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agendabymooner · 5 months

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the little schuminis || ms47 fic

dad!mick schumacher x mom!ofc

EXTENSION TO SHE’S EVERYTHING… AND HE’S JUST MICK! (SMAU) + MICK, MULTIPLIED (SNAPSHOT)

Summary: Barbie Schumacher was the best mother there is to Mick’s little carbon copies. OR four times when Mick showed his devotion for his kids, and the one time his devotion paid off.

Content warning: Made this in about an hour— did not proofread this but I love it bc F1 driver with kids, All around fluff, Mick issa good dad, Michael Schumacher and Sebastian Vettel being wingmen to their kids (Barbie and Mick), Michael’s clowning his own son, many Schumacher kids

Note: @avaleineandafryingpan I know this isn’t much but I hope you love this request babygorl 😭😭🫶 my heart beats for you fr. Enjoy some dad!Mick content xx

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i. the time with minna schumacher’s late night wake up call

Shrill cries of a newborn love was equal to the agony that Barbie Schumacher — formerly Blanco Vettel — felt as she groaned quietly. 3 AM never felt this awful until her firstborn child reached her teething stage, and all Barbie wanted to do was cry like her daughter was doing in her nursery now.

Perhaps it wasn’t ideal to have a baby at the age of 27. Many people told her that her spouse wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment— that he was still on the peak of his career as a formula one driver.

And Mick was in the midst of a season when Minna Elisa Schumacher was born. Being away from her for far TOO long was something he didn’t want, but he was forced to leave as soon as Minna reached her 47th hour of her life. Mick never hated something this much until his career made him choose.

Barbie grumbled as she reached for her nightgown and slipped it on, only for a large hand to pull her back to the mattress as the German man murmured, “I’ll get her, liebling.”

“Mick…” Barbie hadn’t really wanted to make him get up, seeing as he just arrived four hours ago after his triple header.

“‘s okay, I’ll get Minna,” he muttered, reaching out to kiss his wife’s forehead. “Just go get settled down and you can feed her here.”

The blond man had immediately found Minna crying in her crib as he cradled her, heading downstairs to grab some iced teether to help soothe her gums. “Shh,” he shushed her gently, the baby’s cry subsiding immediately as she sucked on the teether. “You hungry, liebe? Or ‘s it just your gums?”

“We have to stop waking your mom up at such an early time, Minnie baby,” he sighed, rocking her in his arms as they made their way back up to the bedroom. “She’s been awake all the time— she works too hard for us.”

“She’s amazing, no?” Mick asked his daughter as if she could understand every single word he was saying.

“Ma…” Minna mumbled regardless, clinging to his arms as Mick grinned tiredly.

“Yeah, I know,” Mick nodded. “She’s working too hard, Minna. I’m glad she’s here to see you grow like this, liebe.”

“Talking to Minna again, Schums?” A soft voice reached his ears as Mick looked back at his wife, who had her back against the headboard as she smiled tiredly and extended her arms.

“Of course, Barbie,” Mick chuckled. “She’s got to learn her words, one of these days.”

“No need to lecture her though,” Barbie told him. But it wasn’t anything that she didn’t appreciate; she always liked it when Mick talked to their child like Minna understood everything. He had been doing this since Barbie fell pregnant with the girl— he’d often crouch down or lay next to her bulging stomach to speak to the growing baby inside of her.

It showed Barbie that Mick was a committed father. It showed that regardless of his situation as a busy driver, he always saw his family as his number one priority. Perhaps that was why Barbie loved Mick so much.

ii. the time with gisela schumacher’s first ballet show

Gisela Belle Schumacher’s first little ballerina performance was happening in the program facility and everyone made sure to show up.

By everyone, I mean Barbie’s family, the Vettels, and Gisela’s (or Gigi) aunt Gina, Pippa Michael and Nina Corinna. The two year old was excited to show everyone what she practiced with Madame Pinault throughout her three months of being at the class.

She was the tiniest girl out of the group, with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair making her stand out in comparison to her peers’ darker tones of hair. The Schumachers and Vettels knew which one to look out for while they waited at the auditorium.

Barbie peered down at her phone and sighed quietly. Mick wasn’t here yet. Stupid flight of his.

At Gigi’s age, she couldn’t easily grasp the concept of people not being able to make it to certain events at the right time. All she knew was that she was going to show her Dada how she could balance on her tiptoes without a problem.

And of course, Mick couldn’t find himself to break her heart like that. And so, after the Brazilian GP, he took the fastest flight back to Lausanne.

And there he was, rushing inside the auditorium with the biggest bouquet for the littlest girl.

Minna’s announcement led the families to look at him as Mick kissed Barbie’s lips and Minna’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Mick apologized, “the baggage claim took longer than expected.”

“She hasn’t gone out yet,” Barbie laughed quietly, mindlessly caressing Minna’s blonde hair as she continued to speak, “glad to see you back from the race in one piece, though. With the biggest flowers too.”

Later after the performance, Gigi ran around the Schumacher home with the bouquet bragging about the flowers her Dada had given her. Barbie laughed at the sight of the girl— she was too adorable.

Mick laughed along, as he knew that he’d be more than happy to come carrying the biggest flowers for his girl— even after the longest double header he’s had. After all, nothing can stop him from being the best father to his children.

iii. the time with mika schumacher’s birthday party

“Who decided that setting up a pet display should be this fuc—“

“Mick, watch your words.”

“Sorry, Dad.”

“Stop going crazy,” Michael said with a frown, throwing the small giraffe plushie at the direction of his son, to which Mick reacted with an ‘Ow!’ after being hit in the face. “This isn’t the first birthday party you’ve handled.”

“Well this is the first one where ‘pet adoptions’ are a thing,” Mick gestured at the safari animal plushies at hand. “I don’t know what came up to Gina thinking it’s easy to find bulk plushies, but this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done— and I have three kids, Dad!”

“Because you can’t control yourself,” Michael mumbled, making Mick glare at him. Michael shrugged, “Am I incorrect?”

Mick couldn’t even find himself to argue with his dad. Six years into the marriage, and he and Barbie already had three kids under seven.

“I’m just so used to the girls wanting princesses and all of that,” Mick pouted lightly.

Michael sighed, “Well, now you have Mika— think of him as you. What did you like when you’re a kid? Put yourself in his shoes. Don’t tell me you’re having an existential crisis three kids into marriage? I’m actually gonna be disappointed if you didn’t think that before you had the kids— you’ve been a driver for years!”

“How can you find a time to joke about it,” Mick sighed exasperatedly. “I don’t even know why I’m here being an ass about my kid’s birthday party.”

“Because,” Michael told him with a purse of his lips, “you’ve never had a son before— that’s why you’re stressing out about messing up.”

“I struggled with you for a good while,” Michael shrugged nonchalantly, “Gina was into princesses and pink ponies. You were a boy— I didn’t know what baby boys liked. But I was a racer, that’s why I didn’t have any questions— I still hesitated though because you might like something else and I have to be aware of it.”

“From what I can tell, you’re doing an alright job so far,” Michael smiled at Mick, patting him on the shoulder. “Miki’s been a happy child. That’s what matters, no?”

“So pick up your sad face and put those plushies up,” Michael said.

A delighted scream came from inside the house as the year old boy escaped from Kimi Vettel’s chasing, giggling as Mika Sebastian Schumacher ran as much as his little legs could handle.

Eventually he found himself in the arms of Mick as Mika hid from his Uncle Kimi.

“Da!” Mika screamed delightfully, kicking his legs when Kimi Vettel began tickling the boy.

Mick and Michael exchanged grins.

Yeah, Mick would continue to put these plushies up if it meant that he’s making his son happy.

iv. the time with michael ‘mikey’ schumacher’s introduction to the world

Michael Senna, or Mikey, Schumacher was born sixteen hours ago, his tiny body was proof that he was so much like his mother. Yet despite the smallness of his, his facial features and expressions of contentment showed that he was his father’s son.

Another Mick Schumacher had been born into the world, and Barbie and Mick (alongside their family in Switzerland) welcomed him with open arms.

And no one was more than excited than the newborn’s namesake, his Pippa Michael, and Sebastian Vettel when meeting the little boy. In fact, they raced through the hospital as soon as they heard that Barbie, Sebastian’s adoptive daughter, had given birth to Mick’s second son.

Michael was more than happy to meet the boy— just as he was excited to meet his other grandchildren— but to meet little Mikey Schumacher was a moment to remember for everyone. Because that was also the time when Mick announced that…

“I’m retiring,” both Seb and Michael looked at the man with surprised expressions as if they wondered if they heard him right.

Mick explained, “I feel like I’ve lost a lot of time with the kids because I’ve been racing. The kids obviously don’t know how much time I’ve lost because they’re young but… I do. Barbie does.

“It took me a good while to understand what Mika loved— it took me a while to learn how to keep Gigi from having flyaways in her hair during her ballet classes— or how Minnie managed to handle her equestrian routine without Gina or Mom.

“I’ve lost a lot of time,” he said with a small chuckle and a shake of his head. Mick then gestured at Mikey, who remained peacefully sleeping in Michael’s arms as he said, “And with Mikey, I think I can’t afford to do that anymore. I’m okay with one championship only.”

Sebastian broke the silence after, “I’m proud of you Mick,” he smiled softly before reaching out to hug his in-law. “Look at how far Barbie and you’ve come.”

“Back then we had to goad him to ask Barbie on a date,” Michael chuckled quietly.

“It took us eight years,” Sebastian joked.

“Or nine,” Michael snorted.

“We’re still here,” Barbie mumbled in her sleep, “stop making jokes about it.”

“Still,” Michael said, “we’re very happy for you and Barbie, son.”

“This is where your life begins,” Sebastian nodded, “all you need to do is to tell everyone about your commitments and devotion for your children and wife.”

i. the time mick’s devotion paid off

Being a retired driver felt great. It wasn’t everyday Mick got to say that— and now he had every chance to.

Barbie’s family restaurant in Lausanne, one that she named SV et Blanco, had been built years ago— it was the Vettels and Schumachers’ pride. After she graduated from culinary school, Barbie worked as a chef in nearby restaurants before eventually deciding that she wanted a place where family could start their traditions through countless dishes and desserts to try.

Needless to say, it became a local and even international favourite. Many tourists in Switzerland would try to stop by Lausanne just to get a taste of Kimi Vettel’s favourite spinach and egg soufflé.

And now, SV et Blanco became a place for the Schumachers to spend their time during the Friday afternoons after Minna and Gigi’s classes. Mick would always pick up his daughters with Mika and ten month old Mikey on their car seats.

And after that, he’d come dropping by the restaurant. With Mika on his pram and Mikey on his back carrier, he led the kids into the restaurant as they found their mother making her rounds around the place.

“Mama!” Minna exclaimed before she and Gigi ran towards Barbie, hugging her around the legs.

“Oh, excuse me,” Barbie smiled at the guests before she crouched down to hug her girls. “Gigi, Minnie— hello! How’s school!”

“School is good, Mama!” Gigi grinned. “I got star for writing!”

“That right? Good job, Gigi,” Barbie grinned. “And you, Minnie? How is your school?”

“Okay! I want soufflé though!” The eldest Schumacher pouted lightly. “I wanna see Pippa and Nina!”

“Pippa and Nina! And Sebby— and Mamma Bel!” Mika shouted from his pram.

Barbie giggled lightly before looking up at her husband, “And…? How’s Dada, kids?”

“Dada’s not that busy,” Mick giggled, “hungry for some soufflé though— Minna’s right.”

“Well,” Barbie clapped her hands before standing up, “it’s a good thing it’s our everyday special.”

“Great,” Mick joked. “Otherwise we traveled to Lausanne for nothing.”

Barbie rolled her eyes playfully.

It was a good thing Mick’s devotion and commitment for his kids were paying off. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be the retired father that he is now— his kids wouldn’t be adoring their mother as much as Mick did back when they were teenagers and secretly in love.

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thezombieprostitute · 3 months

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Dream Come True - Part 3

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

Warnings: Violence mentioned and referenced, not written. Insecure reader. Bullying with an emphasis on fat shaming. Please let me know if I miss any!

Part 2 -- Part 4

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Ransom was not having a good day. Truth be told, he hadn't had a good day since Steve punched his stomach over a week ago. The writer's block had hit harder than usual. Many applicants for the Assistant position were garbage, completely upsetting his idea that you just needed to google the right answers.

He was starting to realize that Fatso, as he had taken to calling her in his head, was able to help him through his writing blocks because she had the context of the other questions, some rough draft information, and she'd include ways to use her research into the story. Maybe he just needed to actually hire someone from the "competent" file and try from there?

Problem was, time was an issue. His writer's block had kicked in hard and his publisher was getting more impatient about updates. He spent so much time just staring at his computer.

