone of our journalism," a representative for ABC Knowledge told Insider. "As he acknowledged on Sunday, Matt Gutman's preliminary reporting used to be no longer appropriate and did now not satisfy our editorial requirements."
An fraudulent myth acknowledged Rick Fox used to be in the helicopter crash with Kobe Bryant.
Eric Charbonneau/Invision for Showtime/AP Footage
One other inaccurate myth acknowledged that Rick Fox, a outdated skool NBA participant and teammate of Bryant's, used to be also on the helicopter. Fox later acknowledged that he used to be blind to the myth and used to be ignoring calls and texts from family participants, sending them into a horror. He at last answered, revealing he wasn't in the crash, however the tournament used to be demanding nonetheless.
The Washington Put up suspended journalist Felicia Sonmez after she tweeted a Every single day Beast article about Bryant's rape allegations from 2003, drawing ire from folk on Twitter. The Put up called her tweets "ill-timed."
The ideal uproar, nonetheless, can also bear centered on Gayle King of CBS. A week after the crash, King interviewed WNBA memoir Lisa Leslie about Bryant's loss of life and his legacy. King asked Leslie if it used to be "advanced" to be associates with Bryant thanks to the rape allegations that had been settled out of court, and whether or no longer they must be fragment of Bryant's legacy.
Gayle King.
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King became the target of wrong ire, with famous celebrities cherish rappers 50 Cent and Snoop Dogg taking to social media to criticize her. Some thought Snoop Dogg insinuated violence in opposition to King by announcing, "Respect the family and motivate off, b---h, sooner than we reach bag you."
King bought hateful messages and loss of life threats and traveled with security. Assorted noteworthy figures got right here to her defense, at the side of CBS Knowledge President Susan Zirinsky, Sen. Cory Booker of Recent Jersey, and outdated skool United Countries Ambassador and national security adviser Susan Rice. Snoop Dogg later apologized for his feedback in an Instagram post.
Bryant's "advanced" legacy
Bryant's loss of life also left followers to reckon in conjunction with his previous. In 2003, a Colorado girl alleged that Bryant raped her while he stayed at a spa sooner than knee surgical treatment. In response to court documents, examiners learned bruising on the girl's neck and tears in her vaginal wall.
The court case became a national legend and performed out in a messy model. The girl's identify used to be leaked at some level of the trial, no matter attempts by police to assign her anonymity. She used to be field to loss of life threats and at last dropped the case when she now no longer major to testify in court. The case used to be settled out of court in 2005 and Bryant later issued a commentary on the matter.
"Though I in actuality think this hit upon between us used to be consensual, I opinion now that she did now not and does no longer scrutinize this incident the connected manner I did," Bryant acknowledged on the time. "After months of reviewing discovery, listening to her attorney, and even her testimony in person, I now realize how she feels that she did now not consent to this hit upon."
Bryant misplaced all of his sponsors rather than Nike, and his recognition waned. Nonetheless, he continued taking part in basketball.
After the settling of the case, Bryant created his "Shadowy Mamba" persona, inspired by the film "Cancel Invoice," as a manner to shed his skin.
Kobe Bryant created the "Shadowy Mamba" alter ego after the 2003 rape allegations.
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"Your complete route of for me used to be making an try to settle out take care of this," Bryant told The Washington Put up's Kent Babb in 2018. "I wasn't going to be passive and let this thing appropriate swallow me up."
All over his existence, there used to be largely an absence of public reckoning with the allegations in opposition to Bryant. In loss of life, in the case of every write-up of Bryant's legacy incorporated the phrase "advanced."
The actress Evan Rachel Wood tweeted the day after Bryant's loss of life: "He used to be a sports hero. He used to be also a rapist. And all of these truths can exist simultaneously." She got right here under fire on Twitter and at last deleted the tweet.
While Bryant became an recommend for the WNBA and females's sports, cynics believed it used to be all fragment of an try to clean his previous — the legend-teller re-writing his bear legend.