He was startled out of his contemplation by a phone call. If it was his publisher he'd just ignore it but the Caller ID showed "Steve Rogers".

Ransom answered, "Rogers! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Where the hell are you Drysdale?" Steve was quiet growling into the phone. Indicating he was around others.

"What do you mean?"

"The damned Stark party? Raising funds for Rhodes's campaign?!" Ransom could swear he heard Steve's teeth grinding. "You're supposed to be here chatting with Mrs. Devereaux. Buttering her up to at least not donate to Wilford?!"

"Shit," Ransom jumped up and ran towards his closet. "Tell her I'll be there in 20 minutes. If she needs an excuse, I was writing up a storm. I'll make it up to her by naming a character after her or something."

"Just. Get. Here." Steve hung up.

Yeah, Ransom was not having a good day.

Your life was returning to some sense of normalcy. The crutches were a pain but, thankfully, you didn't have a lot of places to go. You wanted to get back to working as quickly as you could, if only to feel like you were actually earning some of the money you'd been given.

But you'd kept your promise to be safe, and allow yourself to heal. You did your best to keep within the movement restrictions you were given. Part of you was still waiting for that hospital bill. Yes, Curtis, Dr. Beck, even Jake and Jefferson all said it was taken care of but part of you still waited for that dreaded notice of nonpayment.

Thankfully the cybercafe wasn't too far and you were able to convince the J's (as they told you to call them) that it was the perfect distance for your needed exercise and movement and you'd sit at the cafe long enough to rest for the return trip. You were happy to get back to tutoring the girls in the afternoons. Your mornings were spent applying for other jobs.

One morning your applications were interrupted by Jake.

"Hey, Y/N, this is Hal," Jake gestured to the handsome, shirt-haired man, wearing a too small shirt, next to him. "He's here to work with you towards getting his GED.”

"Oh, yes," you perk up. "Curtis mentioned another possible student." You reach out your hand and Hal, grinning even wider, shakes it.

"It's mighty kind of you to agree to this," he began. "I've been meaning to fill in that gap on my resume for some time.”

"Well I'm happy to help you with that. Please, have a seat so we can get started?”

Hal pulls out the nearest chair and turns it so that he sits on it backwards, his muscly arms resting on the back of the chair.

"So, is this a time that works for you," you ask. "I've got a pretty open schedule so your time preferences are get priority.”

"Well," he hesitates, "my schedule is pretty all-over-the-place. Is there any chance we could take it a week at a time?”

"Sure," you affirm. "As long as you give me notice so I'm not sitting here doing nothing.”

"Yes, ma'am," Hal nods. "I'm not in the habit of leaving pretty girls wanting." He gives a wink but you drop your eyes and sigh.

"Hal," you scold. "I'm going to guess you're the type to hit on anything that breathes?”

Clearly taken aback by your tone Hal straightens in his seat. "No," he denies. "Maybe. I swear I was just trying to compliment you.”

You pause your comeback and take a deep breath instead. "I suppose there is a difference," you concede. “Just please be careful with both of those around me. I am not a "pretty girl" and I do not appreciate being addressed as such.”

Hal's eyebrows furrow in confusion so you continue, "let's just keep the compliments related to our work? Please? I'd always prefer being smart or nice to being pretty." You give him a small smile and he visibly relaxes.

"Sure thing, Teach," he says. "So, where should we start?”

Curtis was cleaning up the interrogation room after Barnes and Fowler's latest “message” to Rumlow’s crew. They had already taken the body to drop it off on Rumlow's front door, Curtis would make sure all evidence was removed from the room. It was ugly work but maybe, just maybe, Rumlow would stop trying to push his drugs and thugs in their territory.

He was finishing up when he got a text from Jefferson saying Hal’s first session went well. He normally doesn't need these kinds of updates from the legitimate side of things but he found himself rather invested in your progress. You were unusual. A puzzle he wanted to figure out.

Or so he kept telling himself to explain why he was thinking about you so much. You’d shown yourself to be sweet and patient with others but he remembers the fire with which you spoke to him. He almost felt like a moth drawn to your light but he had to keep himself in check. For now it was enough to know you were doing well and helping his family.

At least until he got the follow up text from Jefferson saying, “Ran is looking for Teach. Ok to share info?”

Curtis felt his jaw tighten. The pompous ass had fired someone for taking a bullet. He didn't want him anywhere near you. He was sure you wouldn't want to see Ransom, either. Jake had told him you'd blocked your former boss’s number and his emails would go straight to spam. He texted back a simple “no.” Let the asshole suffer.

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katsu28 · 10 months

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hi darling what about spider flower w rooster 🫡 xo @familyvideostevie

hi baby thank u for this request u are my angel <3

spider flower: a joke about getting eloped turning serious, bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader, 1k

You weren’t exactly sure how the topic of marriage came up tonight. Maybe it was the effect of the wine, maybe it was the sheer bliss of being snuggled up in your boyfriend’s arms on the couch. Maybe it was the romcom you’d mindlessly turned on but neither of you were really paying attention to. Maybe it was the fact that right here, right now, with Bradley, you could see your whole future laid out in front of you.

Your relationship wasn’t new by any means, but still seemed ages away from even thinking about getting married. Not that it stopped you from thinking about it. In fact, you thought about it a lot.

Every time he brought you coffee and croissants when he came home from his morning run, the thought of weekend breakfasts and lounging around in bed with him crossed your mind. Whenever he burst through the door after work with a loud “Honey I’m home!!!”, you felt a warmth bloom in your chest at the prospect of possibly hearing it for the rest of your life. Every time you bumped elbows while brushing your teeth at the sink and he tried to kiss you with toothpaste still in his mouth, you thought about forever and ever with the love of your life.

So yeah, you thought about it often. You just didn’t know that Bradley had been too.

“Why would the bride say she was okay with the flower arrangement her mom chose when she really wasn’t?” Bradley wondered out loud, more to himself than anything. He was squinting at the screen all confused when you looked up at him, pinched brow almost comical had his question not been entirely serious.

“Sometimes it’s just easier to let your mom have her way than go against her.” You replied. You understood the complications of mothers and daughters far too well.

“But it’s your wedding day, you should be able to have a say in what you want or don’t want.”

“Maybe it’s not that simple?”

“Wedding planning seems too stressful.” Bradley sighed, rubbing an idle hand down your arm. "We should just elope when the time comes for us.” He chuckled at his own joke and went back to watching the movie like he hadn’t just dropped a massive bomb on the conversation.

Those words lit a spark in you that you didn’t know was there and you sat up, letting the blanket fall from around your shoulders as you turned to face him. This was by far your favorite version of him, soft and sweet and relaxed and yours. It was a side of Bradley only you got to see, one that only made an appearance every time he stepped through the door of your shared home. He wasn’t Lieutenant Bradshaw, he wasn’t Rooster, he was just…Bradley. Your Bradley.

You wanted this Bradley and every other version of him forever. You’d known that long ago, probably since your first date, when he showed up at your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and no way of knowing he’d randomly picked the perfect type.

He just tilted his head at you, brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“Why not do it now?”

“Do what?”

“Elope. Get married. Right now.”

“Are you—are you serious?”

“Were you not?”

“No, no, I was. I am.” He insisted, propping himself up on the cushions. His mustache twitched the way it always did when he was fighting a smile as he reached for your hand. “I just…I didn’t think you wanted to get married so soon. Or like, at all. Is that stupid to say?”

You shook your head profusely. “Not stupid at all. We’ve never really talked about marriage and shit, you’re right. But I gotta tell you, I think about marrying you all the time.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “Really.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” He said softly, bringing your hand up to his face and kissing your palm. “Tomorrow morning, first thing. I think we just need some paperwork and we should be all set. I’ll take care of all of it.”

“We’re getting married?” You could barely contain the grin bursting its way across your face at the idea of it all.

“We’re getting married, sweetheart!” He echoed. You let out a noise you could only describe as one of pure joy, flinging your arms around his neck. He caught you against his chest with ease, pressing his lips against yours in the sweetest of kisses that you reciprocated immediately.

You were ready for your happy ever after with the love of your life.

That was how you ended up at the courthouse the next morning, hand in hand with your soon to be husband as you waited to be called to go before the judge. Bradley’s thumb rounded out circles against the top of your hand, but it did nothing to soothe your jumpy nerves.

You’d get holy hell from your family for eloping, you were sure of it, but you didn’t care. All you needed was Bradley and you’d be just fine in life. That much you knew.

“Hey,” He murmured, knocking his knee against yours. You pried your gaze from the marble floor to meet his reassuring one. “You okay? Got quiet on me there.” You managed a small nod. “We don’t have to do this right now. I promise I won’t be offended if you don’t wanna.”

“No,” you shook your head. “No. We’re doing this. I want to do this, I wanna marry you. I want to be your wife.”

Bradley let out a whistle, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. “My wife. Man, that sounds too good to be true. Can hardly even believe it. You…my wife.”

“You better believe it, Bradshaw.”

“I love you.” He said, so simple and so sweet like he was saying ‘I am alive’.

And in a way, it was true. Loving and being loved by Bradley Bradshaw felt like being alive in every single aspect of the word. It was thrilling and comforting and exciting and relaxing, all wrapped up into one.

Then someone called your names from inside the courtroom, and you grinned at him, squeezing his hand tightly once more before standing.

“Let’s do this?”

“Let’s fucking do this.”

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doxypsychlean · 2 years

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Hi <3

I loved everything you wrote about Aegon. Could you please write some oneshot/headcanons (you decide) in wich Reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter and Aegon always loved her since childhood but they had a enemies to lovers relationship (she is a girl just like Arya/Lyanna personality and is always teasing him). But in episode 8, she is bethroed to Aemond and he needs to say to her his feelings. You can decide the ending, thank you :)

(Sorry my bad english :/)

Quick up 📅 - I kinda forgot abt the part where she's Rhaenyra's kid. It may have slipped my mind as soon as I read Arya's name lol. Anyhoo-

The Wolf And The Dragon

Aegon II Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Explicit language

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off! Maybe indulge in a battle to the death with your sweet ol' granny. Probably steal your beloved pet.

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: It's kinda long ngl, but sickeningly sweet! Oh, yeah. Aegon isn't married to Helaena in this one. For my own sake, she's with her loving husband, Lord Sth-Sth of Sth-Sth. Cheers!

One of her father's men was dragging the young lady through the training grounds as the boys trained with Ser Criston and Ser Harwin. They all stopped to stare at her and the knight. She was biting, scratching and kicking at him.

"What do you care?! Seven Hells, let go!"

The man stopped and grabbed her by her small shoulders. He'd had enough of the little lady's antics for one day. He shook her as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Child, I've been there for all your life, I won't stand to watch you try and get yourself killed." The knight's face was turning red with anger. "You're of one and ten, you can't be walking around the capital without anyone to keep you safe! Do you realize what could have happened?!"

"Fuck. You." The girl hissed as she stomped down on the man's foot and spat in his eyes. She bolted, the man following close behind, while still trying to wipe the spit from his eyes.

"You wild beast, get back here!"

"She truly is a beast..." Aegon whispered to his brother and nephews as they all watched the knight tackle the kid to the ground.

"Ser Karstark, don't you think that's enough!" Harwin yelled out.

"Oh, want to come and deal with this thing yourself, Breakbones? It's not as easy as I make it look." Ser Brennard Karstark choked on his last few words, a small elbow slamming into his neck.

The girl got back on her feet, making a run for it once more.

On the next day, Ser Karstark was dragged the girl in the opposite direction, towards the training grounds this time. He was sporting a big purple bruise on his neck.

"I've told you so many times now, cub. You want to train, fine! I'll teach you! But picking attacking the guards is not the way to do it!"

The little lady only huffed in response as she reached down to her blade. She turned her head to the side, then struck.

Ser Karstark took a step back, the tip of the dagger almost making contact with his face.

"It is customary to wait for your opponent to bear arms before you try and chop his head off, wildling."

"As if anyone would wait for me."

She struck again, the knight dodging once more. Lady Stark circled around her opponent, her small eyes sizing him up.

To everyone's shock, the knight actually swung at her with his sword. The girl fell to the side as she rolled over, her silk tunic now covered in dirt.

"Good, good!" The knight nodded before he swung sideways.

She lowered her head, the blade of his sword passing right above it.

"Don't stay close to the ground for too long, cub..." Brennard warned as his took ahold of his sword with both hands. "The enemy will catch up on it eventually. And maybe do this!"

He yelled out as he put his whole strength into trying to lodge the sword into the girl's skull. She got back up. Her dagger was quick to find its target, slicing the knight's hand open.

Brennard looked at the blood that was spilling out of his hand, then at her.

"You play dirty, girl..."

"I do not wish to fight with honor when I can just do this."

Her small fist was now aiming for Brennard's nose. He let go of his sword, leaving it to stand there with the tip lodged into the ground below their feet. He caught her small hand by the wrist and punched her instead. The girl fell on her back, head slamming into the ground.

"Karstark!" Both Criston and Harwin yelled out, making their way towards the student and her teacher.

"Stand back! She wants to fight, so she'll fight!" Brennard yelled in return."Get up!"

Lady Stark jumped to her feet, eyes narrowing as she wiped the blood from her mouth. She used the moment to tackle her opponent to the ground.

"Finish the job." Brennard whispered to the child. "Do not let your enemies walk away. Do it!"

The girl's fingers found their way around the dagger that was hanging on the knight's side. She pulled it out and put it to his throat. The child was smiling down at him, eyes glowing.

"I win?"

Brennard laughed out as his hand ruffled through the short locks of hair on her head.

"You win! We'll make a fine soldier out of you, you'll see."

The two got up, each sporting a warm smile.

"Ya promise?"

Brennard nodded his head.

"But your training is not over yet." He turned to look at the two knights that stood close behind him. "We've seen you can tackle a grown man down to the dirt, but how will you manage with someone closer to your age and speed? Perhaps you should go against one of the young princes?"

Criston nodded. Him and Harwin went back to the boys.

"Prince Aegon against lady Stark then." He said as he motioned for the boy to take a step forward.

Aegon didn't move an inch towards the younger girl that was now staring at him with a devilish grin on her face. She scared him. She fought dirty and wasn't scared to take a blow to the face, even when it came from a grown man that was thrice her size. The girl didn't stand above stealing her enemy's weapon and using it against them either. On the contrary, if it were a real threat in front of her, she would have sliced the man's throat. The young prince realized everything he'd learned from both Ser Criston and Ser Harwin was useless against someone like her. Aegon had only heard of tales of the northmen, of their cold hearts and brutal ways. But now there was one in front of him. A child of winter and ice. A ball of rage with unruly, short hair. If Aegon didn't know her already, he would've thought it was a boy that stood in front of him.

There were no lavish dresses for her. No needlework. No singing. She was dirty nails. Unkempt hair. Grime. Blood. Sweat. Dirt. Adventure. Flying arrows. Hiss of daggers. Clash of swords.

"Ye fighting or what, aye? Don't have a whole day to wait ye." Her strong accent came through. She'd gone over and picked her weapon back up. The girl was waiting for the prince to come back to his senses, foot tapping impatiently as she twisted and turned the blade in her hand.

The fight was over pretty soon. The lady had knocked her prince down, elbow to his face. Ser Brennard knew what was going to happen, but made no move to stop his student. She broke his nose with that hit.

"I'd say ya fight like a girl, but... ya know..." She shrugged her shoulders at him as Karstark dragged her away with a proud smile on his face.

Eight years later Aegon had grown into a handsome young man. He'd grown into his soft features. His pale blue eyes stared at his feet, as kicked at some small rocks. Short strands of silver-white hair framed his face perfectly. He kept his hair on the shorter side. It was easier to manage.

Him and his brother stood next to the wide open gates that led into the castle's grounds. Aemond, unlike his older brother, had his hands folded neatly behind his back, waiting patiently.

"I don't understand, why did mother have to send us..."

Aemond nodded his head, signaling to his brother to look ahead. A group of sturdy looking men, covered in steel from head to toe, were coming fast towards them. At the front,just a few feet in away from the rest, a hooded rider. The jet black stallion this mysterious person was riding held its head high. The stomping of the horse's hooves had stopped.

"Prince Aemond! Prince Aegon!" A melodious, yet strong voice rang from underneath the hood.

"Lady Stark." Aemond greeted. "Welcome to the capital!"

The stranger hopped down from the horse and took their hood off. Aegon stared at her slack-jawed. There, in front of him, stood the most magnificent creature that had ever walked the earth. Porcelain skin w a scar here and there she'd most definitely got in battle. Sharp features, almost as sharp as the sword she had on her. Two big, bright eyes that shined with laughter. The only thing that reminded of the girl she once was, was her short dark hair. And her clothing. She'd never been the one to wear dresses. That hadn't changed either. Her long legs were covered in threadbare black pants that matched with her black tunic and boots.

"I trust your journey was pleasant?" Aemond asked out of politeness.

A short "aye" left her full lips, eyes trained on Aegon.

"Yer nose healed well, me Prince. Though it would seem there's something wrong with yer jaw..." She pointed towards his face, calloused fingers showing from underneath the sleeve. Her northern accent made a shiver run down Aegon's spine.

He couldn't bring himself to say something, the words refusing to leave his mouth. He nodded with a faint smile.

"Shall we?" Aemond's voice could be heard again.

"If ye don't mind, me and me men had spent long time on the road without a good challenge. We need a good fight"

Her men had jumped from their horses too, now waiting for their lady. Ser Brennard Karstark was standing next to her.

"Training grounds are that way, aye?" She nodded to the left, her eyes never leaving the older brother.

"Right, let's get ye to the stables, big boy." She finally looked away as she turned towards the stallion and ran a hand through his black mane.

Lady Stark handed the reins to the stable boy that had approached her with a soft smile and a nod of her head. The lad melted at the sight, tripping over his feet as he walked away.

"Ye two comin'?"

The woman walked away, her father's bannermen following close behind.

"Would love some audience while I kick this old bastard's arse to the ground." She pointed towards Ser Karstark as she and her men laughed.

"We'll see about that, Young Wolf." Ser Brennard said, even though he knew that was going to be the most likely outcome.

Two weeks had passed since lady Stark had arrived to the capital. For Aegon, it felt like it was years ago. They'd been spending most of their time together, much to the Queen's dismay. At least they had the decency to drag Aemond along.

On the first night in the capital, the young woman suggested they go for a drink. When the second born son of Viserys the Peaceful suggested they stay in the Red Keep, both Aegon and her laughed in his face.

They snuck out of the castle later that night in search of a tavern. Aegon, being a frequent visitor to most of them, made the choice.

Soon after they'd entered the establishment, lady Stark challenged them to a bet, saying she'd drink them both under the table. Aemond, being Aemond, refused. Aegon accepted almost immediately.

He was in shock. The woman that sat in front of him was perfect. She cursed like a sailor. Told all the dirty jokes she could think of. Even challenged some stranger to a fist fight to celebrate her winning the bet. The Young Wolf didn't even bother to take his hundred gold dragons she'd won fair and square, but instead slapped his hand away.

"It's not about the money, me Prince!" She laughed out as she punched the stranger square in the jaw. "It's the thrill!"

The three returned back to the castle only when the light of the sun had started to bounce off the waters of Blackwater Bay. Aemond walked in front of them, impatient to get as far away from the two drunk idiots. They walked with a slow pace, hands thrown over eachother's shoulder and words slurring.

"One of them cods got ya good, me Prince, no offense meant" She said to Aegon with a grin. "If it weren't for me, that arse would'a split yer head open."

"Good thing you were around to save me then, my fair lady..." Aegon responded. He came to a sudden stop, his face contorting in agony. His hand unwrapped from the woman's shoulders as he bent forward and let out all he'd consumed right where they stood.

Instead of cringing in disgust, the Stark laughed hard, tears pricking at her eyes. She ran a hand through her short hair.

"Now from that yer knight in shinin' armor can't save ye, I am sorry."

Aemond grabbed his brother by the scruff, pulling him back up.

"We'll get caught with all the noise you're making, we have to go. My lady..." He looked at her, hoping at least one sober thought would make its way back into her head.

The Young Wolf howled again, hand patting Aegon on the back as he choked.

"What got yer knickers in a twist, hm? We've got all the time in the world."

" 'Tis but the truth!" Aegon said through coughs. "Do not worry, brother. I'll escort my, how did you say it...Ah, yes! Knight in shining armor back to her chambers."

Aemond didn't need to hear much else. He turned his back to them abruptly and left. The two snickered as they watched him walk away.

"Yer brother-" The woman threw her hand back over his shoulders as they began walking once more.

"Tell me about it." Aegon interrupted, doing the same as her.

After a detour that led them to the Kitchen Keep where they stuffed their faces with whatever was left from the dinner, Prince Aegon and lady Stark made their way towards her chambers. He'd promised to escort his savior back and he intended to do it.

As they neared the door, Aegon stopped her.

"This was the most fun I've had in a long while. Thank you, my lady."

"Aye, same here. Hanging around those old farts ain't as fun as it may look." She snorted.

The two laughed once more, then she dissappeared into her chambers, ready to sleep off the remainder of the day.

Aegon felt the same. He flopped down on his bed the second he found himself close enough to do it without smacking his head in the floor.

The same thing repeated the next day. Except Aemond wasn't with them. As the good prince he was, he'd ran to tell his mother about what his older brother and the lady Stak were busying themselves with.

The lady found herself sitting between the two brothers on that feast. She'd pulled her chair as close as possible to Aegon. On their last "walk" around the capital, she'd introduced him to the Skull and Dice game. The two now sat close to eachother, whisper-shouting the word "skull" as they rolled the dice and drank from their cups.

Aegon's grandsire and Hand of the King, Otto Hightower, was sitting across them. He smiled softly. The two were perfect for eachother. They shared the same interests- be it in books, hobbies or drinks. Why his daughter refused to give her oldest to the Young Wolf, he had no clue. She came from a great house, was trained in battle and proved to be quite intelligent, from what he'd heard her say. Sure, she liked drinking and venturing out of the Red Keep, and would also pick fights left and right. But so did his grandson.

Otto had come to the realization that the woman that sat next to his grandson was the way she was, not because she got to grow up in a castle where servants tended to each and every need of hers, but because she was raised amongst soldiers. Something her father had made sure of, once he agreed with the fact he won't be getting a proper lady out of her. The soldiers' ways had simply rubbed off on her.

Another thing that Otto had come to realize was how observant lady Stark was. She could be laughing and telling jokes, enjoying herself and her youth, but her trained eyes and ears were always turned to what was going on around her. She was a true northerner- rough and savage, but also loyal to the core and honorable. She'd be the perfect match for Aegon. If only his daughter would come to listen...

"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems." Everyone's attention turned to the King. His gold mask was shimmering in the light of the candles as he spoke. "My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena..."

Viserys turned to face his second son, eyes darting to his first one and the Stark girl. He could sense it, all Hells were about to break loose with next couple of words.

"And my son, Aemond, will marry lady Stark, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes..."

They all raised their cups, except the silver haired man and the woman that was sitting next to him.

"Hear, hear!" Came from the Prince Daemon as he turned to smile at his brother.

Aegon didn't hear him. He was now staring at the Young Wolf, silently asking if what his father had said was true.

"If you'd excuse me!" He damn near shouted, eyes trained on Aemond, who in turn was staring in shock at their mother. Unlike Aegon, he knew a third betrothal would be announced on this feast. What he didn't know was that he'll be the one marrying the Stark.

"Aegon! Come back!" Alicent yelled after him, ready to follow.

"Don't, me Queen. I'll bring him back."

"Did you know?"

The halls were silent, all that could be heard were the muffled, hushed voices of his family, as the lot tried to listen in on the conversation.

"Did you know about it?!"

The woman stomped her booth on the ground, the sword that was hanging on her side shaking with the intensity. It was a warning for the prince to lower his voice.

"Aye, my father sent me for a reason. I didn't know I'd be marrying yer brother though..."

The young woman had shut the doors as she made her way out and into the corridors. There was no point, the whole room was now sitting in silence, listening on Aegon scream his lungs out.

"You can't!You won't!" The prince yelled out.

"Oh, what do ya care? Yer not the one gettin' tied down against yer will! Yer free to do as ye wish!" She said, her voice booming over his.

"So you don't want to marry him?"

"Are ye fuckin' jokin' , Aegon, yer brother is a twat and a half!"

Inside the room, Daemon could be heard laughing without shame. Aemond's jaw clenched, his smirk dissappearing as he stood up. Rhaenyra slapped her husband's arm, even though she herself was sporting a smile.

"Then don't fucking do it!"

"And what am I supposed to do, huh? Get back in there and tell yer father, my King, that I don't approve? That I, the daughter of the man that had sworn an oath to him, will not do as I'm commanded?"

"You and your oaths and orders... Is your pride so important that you'll willingly go against what your heart desires?!"

"Pride?" The word came out as growl." If it were for me pride, I wouldn't even be here. But I gave a word to me father and did as I was told... And what do ya, ye spoiled cod, know of what me heart desires? Hm?!"

"I know I've come to love you. Just as you have." Aegon took her hands in his, soft thumb rubbing over her rough skin. "I know that I love spending time with you. Just as you do."

Silence fell upon the halls once more as the prince thought of his next words.