ESPN's Sarah Spain wrote on the make of the allegations on Bryant's legacy and how Bryant will now by no manner in a position to manage with the matter:
"Imagine the objective he can also bear performed in redefining how followers, the media, and the general public, on the total, take care of sexual assault accusations if he had chosen to discuss out in regards to the case later in his existence ... We're left to grapple with the advanced legacy he leaves in the motivate of. To argue with one one other in regards to the equity of an simply retrospective. To exhaust for ourselves whether or no longer to be wakeful the person he used to be or appropriate the person we major him to be."
At Vice, Albert Burneko wrote a legend titled, "Kobe Bryant Was as soon as No Extra Inspiring Than Anyone Else," arguing that the phrase "advanced" is a step-around of the assault case.
"What the real fact of getting dedicated, or having credibly been accused of committing, sexual assault complicates for an acclaimed giant identify is the feelings ... of these who'd exhaust to head appropriate on celebrating him," Burneko wrote.
He continued:
"[Bryant] used to be also a immense and spectacular basketball participant, one in all the ideal stars in the history of the game, and a sturdy man who, in 2003 and on the height of his giant identify, used to be credibly accused of raping a 19-three hundred and sixty five days-outdated hotel worker after which refrained from a trial by leaking his accuser's identity and shaming her into silence. I assemble no longer think these items complicate every other, except you occur to think there's a deepest appropriate component to being appropriate at making contested leap-photographs."
Bryant by no manner spoke in regards to the case, most efficient the aftermath. In an interview with ESPN's Ramona Shelburne in 2016, he can also bear hinted at how he considered himself.
"It's essential to even bear gotten to achieve the real fact that we're human," he acknowledged. "All of us affirm s--- that we shouldn't affirm, we all make things we shouldn't make. All of us are angels, we're all devils.
"How will you realize that, rather than to achieve the real fact that we're all of this stuff?"
An incomplete existence
Kobe Bryant after his closing NBA sport in April 2016.
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Bryant, Gigi, John Altobelli, Keri Altobelli, Alyssa Altobelli, Sarah Chester, Peyton Chester, Christina Mauser, and the pilot, Ara Zobayan, left Santa Ana-John Wayne Airport for Camarillo Airport in Bryant's helicopter quickly after 9 A.M. on January 26.
The foggy circumstances in the Los Angeles residence had been so sinful that day that the Los Angeles Police Division had grounded its helicopters. Kurt Deetz, a helicopter pilot who had flown Bryant sooner than, told The Wall Freeway Journal's Ben Cohen and Erin Ailworth that just about all effective an skilled pilot would bear been allowed to hover in such circumstances.
About 10 minutes into the flight, air-visitors controllers ordered the helicopter to elevate because of one other one used to be landing within reach. The plane circled over Glendale for roughly 12 minutes sooner than getting "special visible flight tips" clearance to proceed in the foggy circumstances.
Round 9: 40 A.M., the helicopter changed its route for Thousand Oaks. In response to the Nationwide Transportation Security Board, the helicopter climbed to about 2,300 feet to steer clear of a cloud layer. It then began a descending left turn.
At around 9: 45, the helicopter crashed into a hill at about 1,700 feet. It used to be flying about 170 miles per hour and would bear weighed over 11,000 kilos. The NTSB acknowledged the helicopter ignored clearing a hilltop by about 20-30 feet.
The helicopter did now not bear a "dismal field," a instrument that records flight knowledge and cockpit audio, although investigators did acquire an iPad frail by Zobayan. The helicopter used to be also lacking abilities that could bear alerted Zobayan to the hill.
The cause in the motivate of the crash is peaceable under investigation.
Bryant's adoption of helicopters as a manner of transportation, in some techniques, encapsulated all that he used to be. It used to be flashy, it used to be convenient, it allowed him to maximize his time. In response to Babb, Bryant's helicopter, nicknamed the "Mamba Chopper," had even been painted dismal, with scales to explore cherish a snake.
"I had to settle out a manner the do I could also peaceable philosophize and focal level on the craft but peaceable no longer compromise family time," Bryant told Barstool Sports activities in 2018.
In response to a myth from Participants journal, Bryant and Vanessa had a pact no longer to trail in the helicopter together.
In an Instagram post on January 29, Vanessa wrote, "There are no longer sufficient words to describe our pain appropriate now.