"I've never met someone like you before. Someone that is so...me. You like to drink, you curse, you fight. You know all the dirty jokes and all drinking games. And even with all that, you know when to put an end to it, even if you don't want to. You're not afraid to sock me in the face when you know I'm being an arse. Or drag me all the way to the small council meetings, so I could fulfill my princely duties. Sit with me through those never-ending history lessons, even though you'd rather go outside and train. You keep me grounded. You always know what to do. You always know what is right. I'd like to think that I, for once, know too. It's you. But if you insist on carrying out this order..."

His hands reached for her face.

"Marry me instead. You came here to a marry a dragon, right? There's one in front of you right now. Begging, pleading for you to take him."

Silence. Again. Aegon searched for her eyes, searched for an answer in them. But found nothing. He sighed heavily, hands falling to his sides. The prince walked around her, head hanging low in embarrassment. He reached for the door handles, ready to get back inside and drink himself into a stupor. Or untill the high-pitched ringing in his ears went away.

"Ye sure talk a lot... It's a good thing though, I won't have to waste my breath no more...with ya around."

Their eyes met.

"What? Ye plan on standin' there all night?"

The doors swung open before Aegon could reach her. He turned back around, his eyes meeting those of his father.

"Or both of you could just come back inside and sit down? Your King is to make a new toast..."

Rough fingers wrapped around Aegon's. She was standing right there, next to him. He looked up from their intertwined hands. A toothy smile had found its way on his future wife's face.

"As me King commands..."

Viserys turned his back to them as he slowly made his way to his seat. The two followed close behind.

"We're finishing the game, right?" Aegon whispered to her.

"Go find the dice, ye threw it as ya stormed out." She laughed quietly.

The Wolf and her Dragon entered the room once more, hand in hand.

#aegon ii x reader #stark!reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon the second #hotd fanfic #dance of dragons #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #hotd #game of thrones #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #accepting requests #requests open

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icemavschild · 2 years

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Can you write something cute about Hangman having like kids with the reader but it's a secret relationship (or he just likes a really defined work/life balance)

Thank you <3

I can dearie, I sure can!

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Daddy! » Hangman x Wife!Reader

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Wife!Reader(Kazansky)

Summary: Jake’s daughter sees him while he’s out with the Dagger Team and his private life is no longer private.

Warning: None, just fluff really.

A/N: I hope this is okay? I had a similar idea to this request so I’m kinda merging the two.

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Jake had attempted to keep his private life just that, private. He wasn’t fond of showing off his wife or daughter like they were trophies, it was something that Y/N had firmly told him the day after they were engaged.

“I won’t be a trophy wife, Jake.” Her voice was hard, yet firm, “I know the navy…and I won’t be a naval aviators trophy.”

She had always been hard on him from the beginning, considering she was an Admiral’s daughter when they met. Now she was a Commanders daughter.

It was always awkward talking to Commander Kazansky before throat cancer, he had always eyed Jake like he was a weed in his perfect bed of roses.

He mellowed out after his granddaughter was born, Lenora, after Jake’s mother, or Lenny for short.

So when he heard a loud, familiar, giggle and a head of hair he knew too well, his heart kind of stopped out of fear.

Fear that his team would judge him, or more so his daughter. He became defensive about his little girl; as did any father over their little girl.

“Daddy!” Lenny exclaimed as she sprang up into Jake’s arms. Her embrace almost cutting off his air supply, but despite his fear of judgement, he laughed loudly and held her closer for comfort.

“Daddy?” A voice drawled out from behind the cocksure pilot, his blood running cold. He turned to meet the shocked and confused look of his fellow teammates, and work-in-progress-friends.

“Yeah, this is my daughter.” He spoke calmly, yet the other pilots could hear the shake of nervousness in his voice, “Lenora these are daddy’s friends.”

The little girl shyly looked toward her fathers entourage with a small smile. The group immediately enthralled by her, although they couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity.

When a woman walked up behind Jake, they furrowed their brows, Jake noticing turned toward her and grinned when he met the mesmerising eyes of his wife.

“Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t realise.” Y/N muttered out, her arms reaching for the little girl. But Lenora fought to stay at her fathers side.

“No, it’s about time they knew, anyway.”

The three Seresin’s turned toward the group, who stood wide eyed. Their gazes unmoving from the woman they knew as the late Commanders daughter. Y/N Kazansky.

“You’re married to Commander Kazansky’s daughter?!” Rooster exclaimed, his voice unbelieving and his mouth on the floor, “and you have a kid with her?!”

He laughed humourlessly, Jake becoming very angry and very defensive.

“If you want to joke, then fuck off.” The bitterness in Jake’s voice wasn’t new, but the defensiveness was completely new. His body was tense and his arms tightened around his daughter.

Maverick, who had been standing a bit back, had seen this behaviour from Goose when Bradley was just a kid.

“Lenora, did you say?” Mav asked the man, Jake staring at Mav appreciatively. When he found out that Maverick was his wife’s Godfather, he felt embarrassment from the first day wash over him with a redness to his cheeks.

This was Maverick’s first time meeting his Goddaughter’s daughter, it seemed almost wrong to have an introduction while Ice was being lowered into the ground. Plus, Y/N was a mess that day.

He knew Hangman was the one who married her, hell he’d seen Y/N when she was pregnant with Lenora.

“Yeah.” Jake breathed out, watching Y/N move forward and hug her uncle tightly. He shook his head of his head of brain fog, “Why are you in Fightertown?”

It’d been at least a year since the commander had passed on.

“We wanted to surprise you, Daddy!” Lenora exclaimed happily. The Dagger team smiling warmly at the little girl.

“Aw, thanks baby-girl.” He smirked out while kissing his daughters cheek.

“We need to go to aunty Penny’s!” The little girl exclaimed excitedly, Jake smiling warmly at the mention of the older woman.

It had never made sense the relationship between Penny and Jake, the team had always wondered why he chose to talk to the woman in private more often than not. It made sense now, looking at the little girl and the us of ‘aunty’ when addressing the older Benjamin.

“Okay, let’s do that then?” Jake asked his team, the group nodding along considering they’d just come back from their Captain’s for a brief get together while everyone was in town.

The Dagger team coming to terms with the fact that Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, was indeed full of surprises. One of those surprises being his excellent milkshake making skills, though Rooster will never admit to the fact.

A/N: this was my best attempt considering I got distracted half way through and had to rescue an orphaned lamb…but here we go! I hope it’s okie dokie ☺️😊

#hangman x wife!reader #hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin #hangman #rooster #dagger team #Maverick #Kazansky reader #requested #reader insert #xreader

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honeyedmiller · 1 year

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Heyyyyyyyy! I love your work sm keep it up lovely❤️❤️I was wondering if you could do one where your daughter is the definition of a daddy’s girl and has Pedro wrapped around her finger and the internet eats it up

stop I'll cry rn. THIS IS SO CUTE. and thank you! that means the world to me!<3

warnings: just fluff and dad!Pedro <3

Since the day your daughter was born, she had Pedro wrapped around her finger. She was the absolute joy of his life. He loved being a girl dad.

When you announced the birth of your daughter Isabella, the whole world was absolutely ecstatic. Nothing but love and positivity poured into your lives as you shared the joys of being first-time parents.

You and Pedro decided to keep her face a secret at first, always cradling her small head to your chests, a thin but breathable blanket over her as you carried her, or a cover over her car seat (which Pedro always kindly carried).

You didn't want to share your precious baby with the world yet. You loved the bubble of just you three, you and Pedro getting to enjoy her before the world could see how perfect she was. She had dark brown curls, a dimple on one cheek, and dark eyes to match, just like her father. Her big brown eyes were enough to make anyone's heart melt.

As she grew older, she became a total daddy’s girl, which Pedro was over the moon about.

When she was around a year old, you finally showed the world what your sweet Isabella looked like. You'd posted a picture of Pedro in some lounge clothes in the comfort of your shared home, as he held on to Isabella's tiny hands to help her walk. She had the biggest smile on her face; one to mirror her father's.

"Oh, my loves. You both look so precious in this picture." Tears of happiness clouded your vision as you made a post about it, and instantly, the world was going crazy.

They loved seeing Pedro as a dad, especially to a baby girl. He held such kindness and gentleness with her that he reserved just for her.

One day, you decided to go live on Instagram out of pure curiosity to see what the world was up to. You sat on the floor with your back against the plush couch in your living room, phone propped up on the coffee table.

You waited a couple of minutes before you waved to everyone, a grin splayed upon your lips as you read some kind comments. There were even a couple of comments about you being a 'milf', which made you genuinely laugh.

"Hey everyone. Just came on for a few minutes to say hi. I know it's been a long time, but we've had our hands full with the baby." You laugh softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

As soon as you mentioned your daughter, everyone went into a frenzy, asking if she was with Pedro and if they could see her. You nod apprehensively.

"Yeah, she's with Pedro. I think he's in her room getting her up from her nap." As soon as you said that, Pedro emerged downstairs with her in his arms. She smiled as she saw you, brown eyes glistening with happiness.

"Oh, mi amor." You coo in a baby voice to her, simultaneously waving Pedro over to sit next to you.

"I'm on Instagram live. They wanna see you two." You smile up at him as he joins you on the floor, holding Isabella securely.

"Hey everyone." He greets, and the comments were flooding so fast that it was impossible to keep up. You both laugh as Isabella squeals happily, clapping her hands as she started to bounce her legs on Pedro's lap.

"Someone woke up in a good mood." You tickle her sides as she laughed, the sound filling your heart with such warmth and joy.

She reached out to you and you gladly took a hold of her, peppering her small face with kisses as you brushed her growing curls away from her forehead.

"They're asking if I'm a good dad." Pedro laughs as he nods his head to the never ending comments, and you can't help but smile.

"Of course he is. He's the best." You look at him and lean in to give him a soft, short kiss.

"Isn't that right, mamas?" Pedro coos at his daughter, her five fingers holding on to just one of his. He kisses her on the forehead, taking her into his arms again as her hands start to grab at the stubble on his chin. The look in his eyes displayed nothing less of pure love and adoration for her.

As if your heart couldn't melt any more, it certainly just did.

You say goodbye to everyone on the live, wanting to spend time with your two favorite people in the whole world.

You still can't believe that you and Pedro made such a perfect little baby. She was everything you'd ever wished for, and more. You'd cherish these moments for the rest of your life, because you knew it wouldn't be long before she'd grow up right before your eyes.

For now, though, you were content with enjoying the precious memories you had with Pedro, and your beloved daddy's girl.

#pedro pascal imagines #Pedro Pascal imagine #Pedro Pascal fluff #anon requests #thanks anon!#tooth rotting fluff #Pedro Pascal one shot #pedro pascal fic

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katnisspeetaprim · 9 months

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Slice Of Life Part 3

Summary: After the birth of your daughter, you had hoped you could have a peaceful few weeks, but the universe has other plans.

Warnings: angst, fluff, established relationship, swearing, fighting, bad relationship with parents, idol!au, baby, breastfeeding.

Word Count: 2129 M.list

Ever since you returned home from the hospital, all you wanted to do was sleep. As soon as you stepped foot in your home, it was like every ounce of energy had escaped you. Jungkook had happily told you to go rest, eager to spend time with his little girl. Plus, his parents had come down and were staying close by, just in case you needed help in the first couple weeks. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

‘Y/N? Jagi...’ You were awoken a few hours later to Jungkook gently shaking your shoulder. He was stood over you with your fussing daughter in his arms. ‘I’m sorry to wake you, but I’ve tried everything and I think she’s hungry.’ He smiled apologetically as he sat beside you.

‘I should probably get up anyway. Can’t sleep forever.’ You smiled softly as you sat up, reaching for your daughter.

Jungkook helped you to rearrange your shirt so you could move So-Hee into position and help her latch.

They’d shown you at the hospital what to do when it came to breastfeeding and lucky for you, So-Hee wasn’t a fussy one when it came to latching.

‘Do- Do you want privacy?’ Jungkook asked, suddenly unsure of himself sitting next to you. You chuckled and shook your head.

‘Don’t be silly. This is perfectly natural, plus it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.’ He seemed to relax after your reassurance and situated himself next to you, leaning against the head board.

Both of you looked down to the baby in your arms. She was perfect. Jungkook gently stroked her head as she fed, playing with the fine tufts of hair on her head.

‘The guys have been texting, asking when they can come visit.’ You let out a breathy laugh.

‘Maybe give it a few days.’ Jungkook also laughed and nodded in agreement.

‘Yeah they can be loud when excited.’

The boys had ended up coming to visit in pairs over the next few days. Each of them had been wonderful and understanding that you didn’t want to be overwhelmed by all of them at once. They did bring lot’s of gifts with them though, more than you knew what to do with in your small apartment. But you guessed it was your own fault for skipping the baby shower.

Namjoon and Jin were the last two to visit.

You were all sat around the living room. Jin was currently cooing down at So-Hee in his arms and she was laughing up at him.