"I recall comfort in vivid that Kobe and Gigi both knew that they had been so deeply liked. We had been so incredibly blessed to bear them in our lives. I wish they had been right here with us without a kill in sight. They had been our magnificent blessings taken from us too quickly."
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Bryant used to be 41. On the probabilities of existence after retirement, Bryant told McGrath in 2014: "Giorgio Armani did now not beginning Armani except he used to be forty. Forty! There could be this form of existence ahead."
An legit memorial for Bryant is deliberate for February 24 at Staples Center.
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Sweet Creature
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (plus platonic Ellie Williams x fem!reader)
Author’s note: holy shit thank you for your ideas this is my favorite. also i put it in the tags of darlin’ i’d wait for you BUT there is a beautiful easter egg in the baby’s first and middle name and the first person to tell me what it is gets a kiss on the mouth
Summary: “Helping one another is part of the religion of our sisterhood.” - Jo March, Little Women aka Ellie rescues you and Joel [1.3k]
Warnings: newborn DRAMA, post-partum anxiety if you squint, Joel being a softie for his daughters
"C'mon, Charlie girl, you've gotta help us out." You mumble as you bounce your crying baby around the room. It's been an hour of her crying nonstop, and you've tried everything. Nursing, changing her diaper, changing her clothes, burping, changing the room's temperature, and playing music. You even went as far as to check her for any injuries that you may have missed. You're not sure what kind of trouble your one-week-old could've gotten into to warrant an injury, but you're exhausted, and it seemed to make sense.
Joel woke up with her first, as he has done every night since you gave birth, so you had the chance to get some rest. Recovery has been rough for you, and he's already doing so much for you. He and Ellie barely let you get out of bed most days because they want to ensure you take the time to heal. Even though the thought is nice, you wake up and listen when Joel gets up with her every time. It's not that you don't trust him. It's that you're already the world's lightest sleeper, and Joel is deaf in one ear and is rarely aware of just how loud he is. You also don't mind secretly watching as he lays her on his bare chest in the low light of your room, singing to her or explaining what he's doing for her to engage her little brain. He's caught you staring at least twice since she's come home.
But tonight was different. She woke up crying and was pretty much inconsolable until Joel brought her over to you. She nursed for a minute or two before wrenching away from you and screaming. Since then, you and Joel have been taking turns trying to get her to go back to sleep. It's hard having a newborn with two capable parents. You have no idea how you had a baby as a single mom.
"D'you wanna try to feed her again?" Joel asks as he stands next to you, disheveled and overwhelmed but trying his best to comfort the both of you.
"I don't know," you shake your head, your throat starting to feel like sandpaper. You were always the more emotional person in your relationship, but postpartum emotions are nothing compared to your regular ones. "I don't know what's wrong." You cry. Joel touches your back and makes a sympathetic noise as tears fall down your face.
"Let me take her for a little bit so you can sit down, okay?" He suggests as he carefully takes Charlie from you. She chuffs at the transition before going right back to screaming her head off. You sit on the edge of the bed and watch as he holds her like a football and hums what sounds like Hank Williams to her. You'd be surprised if she could even hear him over her own crying, and you take a deep breath, racking your brain for what could be wrong.
"What are you doing to her?" Ellie asks as she walks into the room, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She's wearing one of Joel's shirts and hand-me-down shorts from Maria, and her hair is as messy as Joel's. If you weren't still crying, you think you'd probably laugh.
"She's just a little fussy. You can go back to bed." Joel says, but she shakes her head and walks over to where he's standing with Charlie.
"What's going on, bug? Huh?" She asks, crouching to look at Charlie's tired, sad eyes. She may have your eye shape, but she got those heartbreaking brown eyes from Joel. When she cries like this, they look like the saddest puppy dog eyes in the world. "D'you want me to try?" Ellie asks, and Joel shoots you a look.
You've been very intentional about not putting too much pressure on Ellie to help with the baby. She's sixteen, and she shouldn't have to be burdened with that if she doesn't have to be. You told her she could help as much or as little as she wanted, but she took it upon herself to help more often than not. You just didn't want her to wake up for midnight cry sessions or feel like she had to be put in a parenting position. She's still a kid.