‘So, how you two holding up?’ Namjoon asked kindly.

‘I mean, I think we’re doing good, all things considered.’ You nodded to yourself, knowing you were doing the best you could do.

‘Yeah, plus my parents have been a huge help. I think I would have had a breakdown if I couldn’t call my mom.’ Jungkook laughed, but it was true.

There had been a few times when So-Hee was crying and neither of you could figure out why. At first you felt like a failure for calling his parents for help. If you couldn’t figure out what your child wanted, didn’t that make you a bad mom? No, o course not. It just meant you still needed time and practice.

You were all disturbed by a sudden loud knocking at the door. You looked over to Jungkook in confusion.

‘Did you invite someone else?’

‘No. I’ll see who it is.’ You nodded as he got up and disappeared down the hall. You continued your conversation with Jin and Namjoon, thinking nothing of the situation, until Jungkook didn’t come back right away.

‘I should probably see what’s keeping him.’ When you turned the corner, you saw Jungkook stood in the doorway, blocking whoever was here from view.

‘Jungkook? Who is it? He shot you a look over his shoulder, eyes hard.

‘Jagi, go back inside. I’ll sort it!’ this made your brows scrunch up and question what was happening. You stepped closer and were about to talk, when Jungkook was suddenly and roughly shoved out of the way, so much so that he stumbled slightly. Before you even knew what was happening, two people were grabbing at you.

‘Y/N! I can’t believe it!’

‘We’ve missed you so much!’ Your mouth was dry as you stared at the two people you had hoped to never see again.

‘Mom, dad. H-how did you find my address?’

‘You both need to leave.’ Jungkook was now stood behind you, glaring at your mom and step dad.

‘Oh don’t be silly! We want to see our granddaughter!.’ Your mother said in a way too cheery tone. ‘Giving birth is the only decent thing you’ve achieved recently anyway.’ Your eyes widened when she tried to walk round you. Quickly, both you and Jungkook moved to stop them from moving any further into your home.

‘You don’t get to show up here and start making demands like nothing ever happened!’ You began yelling, now enraged that they thought they had any right to see your daughter.

‘Get the hell out of my home!’ You shoved your mother back as your shouts got louder, causing Namjoon to come running and see what was happening.

‘How dare you lay hands on your mother!’ Your step dad had now also raised his voice and raised his hand as he took a step towards you. Jungkook was quick to get between the two of you and push him back.

‘That’s far enough.’

‘I just want to see my granddaughter.’ Your mother mumbled again.

‘You’ll never meet my daughter! Now get out and never contact me again!’ They both went to argue again when Namjoon stepped forward.

‘I believe they asked you to leave. If you don’t, we can always get the police involved.’ Namjoon was talking calmly. He knew just from the short interaction that both you and Jungkook were upset, so he needed to be the one to keep a level head right now.

Your parents were silent and looked between all three of you, before backing off. Your mom looked you up and down before scoffing.

‘I’m shocked you even managed to get pregnant in the first place just looking at you. Wouldn’t be surprised if you got him drunk first.' You saw red. Her condescending voice and words were enough to tip the scales. You lunged forwards, but Jungkook was quick to catch you and stop you from doing something you would regret, though he didn’t stop you from screaming at her.

‘Get the fuck out! OUT! NOW!’

‘Calm down.’ Jungkook whispered in your ear as you shrugged against him. Namjoon stepped past the two of you to usher your parents out of the house. He quickly locked the door behind them.

By now, your anger has subsided and turned into sobs as you buried your head into Jungkook’s chest.

‘How did they find me Kook?’

‘I really don’t know baby...’ He stroked your hair as he looked over to Namjoon, not really sure what to do now.

So-Hee’s cry suddenly started up, probably from being scared by the loud shouting. You pulled away and jogged back to the living room.

‘So-Hee...’ You called out, wanting nothing more than to hold your baby in that moment. You made a mental note to thank Jin later for having enough initiative to keep your daughter away from the situation.

Jungkook and Namjoon stayed back, both leaning against the walls as they composed themselves.

‘What’s going on?’ Namjoon broke the silence. Jungkook looked up to him and sighed, frustrated.

‘Y/N hasn’t spoke to her parent’s in years. I have no clue how they found our address.

‘Do you think they’ll come back?

‘I don’t know but they seemed determined.’ He trailed off. Both men just stared at each other for a moment.

‘I could help you and Y/N find a new apartment?’ Namjoon piped up with a suggestion. ‘Plus I’m sure manager Sejin could get you some security in the mean time.’ Jungkook thought it over before nodding, glum look on his face.

‘I’d have to talk to Y/N, but thank you hyung.’ Namjoon smiled and patted him on the back.

‘Anytime Kook.’ The two of them made their way back into the living room, to find Jin alone.

‘Y/N took So-Hee to your room. She looked really upset.’ Jin was confused since he didn’t know what was happening. You had just ran back in and scooped up your daughter, ignoring him when he tried to comfort you.

‘We should go hyung. I’ll explain later.’ Jungkook saw them both out, before immediately gong to find you.

‘Jagi?’ He pushed open the bedroom door and saw you sitting on the bed with your back to him, cradling your daughter. Without another word, he sat next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

‘Are you ok?’ He knew it was a silly question, but he wanted you to know he cared.

‘No. Not really.’ You spoke so quietly that he could barely hear you. He just nodded and stroked across your shoulders.

‘Hyung said he could help us find a new apartment.’ You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

‘But... I like it here...’

‘Well... Maybe it’s for the best? I mean So-Hee can’t even have a nursery here because of the space.’ It was true. You and Jungkook never moved out of your small apartment. When you started getting serious, he moved right in with you so he could get out of the dorms. It was just the two of you, so neither of you felt the need to have more space, despite having the means to do so.

‘I just don’t understand why they would turn up now.’ Jungkook didn’t have an answer for you. He’s always had a good and supportive relationship with his parents, so he can’t claim to understand your feelings.

‘If you decide you want to talk to them-‘

‘No!’ You cut him off abruptly. ‘I want them no where near our daughter!’ You came off as more harsh than you intended, but Jungkook understood.

‘Ok.’ You both sat in comfortable silence as you rocked So-Hee.

‘Can I have my own office in our new place?’ You suddenly asked, causing Jungkook to laugh.

‘Sure jagi, whatever you want.’

It had only been a few days since the incident, but your parents had made no further attempts to contact you, yet.

Namjoon had also made good on his word, and got you in to view a pretty exclusive place in a gated community. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little excited to see your possible forever home.

‘She’ll be fine! Don’t worry!’ Jungkook’s mom laughed as she watched the two of you linger in the doorway.

Jungkook’s mom had gladly agreed to babysit So-Hee, whilst you both went to see your potential new apartment. This would be the first time both of you would be leaving since her birth and you were more than a little apprehensive.

‘Are you sure one of us shouldn’t stay?’ You blurted out, flustered.

‘Don’t be silly! I know how to look after a baby!’ She laughed before becoming serious. ‘And if you know who show up again, I’ll be right onto the police. The nerve of them...’ You relaxed a little, knowing that So-Hee was in good hands, but there would always be that lingering anxiety in the back of your mind.

‘Kook... This place is huge!’ You stood in the middle of the empty apartment, looking round in amazement. The real estate agent was standing to the side, looking quite pleased with herself.

‘A lot bigger than your cramped place anyway.’ He jabbed with a smirk.

‘Hey! You chose to move in with ME!’

‘It was either that or you move into the dorms!’ he retorted with a grin, knowing you would have no comeback. You loved the boys, but the thought of living with them was a grim one .

‘Sorry to interrupt, but what are we thinking?’ The real estate agent smiled over at the two of you.

You smiled softly at Jungkook and grabbed his hand.

‘I really like it.’

‘That settles it then!’ He grinned widely to you, before spinning back to the other woman, ‘We’ll take it!’

Moving in was a fast process, considering you both wanted to be out of your place ASAP. The guys had all helped you, and even the boys of TXT had extended their hand in assistance too.

You had decided that it was probably time to get new furniture, rather than moving your old beat up stuff, fresh start and all.

Now all that was left was to decorate.

A.N – So I have no idea when Jungkook moved into his current place, but this new place they have moved into is that place. The one he is currently living in as of 2023!

#bts #bts x reader #imagine #one shot #scenario #reaction #drabble #smut #angst #fluff #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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Love or Pain

Nicholas leister x reader

summary: Y/N and Nicholas has been best friends since childhood but Y/N started to have feelings for Nick. will she confess her feelings to him or the entry of Noah in their life will change everything??

Part 3

Jenna and Mario were already sitted at a table when Y/N and Nicholas meet them. When they reached, Jenna huffed in her sit and said "Well, thank you for gracing us with your presence finally". Y/N laughed and said "Sorry guys, there was so much traffic so we got late". Jenna shook her head and said "Yeah sure and we will believe you right, we know you got late cause you guys were making out in the car" and wriggled her brows at Y/N and Nick.

They both just looked at each other and laughed, their friends would always assume that someday they would date each other or they already are and Y/N and Nick never correct them about that.

They all have been just talking and laughing when Nick's phone rang, he took out his phone and he groaned when he saw it was his dad who is calling him. Y/N looked at him and motion at him to receive the call, he reluctantly accepted the call and listen to whatever his father was saying and by the look on his face everyone can tell he is not pleased with it. After a few mins he cut the called and looked at his friends, Mario raised his brows at him asking what happened, Nick sighed and said "Dad said that his new daughter is getting bored and want to go explore and since he's taking his new wife on a date this evening he wants me to take her outside and take care of her as my sister" and rolled his eyes in anger.

Y/N knows William just wants Nick to get along with his new family but she can't help but feels like something might change after this, like a gut feeling, she shook her head looking at Nick and said "its okay if she wants to explore here, she is just a 17 years old girl obviously she will get bored staying at the house". Nick knows what she gonna say next and said "No, dad knows that I don't want to know anything about his new family or spent any time with them at all but he still want to force me". Y/N sighed and said "C'mon , they might not be that bad, I'm not telling you to accept them but atleast try to get along with them or be interested in them it will make your dad feel a little better Nick".

Nick just stared at her so she continued "and in the evening we all are going to Ava's house for the party right, asked for her mom permission and we can take her along with us and we all will be there, I will keep her by my side and let her enjoy herself a little, its going to be okay Nick" and gave him a big smile. He let a out a long sigh and nodded his head at her, knowing he can't say no to her with that smile on her face. They discussed what time they will go to the party with Jenna and Mario and then parted ways with them. Throughout the drive to her house, Y/N noticed Nick was very quiet, knowing he is still upset she didn't said anything. When they reached her house she took his hand and lead him inside.

Inside the house Y/N mother was sitted at the sofa with her laptop working on some of her files, she looked up when she heard footsteps approaching her and a smile took over her face when she saw it was Y/N and Nick. She wrapped her arms around Nick when he came closer and said "its nice to see you again sweetie, how was your day, Y/N didn't troubled you right". Y/N held an offended look on her face and Nick laughed looking at her and shook his head and said "I had a good day and No she didn't troubled me at all", Y/N smiled looking at him laughing and glad his mood is changing and he's not so upset anymore.

She took his hand and dragged him to her room and told him to choose a movie while she changed to some comfy clothes. When she came back she saw he already had chosen a movie but he is not looking at the screen but thinking about something. she came up to him and said "care to share what's going on in that head of yours". Nick turned towards her and pulled her closer, hugging her around her stomach and sighed, she runs her finger through his hair softly and stayed silent, letting him know that she's there for him.

After some mins Nick sighed again and said " am I being selfish for not accepting his new family, am I bad that I don't want be a part of his happiness". Y/N put her hands on his face and made him looked up, she gently moves her fingers on his face and looked at him softly and said "No Boo, you are not bad or being selfish by not accepting his new family or being part of his happiness, its not wrong of you to feel like that, no one is going to force you for that as well not even your dad, he just... want you to be happy, he is your father afterall he will never think for anything bad for you, and Boo... know that its okay that you don't want to accept them, sometimes its okay to be selfish and you can be selfish for as long as you want okay but... don't think that your dad doesn't loves you okay".

Nick face softened hearing her saying that, its okay for him to be selfish its okay for him to feel not okay. he just continued looking at her and she said "C'mon let's take short nap, I don't think we are in the mood for a movie anymore" and pulled him to lay on the bed properly. He laid down on the bed and pulled her closer to him, she put her head in his chest and started to form small circles there to lull him to sleep, feeling content and having her in his arm he let himself feel relaxed and closed his eyes and let sleep consume him.

Part 4

#Nicholas leister #Nicholas leister x reader #Nicholas leister x y/n

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stranger things ● forever ● s.harrington

warnings

{multi series}, angst, huge changes to s4 / past canon (nobody died but Jason, starcourt's rebuilt, max isn't almost dead, the portal is PERMANENTLY closed now), single mom/ former teen mom reader, baby talk -in moderation.. your daughter is 3, she's just really starting to grasp speech so.. yeah.. eventual filth -probably featuring Steve's known breeding k*nk, eventual roommate trope, mentions of robin's struggle with her sexuality + maaybe robin gets the girl here (Barb. i'm dying on this hill, sorry), typical small town judgmental bullshit, found family, mentions of past injury/violence (because they didn't beat Vecna and close the portal without being unscathed in some way), kind of a slow burn, unapologetic fluff, mentions of smoking / alcohol..

<- reader/you are a female. with female parts. and a child that you've had since you were 17. and a past / clothing and appearance that all tie into this. reader/you have a personality, backstory and past. you/reader's daughter Stevie is 3/4, give or take. this is yet another self indulgent thing and again, i am.. not sorry. nope not at all.

word count

2727 exactly. this is the first part to this.

(( am fully in the grips of a mighty need for dad!steve.. and..eventually.. giving him his dream life. ))

summary

--- you're robin's cousin and you need a new start for yourself and your 3 year old daughter, Stevie Robin. -named after Stevie Nicks and your cousin, ofc- and this brings you to Hawkins.

taglist + shoutouts

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@tbmunson - bestie. babe. ilysm. this is for you. for us. i really hope you like it and idk what I'd do without you to talk to -and possibly annoy, lmaooo.

other links

masterlist ● steve's masterlist ● about + rules

ONE

"Okay, aunt Janet said it's a right turn. Across the street from Big Buy. It's a big sign, I can't miss-" you grumble as soon as you realize you've done just that.

"Mama! Mama look!" your daughter is giggling in her car seat, she's pointing to the park on her side of the street and you pull in.

"We play?"

"No, sweetie. Maybe later, 'kay?" You smile at her and reach out, smoothing her shaggy bangs behind her ears. "I've gotta trim your hair later."

"No!"

"Yes." you laugh, pulling your Mustang out into traffic and merging with it. Your daughter is eating the fries you got her on the way into town. "We live here now, mama?"

You nod and smile. "Yeah."

"Aunt Wobin? She live here too?" Stevie has her little head tilted, staring at you with big eyes. You laugh and nod. "Yeah baby, she lives here too."

Your daughter is so little. So sweet and she's so happy. For her, this has been one big and happy adventure and you're satisfied to keep it that way. She's too little to go through what your own mother -Robins aunt, put you through before finally throwing you out. She doesn't know that you're silently freaking out right now because this is a huge risk you're taking.

The video store Robin works at for the summer comes into view with only 1 car, a brown BMW, parked outside. "I thought Robin was working." you wonder as you turn the engine off and slip your feet back into your shoes.

"Mama. Shoes."

"Good girl." you nod, slipping out of your seat to shut the door with your hip. You make your way around to your daughters side of the car and open her door, leaning into the car to unfasten Stevie and attempt cleaning her up and putting her shoes on before you go inside.

As you do this you're totally unaware that your being watched. Steve's leaned in the door, arms folded. And he’s trying hard not to stare at you but his eyes are moving up your body slowly. As you straighten to full height, he swallows down a lump in his throat and clears it.

Grin in place as he really takes you in. Your little girl is the most adorable kid he's seen, like her mom, he thinks to himself as he hears the little girl with light brown hair and freckles call you Mama.

He's thrown for a loop because you look as old as he is.

"Is Robin Buckley here?" you ask after a few seconds. He's wondering if maybe you're not the cousin she always finds a way to slip into conversations lately, but he shoves the thought that follows this wonder down deep, ,, if this is ___, she's beautiful. took my breath away, honestly." because the thought is dangerous and it's one he refuses to allow himself to even begin entertaining.

Because the second he does even attempt entertaining anything lately, his time trapped in Vecna's mindscape comes rushing back and he can hear it all again on repeat. And it hurts, it makes him bitter, it makes him angry all over again.

Steve's hand raises and rests against the back of his head. He smiles at you and nods. Tries to answer your question but the words get hung in his throat. You're both standing in the doorway, nearly body to body and he takes a deep breath, getting frustrated with himself because he's so distracted by you and your adorable little girl -and a dream that he's been trying to forget about lately because he doesn"t even know if it should happen anymore and he's trying to be okay with that fact- he can't think straight let alone speak properly.

He nods. "She's uh..she's inside. In back, I think." he finally manages to answer, biting back a groan as your soft body brushes against his as you work your way into the store.

"Robbie! Hey!" you're calling out to your cousin as you stop in front of the circular counter in the middle of the store and switch your little girl from one hip to the other.

Your little girl is playing peek a boo with him and he's laughing and it's probably the first time he has in weeks at this point. "You're a cutie, yeah." He's smiling at Stevie and she reaches out for him, dropping the purple stuffed alligator in the process. Steve bends to pick it up and he hands it to her. She gives him a gap toothed grin, "Fank you, sir."

He laughs. "What's your name, huh?"

"I Stevie Robin."

Steve feels that yearning tug at him and he shoves it down. Hiding the pain at his own thoughts, he smiles at your daughter. "I'm Steve."

"Mama! Mama!"

"What is it, sweetie?"

"He Steve. Kinda like me!" she giggles, turning her gaze to Steve as she adds in awe, "Pretty Steve."

You're torn between blushing and laughing. Then you make the mistake of really looking at Steve. And it hits you, you're wondering if he's the same Steve your cousin Robin is talking so much about all the time.

Your daughter isn't wrong, not even in the slightest. You tilt your head slightly and you're taking him in. From the shaggy hair that hangs over his forehead and covers one brow to the way he's got his hand resting on his head calls attention to that hand. By the time you reach his eyes -and immediately get lost in their warmth and depth, you're fidgeting a little. But then you're staring at his mouth, from the perfectly formed cupids bow to the thickness of his lips. His shoulders are broad, biceps fight against the restraint of a beige polo shirt.

If this were the version of you you used to be, before Stevie, before the way her father ripped out your heart, you're absolutely sure you'd be in prime flirt mode right now. But you're not. And your life is totally different now. You have Stevie, she comes first.

The thickening tension is shattered by your cousin Robin and not a second too soon. She's racing towards you with open arms and you find yourself and your daughter being squeezed til you almost can't breathe. The hug breaks and the two of you are laughing and happy and Robin pulls away to look at you as she lets out a long whistle. You shake your head and laugh. "I thought you two weren't coming in until next week!"

You laugh quietly. " The uh..my apartment got broken into. And then my boss pissed me off and I quit. It was now or never, so here I am."

"Your apartment got broken into?" Steve is gaping. You nod. "It happens."

"It shouldn't." Steve answers, staring down at you and Robin clocks it immediately.

She's been talking about him to you a lot -and vice versa, because after his speech in the RV, she started to casually mention you in conversation to him a little more too- . She does this hoping she'd make you -or him, at least a little curious, especially since the night she got a 2 am drunken call from him in which he went on this tangent about how bitter watching everyone start their lives was making him. Then he confided something to her that blindsided her with just how perfect he might be for you.

He wants a family. He needs people to take care of. He really needs to be taken care of in return because Robin knows him like the back of her hand at this point and she knows he's a good man.

She knows that you're dying for the same, it's all you've ever talked about, especially all the times your mom would hurt, use, lie to or turn her back on you, disappointing you over and over.

"Yeah, well.." you mumble, eyes locked on his. "Just glad Stevie was with a sitter and I was picking up a shift at the bar down the street."

"Yeah." Steve mutters. Your voice is soft, a sweet and lazy drawl he could listen to for hours and as soon as this one comes to mind, he's rubbing the back of his neck.

Stevie reaches for him. You start to object but Steve takes her into his arms and smiles, acting as if it's nothing. As he takes her around the little store, you can finally pull yourself together just a little. Robin clears her throat. "That's Steve Harrington, by the way. My best friend. Well, my other best friend." she gives you a soft grin. You hug her and as the hug breaks you laugh softly. "I named her after you and Stevie Nicks."

Robin is speechless, gaping at you as if she might just cry. Then she laughs softly, nodding to the way Stevie is just content to be carried around by Steve. You laugh softly. Tear your eyes off the two because it's concerning just how easy it is to let your imagination run wild. "She doesn't meet a stranger."

"She takes after her mommy." Robin teases as she watches you watching Steve with your daughter. "Nick was an asshole. He didn't deserve either of you."

"Fuck Nick." you mumble, tearing your eyes off of Steve and the way he's so good with Stevie because if you don't..it's a slippery slope. Robin's caught you though and she can't help but smile to herself. She clears her throat. "You're staying with us, right?"

"Yeah…aunt Janet, she told me to take as long as I want but I'm gonna try to get on my feet as quick as I can."

"No, take your time."

"Robin, trust me..you think that now but trust me.

You want me to do it quick."

Steve chuckles as Stevie finds the Disney aisles. "You like Disney, huh?"

"Some. Love Bambi." Stevie answers politely as she rests her head against his shoulder and yawns. "I show you gator."

She raises a little arm to show Steve the dark purple alligator she's been carrying the whole time. "He my fwiend."

"Oh he is,huh?"

"Mhm. Where mama an me lived before.. there were real ones!" her enthusiasm makes Steve laugh. "You like alligators?"

"Mhm! An fruit bats."

Steve laughs. "What about dinosaurs?"

"T rex!" she's giggling and when she holds on tighter to him, his heart melts. And the oh so familiar longing ache is back. Made worse this time by the fact that Nancy, the girl he held out hope to have it all with, she's finally moving on. Moving away, leaving Hawkins with Jonathan and while Steve is happy for her, it's killing him because he's realizing that there's a good chance that his dreams might not come true.

Nobody chooses him. Nobody ever wants to stay. He's never enough.

"Where did you live before?" he asks and she smiles. "New.." she pauses, little cheeks puffed as she thinks.

"I hafta ask my mama."

"Okay." He's laughing. "Let's go back over to her? Are you ready?"

She's giggling because he's giving her a piggyback ride. You laugh quietly and nudge Robin, nodding at him as he carries Stevie over to you on his back.

"Oh she's in love now." Robin laughs and you laugh along with her. Steve stops in front of you, letting you take your daughter off his back. And as you do so, your fingers graze against muscled shoulders and you suck in a breath. You step away, letting Stevie settle on your hip.

"We should probably go. It looks like there are people coming. " you nod to a group of teenagers approaching, some on bikes and a girl on a skateboard.

Steve nods. "Yeah. I'll uh.. I'll see you around." and without another word, he grabs his cigarettes, tells Robin he's going on a break and he's gone, vanished out the door at the back of the store. You're staring.

Robin speaks up. "He's had a really rough time lately."

As you say your goodbyes to Robin, one of the boys that comes in is calling his name, searching the store. Robin nods to the door. "Out there, dingus."

You leave with Stevie, going back to your aunt and Robin's trailer to drop off Stevie with your aunt so you can go out and look for jobs because you're determined to get settled in as quick as you can.

CONTINUED

"Steve? Are you okay?"

Steve doesn't answer Dustin, he only shrugs. Thumps his cigarette onto the pavement. "I'm fine,kid."

"You're not."

"I am, Dustin."

"I know you're not. Just talk to me." Dustin coaxes but Steve shakes his head, refusing. "Just a long day."

"Who was Robin hugging goodbye when we came in?"

"___. Her cousin and her cousins kid, Stevie."

Dustin grimaces because suddenly, he knows exactly what's wrong with Steve right now and it has everything to do with something Steve admitted when they were all preparing to face Vecna in March.

He saw Stevie just now, got reminded of his dream. The one he's giving up on. The one Vecna used against him when he tried to take over Steve’s mind during the whole thing. The one Steve goes above and beyond not to talk about, especially lately.

"Stevie.. like in Stevie Nicks?" Dustin chuckles as he asks, glancing over at Steve.

Steve shrugs. "Didn't ask. I uh..kept my distance. Let Robin and __ talk. I walked Stevie around the store a little."

"Yeah she yelled at Max that she had a pretty skateboard." Dustin smiles. “She’s a cute kid.”

"She using the dinosaur one again?"

Dustin chuckles. "Yeah. Said the deck is fucked on her favorite one. She said Billy ordered a new one but it won't be in for like.. six weeks because it was on backorder or something.. I still can't get over Billy Hargrove not being a massive prick anymore, man." Dustin laughs and the sound dies away as he gazes at his best friend. Noting the dark circles under his eyes. The way he's quieter. Less outgoing lately, he's started to spend more time alone than he does with nearly all of them. Dustin's worried that something's really wrong with Steve because Steve isn't like this. At all. So he's trying to stick close. Eddie keeps telling him he needs to. That they all need to. Says Steve is struggling with heavy shit.

"Stevie likes dinosaurs. 'S what she told me anyway." Steve thumps the cigarette pack against his palm again. "I'll be fine, Dustin."