"It's worth a shot," Joel says, and you shrug, way too tired to argue with him. He carefully passes Charlie to Ellie, who cradles her close and pushes her hair out of her face. Joel stays nearby in case she decides to hand the baby off, but he doesn't intrude on their moment.
"Hey, it's alright. You let it all out," Ellie says as she sways. Her fingers muss Charlie's hair, and she's quieting down. Not a lot, but enough to see it as crying instead of blood-curdling screaming. "I've got you, sweet girl." Ellie's hand moves to her chest, gently scratching and rubbing little circles into Charlie's onesie, and like magic, she stops crying. She turns her little head toward Ellie and yawns big and long like we kept her up. You sigh in relief and tip your head up to the ceiling as silence fills the room. Your ears are still ringing, and your body hurts, but it's quiet.
It would be easy to claim that Charlie calmed down because Ellie's wearing one of Joel's worn shirts or that she just finally hit a wall and fell asleep, but you like to think she was just missing her sister. Joel looks between Ellie and Charlie in disbelief, mumbling "shit" under his breath. "What can I say? She loves me." She shrugs, and you quietly laugh as she walks over to the rocking chair in the corner and curls up with Charlie. She snags the yellow blanket one of the older women in town knitted for you off the back of the chair and drapes it around them. You would think they've known each other for centuries.
Joel is still standing in the middle of the room, his curls a mess on top of his head, as his sleep-deprived brain tries to piece together what happened. He scratches at his stubbly jaw and shakes his head as he thinks. "You don't have to stay up with her. I can put her back in the crib." Joel offers, and you watch her hold on Charlie get a little tighter.
"It's gonna take me a long time to fall asleep. You guys should get some rest. I've got her," Ellie says, a smile pulling at her lips. "Besides, I like hanging out with her." You would cry again if you had the energy, but you don't. Instead, you crawl back into bed and get comfortable. Joel looks to you for confirmation, always looking for your approval as the mother of his child before making any decisions, but you're already half-asleep again.
"If she's volunteering, I'm not gonna stop her," you mumble into your pillow. "Just don't fall asleep."
"Sir, yes, sir," Ellie says. They may have stayed up talking. You're not sure, but when you wake up, Ellie is between you and Joel in bed, and Charlie is in her crib. She's tucked under the arm Joel is using to hold your waist as he sleeps, and her hand is on his chest. He's snoring lightly as he holds you both, perfectly content to cuddle with his girls in bed. You smile and kiss each of their heads before falling asleep again.
You vaguely remember fearing how the new baby would affect Joel and Ellie's relationship and worrying if Ellie and the baby would get along. You don't know exactly why Charlie was crying last night or why she calmed down so fast once Ellie had her, and you don't need to.
Sometimes a girl just needs her sister.
Sometimes a father just needs to baby his sixteen-year-old a little longer.
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Dancing Barefoot
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Author’s note: this was slightly self-indulgent because Patti Smith is my personal god also baby Miller should be arriving in the next fic but this idea was stuck in my head and I HAD to write it
Summary: “I’ll never finish falling in love with you.” - Nicole Williams, Collared aka Joel helps you and the baby sleep ~800 words
Warnings: a little bittersweet, talks of Janey girl and Sarah bear, brief brief brief mention of a strained parent/child relationship, pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff
The moonlight streams from the windows, and the birds chirp sleepily outside. Ellie is safe in her bed, and Joel is lying on his right side beside you, occasionally mumbling something you never quite catch. You should be asleep. The baby should be asleep; instead, they're using you as their punching bag. You've been tossing and turning for thirty minutes, making the baby toss and turn just as much. You sigh and rub your face like it will be enough to soothe you and the baby to sleep.
"Can't sleep?" Joel mumbles, and you look at his back. You didn't even know he was awake, but you nod at the ceiling.
"Your kid is doing laps."
"Why is it my kid when he's misbehaving?" He asks as he turns to face you. His hair is a mess, and his eyes are heavy with sleep, but his hand still manages to find your bump in the dark. "Let your mama sleep." He says, poking at your stomach.
"I don't think poking our baby in the face is going to get them to sleep," you say, and he hums, half-asleep. You run your fingers through his curls and smile when he cuddles closer to you. "I think they want a song."
"The baby wants a song, or you want a song?"
"Both." You say. You catch the pull of his lips in the moonlight before he kisses your temple. He sighs as he gets out of bed and grabs his guitar from the corner. He perches on the edge of your bed shirtless, his silver scars on display without shame, and you remember each story associated with them— ghosts of the people you were before baby bumps and shared last names.
"What d'you want to hear?" He asks, strumming a few times to check the tuning.
"Do you know any Patti Smith?" You ask, and he turns to give you a look. "What? I had a life before you." He chuckles, and you lean against your headboard, hands resting on your swollen belly. He looks at the frets like they're an equation for a few slow moments before the familiar ballad fills the space. You smile as he quietly sings the words, mouthing them as he goes.
Little Miller seems to realize their dad is singing because you feel them move in time with the strums. If this kid loves music already, we're going to need more records, you think. You imagine little hands reaching for the guitar as Ellie or Joel play, adding their own dissonant sound to the song previously being played. Maybe you could hire someone in town to make tiny instruments for them to play with once they're big enough. The idea of a little jam circle with Ellie, Joel, and the baby makes your heart sing. As the song ends, Joel looks at you expectantly, his dark brown eyes meeting yours. The tiny heartbeat under your ribs has settled, only occasionally kicking to let you know they're still alive.
"Like clockwork," you say, and he smiles, gently placing the guitar back in its corner. "As judgy as you were with my request, you pulled that out pretty fast."
"I had a life before you," he echoes, and you roll your eyes as he slides back into bed with you. "Sarah didn't like most of the music I played in the truck, but she liked Patti."
"Smart girl."
"What music did Jane like?" He asks, and the way he says her name makes you want to cry. He says it as if it were holy and sacred because it always will be to you. You smile and cuddle close to him. His arms envelop you in warmth, and his smell surrounds you, and you feel safe.
"She was an old soul. She liked ABBA, Fleetwood Mac, and Janis Joplin. I'm convinced we played the Pearl album more than any other person on the planet," you say, kissing his shoulder. "Thank you for always asking about her."
"I like hearing about her," he says as if he were pointing out constellations— easy and undeniable. Her dad didn't even want to hear about her, and now this man who had never met her asks about her because you loved her. Because you still love her, and he loves you. This time, you do cry. You blame it on pregnancy hormones and a lack of sleep, but Joel knows it's something more. He kisses your tears away and rubs soothing circles into your back. "She'll always have a place in our home, d'you hear me?" He asks softly, and you nod.
You fall asleep in his arms that night and almost every night, but this time you dream of little feet standing on your kitchen table, dancing along to Janis Joplin's crooning. You dream of teasing Jane's hair to match Stevie Nicks’ on the cover of her Bella Donna album. You dream of the day she came home, suddenly detesting ballet and wanting to take drum lessons instead. Something tells you she left some of her rockstar energy with you, and the new baby is taking it all in— pieces of her left in so much more than just your memory now.
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Graceland Too
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (plus platonic Ellie Williams x fem!reader)
Author’s note: okay but I kinda want to write this into a series (gif by @loregifs)
Summary: “I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.” - Seventy Years of Sleep #4. nikka ursula aka Miller/Williams family time plus one [1.1k]
Warnings: Pregnancy talk, tooth rotting fluff, can be read as an additional part to What Sarah Said and Sweet Jane but can also be read as a stand-alone, that’s all
"How's are the Miller's doing today?" He asks as he walks into your shared room. You're laid on your side, counting baby kicks obsessively and trying not to fall asleep. It's still the middle of the day, and your sleep is already fucked. Rest has not gotten easier as the weeks have passed, but it feels especially impossible now at thirty-four weeks.
It's been a relatively normal pregnancy. Your morning sickness returned with a vengeance and got so bad that you had to go to the hospital to get fluids because you were throwing up so much. It's subsided a little in your second and third trimesters, but even the slightest smell can make you nauseous for the rest of the day. Poor Joel had to switch soaps three times before finding something that didn't agitate either of you. These days, you're exhausted, sore, and ready not to be pregnant anymore.
"This one," you point to your swollen stomach. "Has been kicking my ass all day. I barely got out of bed before I had to lie back down." You sigh. Joel kisses you before leaning down and kissing your belly.
"You be nice to your mama," he says, and you laugh when the baby kicks in defiance. You grab his hand and place it where you just felt them, and he smiles when the baby kicks at him, too. "Stubborn."
"Wonder where they get it from." You hum, and he smiles. For a while, you two lay together, feeling for tiny movements as the sun shines high in the sky. He lights up each time the baby moves against his hand, which is more than enough to tolerate the constant kicks in your ribs. He loves this baby so much already.
"You're in the home stretch now," he says. "Any last guesses on what you think it'll be?"
"I still think it's a girl. I'd be shocked if we had a boy."
"I think it's a boy."
"Because you want a boy or because you actually think it's a boy?"
"Excuse me, I do think it's a boy, and I'd be just as happy if we had a girl," he says as he runs his hand over the hill of your belly. "You're carrying lower. My mama always used to say that was a good way to tell what someone was having."
"Alright, I'll let you have it. Ellie thinks it's a boy, too. She said she just felt it," you look down and poke at your stomach. "Whoever you end up being, can you come out soon? I'm tired."
"Couple more weeks."
"Easy for you to say."
"That's true," he says as you push the hair out of his eyes. "D'you think we're ready?"
"I think it's a little late to ask that, cowboy," you laugh, and he rolls his eyes. "But, yes, I think we're ready." You, Ellie, and Joel spent weeks converting one of the old rooms in the house into a nursery. At first, they were fine with you helping, but as the weeks passed and you got bigger, they put their foot down. Even if you picked up an empty box or a paintbrush, Ellie would yell from the other side of the room and take it from your hands. When they painted, they barely let you in the house because they thought the fumes would harm you and the baby. You've had to remind them that you've been the one to save their asses multiple times, and you can still do things even though you're pregnant, but you might as well have been talking to a brick wall.
Joel and Ellie built most of the nursery together— everything from the crib to the rocking chair to the space mobile hanging from the ceiling. They painted the walls a pretty yellow, making the dusty, old room fit for the newest Miller. They painted a growth chart by the door and even marked their own heights and ages in pencil on the wall. You came in when you heard them giggling, and then they insisted on marking how far your bump came out on the wall, too. You couldn't say no when they looked at you with those stupid grins and big eyes. Ellie took a polaroid of you standing in front of the chart as Joel pressed a paint-stained hand to your stomach and kissed you.
Seeing her so excited about the new baby made both of you feel so much better. She's talked nonstop about everything she wants to do with the baby pretty much since she found out you were pregnant. You were unsure how she would react since she's been your only priority for years now, and she's getting older, but she's ecstatic. She held your hair when you woke up throwing up, and Joel was on patrol. She made you soup and reminded you to take the way-too-expensive prenatal vitamins. She even learned to play lullabies on her guitar to sing to the new baby. She'd be a great mom.
"I'm so excited to meet them," Joel says softly, and you smile.
"Me too," You say. You lean in to kiss him and barely graze his lips when the baby kicks in Joel's direction. You try to ignore it and kiss him again when they do it again. They kick you hard enough that Joel feels the baby's foot against his hand, and you both laugh. "I can't believe we're getting cockblocked by a fetus."
"How do you think you got here?" Joel asks loudly, looking down at your stomach.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ellie asks as she walks into your room, and you laugh.
"Every time I try to kiss Joel, the baby kicks at him," you say. She gives you that classic Ellie stink face, and you hold out your hand. "C'mere." You urge. She hesitates before walking over to your side of the bed. You take her hand and let her feel the baby's movements, making her smile.
"That's so weird," she says but doesn't move her hand. She lingers, having a semi-private moment with the baby as they turn and wiggle against each of their hands. They are moving back and forth between Joel and Ellie, like they can't decide who they want to hang out with, but they want to be involved. Ellie crouches down next to the bed, resting her chin on her hand, and Joel traces little patterns into the fabric of your shirt. Slowly, the baby settles down and falls asleep, their movements less crazy but still sporadic.
Ellie and Joel come to the same conclusion but don't move. They stay there with you and the baby as the day rages on outside. Let it rage, you think. I have everything I need right here.
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I present more Joel Miller headcanons: Pre-Outbreak Edition
Author’s note: that ask about preoutbreak!Joel got me thinkin 🤔 (gif by @userpascals)
Oh my god he’s so soft
He definitely went to Mommy and Me playtimes with Sarah after her mom left to try to make friends and all the moms couldn’t stop talking about the young hot dad
Got into contracting because his dad owned the business and let him come on as a partner when Sarah’s mom got pregnant
Tommy definitely moves in with Joel once he returns from Desert Storm and helps Joel raise Sarah (even though he’s still a kid himself)
Joel is a Worrier™️. Every time Sarah would lose a little bit of weight or fall behind on a milestone, he would be rushing to call her pediatrician or his mom to make sure he didn’t accidentally break his daughter
Have you seen that TikTok of the baby laying on his dad’s guitar? I totally think Joel would’ve played guitar and sang for Sarah on nights when she couldn’t sleep
There’s a great picture Tommy took floating around somewhere in Austin of a three-month old Sarah reaching for Joel’s guitar while he looks down at her and sings. He looks so tired and his hair is a mess and there’s spit up on his shirt but his eyes are so bright and happy
Her favorite song was Delta Dawn by Tanya Tucker and Joel could probably play it with his eyes closed
Joel would totally be the dad to carry his baby around in a Baby Bjorne so he can have free hands. Sarah loved it so much that when she outgrew it, they both had trouble adjusting
Sarah loves going to the zoo so much as a toddler that one year Joel splurges and gets them season passes
They end up in the butterfly sanctuary or the aquarium for HOURS every weekend
That girl ADORES her dad and uncle like those men are her whole world
Sarah takes her first steps in the kitchen because Joel put her down and she was DETERMINED to make it known how much she wanted to be held (yes, Joel cried)
Her first word is Dada (yes, Joel cried)
On her first day of kindergarten, Sarah had no problems walking right into school with her huge looking backpack but Joel was the one who lingered in the doorway, watching his little girl go and make friends on her own for the first time ever (yes, Joel cried)
He really tries not to work so much but life and bills get in the way so he works more than he wants to but he still manages to rent the newest Disney movie from Blockbuster when it comes out
That man would be so Southern holy shit
His mama raised him to be a polite gentleman and he tries to raise Sarah with the same manners
He would also be the type of Texan who calls everyone pet names. He uses pretty much all of them: mama, honey, sweetheart, darlin’, etc, but baby girl is reserved for Sarah
During Fair Week when Sarah gets out of school, Joel, Tommy, and Sarah load into the truck and go to the county fair
Same thing for Fiesta in San Antonio. It’s a long drive but he justifies it because he gets to spend time with his family
When he gets jobs out in Lockhart or Ottine, he always stops by Buc-ee’s to get Sarah a new shirt
There was one point where Joel Miller was punctual but after Sarah was born, he’s always late
He’s always the last one into PTA meetings, parent-teacher conference, and whatever else but the important thing is that he’s there
As Sarah gets older, he would reach out to her mom every so often, half-hoping she would want to know about Sarah, but never gets a response
They definitely do matching Halloween costumes for as long as she lets him get away with it
Her first Halloween, Joel was a fireman and Sarah was a Dalmatian
Every Christmas season, they go out to the Miller family ranch in West Texas and spend time together. It’s not a lot of property and the house is older than Joel but it’s cozy and Sarah loves it
Joel often feels like he doesn’t know what he’s doing when it comes to raising Sarah but when she brings home a class assignment for him to hang on the fridge, he cries again
Sarah had to write about heroes. Her class had been learning about firefighters, doctors, and nurses and the kids got to pick anyone and write about why they’re heroes. Some kids picked Spider-Man or their dogs or even the school crossing guard, Mrs. Quintanilla, but Sarah picked her dad
“My dad is my hero because he works very hard! He helps fix people’s houses and gives them safe homes to live in. I love my dad because he is my best friend and he takes care of me and sings to me. That is why my dad is my hero,” her scribbly second grade handwriting is transcribed by her teacher on her paper
He hugged Sarah tight and left it on the fridge for a year before carefully tucking it away in a memory box to look at for when he feels down
Being a single parent is tough but Sarah makes it all worth it
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Playing around with canva 🤠
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