"You're my best friend. I'm gonna worry." Dustin responds, tapping a sneaker against the pavement.

"You don't need to. I'll be fine, Henderson. Just realizing I wasted a lot of time up to this point. Did I really think she was gonna come back one day?"

Dustin puts an arm around Steve. "You loved her, man. Hope isn't a bad thing."

Steve shrugs. "Kind of is when you put it all in one person or thing. But it's fine. If Nance can move on.." He goes quiet, laughing at himself. Dustin speaks up. "You should too…right?"

Steve shrugs. "Somethin’ like that. I'll get around to it. It’s not exactly top priority anymore."

There's nothing like facing down what you think will be your death and beating it to put life into perspective. He knew hope for his dream with Nancy Wheeler was gone when he and Eddie Munson walked out of the station following a long interrogation on zero sleep just in time to see Nancy reunite with Jonathan. The way she looked at Jonathan.. it stung. But it woke him up and now.. he's just going to close this chapter in his life.

He pulls himself off the pavement and makes his way back inside with Dustin.

,, Maybe you don't give up on your one dream.. maybe just stop trying to seek it out and see if it'll come to you." this thought is conflicted by another, just don't bother. You're not enough. When Vecna tried to get in your head, he did have a few good points."

CONTINUED

Stevie goes bolting out the door as soon as she sees Robin get out of the passenger seat of Steve's car. After she hugs Robin at least four times, she wanders over to Steve's side and he opens the door. Stevie climbs into his car to sit and Robin laughs to herself as she watches.

The little girl is staring at the fading red scar that circles his neck and she knows she shouldn't. She knows it's rude but she's curious. And maybe she's a little afraid that whatever happened to cause it hurt her new friend. Little fingers raise and rest against the raised flesh. "Ouchy."

Steve chuckles and nods. "Yeah."

"When mama kisses my ouchies, they always get better." Stevie gazes up at Steve intently. "Mama sleep." Stevie mumbles after a few seconds.

"Yeah, Robin told me how far you two drove."

"Was fun. Mama took me t' parks. And this huge rocking chair."

"Stevie?"

"She's over here, Robin." Steve calls out to his best friend. Then he remembers the movie he rented under his account so Stevie could watch it. He reaches over into the seat and holds it out to the little girl to be rewarded by her, flinging her arms around him and thanking him. Then she holds up a stuffed t-rex to him. "You have? He protec."

"You should keep it." But she's shaking her head and she gives him this cute little frustrated look as she gestures to the neck scar he's been really self conscious about lately. "So that won't happen again. Please?"

Steve takes the t-rex and pulls himself out of the driver seat. "C'mon. I'll give you a piggyback ride to Robin, okay?"

Across the road, Max Mayfield is seeing all this and smiling to herself. "Maybe everything will be okay."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fic #<- my writing ● steve harrington #<- warnings | angst - swearing - single mom reader. reader was a teen mom too - see full warnings above #<- warning | female reader - female parts / clothing / personality and backstory. reader is borderline OC in that she's Robin's cousin.#-- if you want your dad!steve fix this is gonna be that. if you're into found families this is also definitely that.

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sebastianstangirl01 · 2 years

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Finally

Title: Finally

Pairing: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x Wife!Reader

Warnings: None really, just a cute reunion between Maverick and his family

Summary: Maverick is reunited with his wife and kids.

Authors Note: Maverick and Charlie never get together she is only the instructor.

“Mommy?” Y/N and Mavericks 3 year old daughter Grace asked leaning against her mothers side in the airport waiting area.

“Yes baby?” Y/N asked glancing down and smiling at the sleepy face her daughter was making

“Daddy?” Grace asked

“Yeah baby, we’re going to see daddy and Uncle Goose with Aunt Carole and Bradley. Are you excited?” Y/N asked and Grace nodded

“I wan see daddy!” Grace squealed and Y/N chuckled

“Daddy can’t wait to see you too baby, remember you have to be on your best behavior for me ok? We’re in a big place with lots of people so you need to stay in front of me at all times so I can watch you and your sister.” Y/N instructed the little girl who nodded her brown pigtails bouncing making Y/N smile and smooth her hair down before looking down at the 6 month old baby Katie who was fast asleep in her carrier.

“Otay mommy.” Grace said giving her mother that cute award winning smile she definitely got from her daddy.

“Y/N!” Carole exclaimed walking towards them with a suitcase in one hand and Bradley walking beside her holding her hand

“Hey!” Y/N smiled standing up and putting Grace on her hip as the little girl snuggled into her chest, clingy because it was getting close to her nap time

“How are my favorite girls? Gracie Bell give your favorite aunt some sugar.” Carole smiled sitting her suitcase down and reaching out for Grace who immediately wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck, giggling as Carole gave her a big kiss on the cheek

“Bradley you are growing like a weed, didn’t I just see you last week?” Y/N asked squatting down in front of the 4 year old

“I get big like Daddy, aunt Y/N!” Bradley smiled

“Yes you are!” Y/N smiled pulling Bradley into her arms squeezing him tight before kissing his cheek

“It seems like Katie Bug is having a great time.” Carole chuckled gesturing to the infant fast asleep making Y/N chuckle as she moved back over to her seat

“Yeah well she didn’t sleep very well last night, I’ve been trying to gradually wean her off breast feeding and she is not happy about it.” Y/N said and Carole chuckled sitting down beside her Grace slid off her lap and grabbed Bradley’s hand pulling him over to the chairs across from their mothers playing with Bradley’s toy airplane.

“I feel you Bradley nursed until last year, no matter how much I tried he would just throw a fit when I wouldn’t let him. At least until he discovered cheese burgers, then he tossed me to the side.” Carole said making Y/N chuckle

“Well right now I feel like a cow, Katie wants to nurse every few hours and sometimes Grace will too if she’s feeling anxious or tired or if she misses Pete too much.” Y/N said with a sigh

“You miss him too.” Carole said with a sympathetic smile

“So much, it’s harder than I thought it would be you know? Raising 2 kids alone while Pete puts his life on the line every single day, I wonder if I’m a good enough mother since all I do is worry if I’m going to get a call or a letter saying that I’m a widow. I couldn’t imagine.” Y/N said shaking her head and clearing her throat staring to get choked up, Carole sighed and grabbed her best friends hand

“Maverick is the best damn pilot in the whole Navy, there is no one in the world that I trust Nick to ride with more than I trust your husband. He would go through hell if it meant coming home to you and those girls.” Carole said and Y/N smiled and nodded

“Our boys make a great team.” Y/N said remembering all the stories that her husband has told her

“The best team.” Carole chuckled just as the intercom went off signaling that it was their turn to get on the plane. “Let’s corral the youngins.”

“Grace come here baby.” Y/N said standing up and picking Katie’s carrier up almost sighing in relief that she was still asleep, hopefully that meant she would sleep through at least half the flight, “remember what I told you ok, stay either in front of mommy or Aunt Carole at all times ok?”

“Otay mommy, can I hold Brad Brads hand?” Grace asked making Y/N and Carole chuckle as little Bradley blushed

“Sure baby.” Y/N smiled as Grace immediately grabbed onto Bradley’s hand making the little boy smile

“I think we’ve got a wedding to plan in the future.” Carole teased looking at their kids

“Don’t tell Pete that, he might have a heart attack.” Y/N chuckled knowing that Maverick doesn’t even want to think of his baby girl growing up; Carole smiled and nodded in agreement as they got their things together.

“I’ll carry your suitcase since you’ve got the baby.” Carole said grabbing Y/N’s suitcase that luckily wasn’t too heavy

“Oh are you sure?” Y/N asked

“Yep, we better go before we miss our flight. Bradley, you and Grace keep ahold of each other’s hand.” Carole told her son who nodded

“Okay mommy.” Bradley said as he and Grace swung their hands back and forth

Y/N carefully picked Katie up and grabbed her purse before they walked all walked toward their boarding gate. Each woman ecstatic to see their husbands again.

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The flight it’s self went pretty quick, Katie had woken up around half way through the flight hungry so Y/N threw her nursing blanket over her shoulder to cover herself up and not make anyone or herself uncomfortable.

When the plane landed Carole and Y/N had to practically restrain Grace and Bradley who were too excited to see their daddies.

“Mommy! Mommy! Daddy’s out there!” Grace squealed as they stood in the aisle waiting to get off the plane

“I know baby, we’ll see him in just a few minutes.” Y/N said as she bounced Katie in her left arm holding the carrier in her right, Katie basically refused to get back inside it, wanting to be held by her mother

Y/N and Carole had the kids in front of them as they stepped out of the plane and onto the stairs, one of the flight workers had offered to take Katie’s carrier for Y/N to make it easier going down the stairs.

“Grace and Bradley make sure to hold onto the railing.” Y/N told the excited children

“It would really ruin the day if they fell down the stairs.” Carole said making Y/N laugh

“Yes it would.” Y/N chuckled shaking her head

“Daddy!” Grace and Bradley exclaimed as they touched the ground and immediately started running towards Maverick and Goose who were rushing towards their wives and kids

“Grace! Bradley!” Y/N and Carole exclaimed before jogging after them, Y/N being careful to tuck Katie into her chest as not to jar her.

Maverick had Grace in his arms and was kissing her face all over making the little girl giggle and squeal, when he and Y/N locked eyes he carefully sat her on the ground where she was immediately pulled into the arms of her favorite uncle.

“Here, go get your man.” Carole said coming back to Y/N after reuniting with Goose, she took Katie out of Y/N’s hands and walked over to where Goose, Grace, and Bradley were Goose holding both kids on his hip

“Hey there darling.” Maverick smiled approaching Y/N with a bouquet of sunflowers, her favorite

“Pete.” Y/N sighed in relief practically jumping into his outstretched arms

Maverick chuckled as he lifted Y/N into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as she clung to his shoulders. Maverick smiled and kissed her face repeatedly making Y/N laugh before catching his face with her hands and connecting their lips in a passionate kiss, pouring everything they had into it.

“God I missed you so much.” Maverick whispered into her mouth

“I missed you, I love you so much.” Y/N smiled with tears in her eyes

“I love you too darling, so much.” Maverick sighed in relief that he had the love of his life in his arms again.

That night everyone spent time together as a family, Goose and Maverick had Grace and Bradley sitting on the piano in front of them while Maverick cradled Katie in his arms while they sung ‘Great Balls of Fire’ over and over again making Y/N and Carole laugh from where they were sitting at a table snacking on pickle chips and Mtn dew.

“You know, we can take the girls for the night if you and Mav want some alone time.” Carole said giving Y/N a smirk when she saw the way she had been looking at Maverick all night long

“What about you and Goose?” Y/N asked knowing that Carole has missed him just as much as Y/N missed Maverick

“Oh we’ve already reunited.” Carole said with a smirk making Y/N laugh, remembering the two disappearing for about a hour after they landed. “Just pump a few bottles for Katie to get her through the night.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked hesitantly

“Yes! Everyone woman deserves to get boned by their husband, especially if they are as hot of a couple and make cute babies like you and Mav.” Carole said and Y/N laughed grabbing a pickle chip

“Carole when was the last time I told you I loved you?” Y/N asked with a smile

“Oh I know it in my heart.” Carole smiled putting her arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

While Goose and Maverick were obviously best friends so were Y/N and Carole. They often leaned on each other while Maverick and Goose were gone; they helped each other with the kids, housework, when missing their husbands gets to be too much. It’s important to have someone to lean on during hard times when the one person you wish could be there can’t.

“Goose you big stud!” Carole exclaimed making Y/N smile

“That’s me honey!” Goose smiled

“Hey Mav.” Y/N yelled

“Yes darling?” Maverick asked with a smile

“Take me to bed or loose me forever big guy.” Y/N smirked as Maverick looked at her

“Goose.” Maverick said not breaking eye contact with Y/N

“Come to Uncle Goose, Katie Bug.” Goose said taking Katie out of Mavericks arms giving her a silly smile making her do that cute baby belly laugh

Maverick walked over to Y/N and grabbed her pulling her out of her chair making her squeal when he threw her over his shoulder.

“Pete Mitchell!” Y/N laughed smacking his butt

“Bye girls, mommy and daddy love you!” Maverick said blowing them kisses that Grace returned while Katie reached her hands up to play with Goose’s mustache

“Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!” Grace waved

“Bye baby!” Y/N waved as Maverick carried her out the door and to his motorcycle

“I’ve been wanting to get you alone all night.” Maverick said holding Y/N’s face in his hands, looking at her delicately

“You’ve got me.” Y/N smiled turning her head to kiss his palm, “but I swear Pete Mitchell, if you get me pregnant tonight I’ll kick your ass.”

“We’ll see about that darling.” Maverick smirked pulling her into a heated kiss.

#pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell x reader #top gun #maverick x reader #pete maverick mitchell x reader

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obsidiancreates · 10 months

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Icewild (Part 3)

"Hey man. Yer butt flap is down."

"What?!" Taishen reaches back to feel, his golden scales turning bright molten orange as he blushes. "So indecent! Thank you for telling me! Would you like me to check your backside?"

"Nah, if mines down its just a nice fuckin' view." Gideon chuckles deeply and puffs his cigar. "Not to brag or anythin'."

"Well... alright." Taishen peeks anyway, because even if Damien ashamed there are possibly still ghosts down here who might not want to see any bare behinds. Gideon is buttoned up fine, though the overalls are clearly too small for him. Taishen would feel bad for him about that if the man's regular clothes seemed like they fit, but they also seemed a bit small.

Maybe he does that on purpose. Why he would, Taishen doesn't know. It seems very uncomfortable.

"Well, uh, let''s see. I've never really handled plumbing before..."

"Then why the hell'd you offer to check it out?"

"Well, I figured if it's just frozen I could melt it." Taishen produces a gorgeous flame in his palm, a delicate and refined dancing flame that, though it may be the same as what he uses in battle, is more settled in this peaceful context.

"Oh-ho yeah. I can help with that." Gideon grins, his beard sparking and crackling like the beginnings of a wildfire. Taishen's flame is reflected in Gideon's eyes, but the reflection seems wilder, raging, all-consuming.

"Um... well." Taishen holds his hand out in front of him to light their way. "How-how did you unlock your powers, then?"

"Fuckin' born with 'em, man."

"Oh! You didn't have an grand adventures, or... meetings with great beings?"

"I mean... my Pa was a pretty great guy."

"Oh! So you get if from him?"

"Nah, Pa was human."

"... I'm not sure we're getting anywhere with this."

"Well, why're ya askin'? Weren't you born with yours?"

"Not exactly. My niece went missing, and while searching for her I met a great ancient dragon, who awoke the powers within me."

"... Pretty fuckin' cool backstory." Gideon nods. "Hey, quick question. Does your niece bite you?"

"Not since she was a baby, I raised her not to do such things!"

"Wait, you raised her?"

"Well, yes-"

"Geez, man, you outta talk with Gricko later! Couple a single dads, he'd fuckin' love that. Unless you're not single, then maybe it wouldn't be as fun for 'im."

"Well, I am single, but I don't see how that matters."

"Matters 'cause he is too."

"I don't know if we'll really have much to talk about anyway. His... daughter, seems... seem to be a different situation."

"How?"

"Well... she's an owlbear."

"And? All kinds of different fuckin' people in the world, man."

"No, that's not what I meant-"

"Guess I found out why you're single."

"I- well it's mostly because I'm exploring the world and trying not to freeze to death-"

"And how do you keep warm to not freeze to death? Having some fun, if you know what I mean, heh-heh." Gideon elbows Taishen, knocking him into the wall of the waterways by accident. Taishen gives a little shout and rights himself, used to such things from Barnabos but still caught off guards thanks to the current subject matter.

"It's really just not the time or place for that kind of thing!" Taishen gestures around them. "My life recently has been very much a life-or-death situation!"

"And?"

"And-! And so it's just not the time for that sort of thing!"

"... We're on different fuckin' pages, man. I sleep with people in the middle of major situations all the fuckin' time."

"And that's very disturbing to know, please do not tell me these things!" Taishen prays they're close to the opening to the cave. "I spent years raising my niece, and now I'm trying to survive long enough to get back to her!"

"Alright, alright, I get it." They walk in silence for a little while.

"... But just so you know, ladies love the fire tricks." Gideon takes a swig from his flask, swishes it around, tilts his head up, and spits out a fountain of fire! The whole corridor lights up, and Taishen shouts as he ducks out of the way.

"Goodness!"

"Fuckin' cool, right?" Gideon hands the flask over. "Try it, man! Just light it in your mouth and spit it real quick!"

"Spitting it seems a little gross."

"It's fire. Fire can't be dirty."

"Well, that does make sense..."

"Yeah, man!"

"Should you step out of the way? Can you be burned?"

"Eh, barely."

"Alright then..."

Taishen takes a tentative drink.

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Queenie sits on Jornir's shoulder. "Why're we watchin' this guy again?"

Torbek, but a few feet away, sits chewing on a rock. Frost uses his mind hand to remove the rock, and Torbek makes a sad noise. Frost gives Torbek a piece of soft wood, which Torbek also begins to gnaw on.

"His state... concerns me."

"Ha, no shit." Skrimm sits nearby, swirling a bottle of brandy. "That guy's life seems fucked, and that's comin' from me." He takes a big drink.

"Skrimm, didn't you say you can do that thing where you look in souls or somethin'?" Queenie sighs, leaning against Jornir's head. "I don't think he's very malicious."

"Oh, look at that! Finally someone asks about my powers!" Skrimm looks at Torbek. "I'll try it, but if I had to bet I'd bet all I'll get is sad."

Skrimm focuses on Torbek and, like how he can summon the Brutal Blade with the mere flick of a wrist, flicks something in his mind or soul to see in Torbek's.

After a moment Skrimm hears, whispered in the back of his mind and drifting to the forefront, the word content.

"He's just relaxing." Skrimm shrugs, leaning back again. "He's content. Guess the guy has some pretty low standards." Skrimm takes another drink of his cheap brandy and a bite of some definitely-gone-off cheese.

Jornir eyes Skrimm, but doesn't say anything.

Queenie hops off of Jornir's back. "Well in that case, I'm gonna go make him feel a little more welcome. Jornir's been glarin' at him all day."

"I am not glaring. I am just... looking."

"You've been glarin', Jornir, ya wear you're heart on your sleeve sometimes."

"... I do?" Jornir looks at Skrimm, who makes an exaggerated face of confusion and shrugs.

Queenie hops away without another word, right up to Torbek. Torbek startles a little when she does.

"Ah! Did Torbek do something wrong?! Torbek is only chewing on what Frost says he can chew on!"

"Why're you chewin' on anythin', honey?"

"Mmmm, Torbek is bored."

"So yer chewin' on rocks?"

"Torbek chews on rocks often."

"Well, how about we find you a game or somethin' instead, how's that sound?"

Torbek lights right up! "Torbek loves games! He helped Mr. Kremy rig them all the time!"

"Torbek!" Kremy hisses.

"He did though, Kremy," Gricko chimes in.

"We're not talkin' about the carnival with folks who didn't work the carnival!"

"Sorry, Mr. Kremy." Torbek shrinks down a bit.

"Hey, don't you be snappin' at him!" Queenie snaps back.

"Excuse you, he's my em- I mean, my friend!"

"Oooooh, Torbek doesn't want more fighting!" Torbek covers his ears. "Torbek wants to play that game, pleaseeee, Torbek will never ask for anything else!"

"Alright, alright." Queenie glares ar Kremy again while she takes Torbek's hand and leads him away. "There's some snow just over there at the edge of the clearin', you ever made a snow angel before?"

"Noooo."

"Well neither have I, but I heard they're real fun so let's try it out."

Queenie and Torbek head off, and Kremy keeps an eye on them until they're out of sight. "Gotta bad feelin' about that, fellas."

"Oh, what's the worst that could happen, Kremy?" Gricko says. "In fact, Hootsie! Why don't we go join them, ah, ah? Alright let's go!" Gricko and Hootsie race off.

"It seems like a bad idea to me as vell."

Kremy and Frost both scream and jump up, Frost's fur standing on end and Kremy's shadow wiggling like a snake in a trap.

"I am Ketrothstein, but ah, you may call me Ket." He nods at them. "And I am also stuck in this vorld vhere I do not belong, as I have heard you are, and I thinkve should vork together to all return to our homes."

#legends of avantris #icebound #once upon a witchlight #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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finerllines · 1 year

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christmas at mum's

a/n: hi everyone this is my contribution to @watchmegetobsessed fanficmas so go check out all of dory's fics. the prompt i chose is 'tradition? we have literally never done that.' this is also a little check in with charlie and harry from the love, charlie universe. i hope you guys enjoy, happy holidays!! <3

summary: it's charlie and harry's first christmas together as a couple and charlie has no clue how to behave

wc: 1.7k+

tw: none

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Charlie’s been in this position before, so there is no reason to feel so on edge and out of place. She’s been to Anne’s a thousand times, including during the holidays, and yet, her brain is on overdrive trying to sense any eyes on her, and then distract herself to forget that people are looking at her. A good number of guests are familiar, being part of Anne’s usual Christmas party crowd, herself included, but there’s something about this year’s party that feels different.

A hand reaches from behind her and tips her chin back. Then, she gets a kiss on her forehead.

“Hi lover, are you okay? Why d’you look so tense, huh?”

Right. That’s why.

This is the first time she and Harry have been around his family as a couple. In fact, apart from his band and colleagues, they haven’t really made their new relationship known to anyone, choosing to spend most of their time together in private. For her sake and Rory’s.

She turns back to face Harry. Her boyfriend. Her partner. Her lover.

“I’m okay, just … don’t really know how to act. It’s my first time being around your family since we, you know.”

Harry smirks. “Since we started swapping spit.”

Rolling her eyes, Charlie replies dryly, “Yeah, since we started doing that.”

“Well, mum and Gem already know, and I’ve already told them to not say anything to you or to anyone, because I know you’ll get all flustered and embarrassed. So, as long as you can keep your hands to yourself, we’ll just about survive tonight.”

She rolls her eyes again.

He rounds the sofa to sit next to Charlie. Her draw to him is undeniable and she instinctively leans into him. He reaches for her hand and brings it up to his mouth to kiss it softly.

“You wanna tell me what is really bothering you?” he whispers by the side of her ear.

“Nothing. Just don’t know how to behave.”

“Try again. I know that’s not it.”

She would be frustrated that he can see right through her if he hasn’t been doing this for years. Instead, she just feels embarrassed about what she’s about to admit.

“My parents aren’t here,” she mumbles.

Neither of them move at her admittance. Charlie feels Harry’s body tense and she mentally smacks herself for mentioning it, for punching all the festive cheer out of Harry’s body. They had come last year without her, making some excuse to account for her rare absence, while Charlie spent her first Christmas alone. Well, not alone, with her daughter. It’s not that Christmas is particularly special to her and her family - Christmas isn’t really celebrated in their culture – but the one Christmas-y tradition they had was going to Anne’s to have a traditional English Christmas dinner. They had never missed one. Until Rory came along. Then all of that happened.

Just as she goes to apologise for dampening the festive cheer, he beats her to the punch. “I’m sorry, it’s stupid of me to have forgotten.” His grip around her hand tightens and he starts moving his thumb back and forth on her wrist hoping to soothe her. “But now you get to make holiday traditions with your new family, with Rory.” Then, in a smaller voice, he adds, “And me.”

The lump in Charlie’s throat seems impossible to swallow, so she just nods. She can’t believe it. Harry, her gem of a partner, is disappointed in himself for not remembering something very sad that happened in her life – something that she chooses to never mention – and is still so hesitant to insert himself into her life.

Peeking behind her again, she sees that Anne and her guests are all still enthralled by Rory, who is happily making funny faces to her audience of adults. Quickly, she tilts her head up to steal a kiss, pulling away before he has time to respond, hoping to communicate her gratitude without words.

“Hey,” Harry whines softly then connects their lips again. For longer this time, allowing him to slowly savour her taste. A hand on his chest gently pushing him back causes him to pull away. “What, you embarrassed of me?” he jokes. But Charlie isn’t looking at him. Instead, she’s looking back at everyone else to make sure they’re still preoccupied.

“I don’t know about your family, but in mine, we don’t even have prolonged eye contact with our significant others. You may be okay singing about your kinks in front of the world, but I will not be caught showing physical affection in front of your mum.”

The seriousness of her scolding makes him chuckle.

“You’re adorable.” Harry pinches Charlie’s chin, provoking her to try and nip at his fingers. They settle back against each other with matching faint smiles on their lips. His arm is thrown over shoulders, his thumb gently stroking her cheek in a comfortable rhythm. “If it’s worth anything, I’m happy you’re here, as my lover, and I’m happy that Rory is here, and we three get to spend the holidays together. It’s tradition.”

“Tradition?” She turns to face him. “We’ve literally never done that. Rory only just existed last year.”

“Traditions have to start somewhere and this one is starting here on,” he checks his watch, “6.48pm, 25 December 2022.”

“Hmm. I guess I’ll see you this time next year, lover.”

Harry’s teeth clamp down tightly on his lower lip to try to contain the beam that wants to blossom across his face. Next year. She didn’t even flinch. Her voice didn’t waver.

They get called to the dining table to get ready for dinner before he gets a chance to slip too deep into his domestic daydream.

The last time Charlie was in Harry’s bed was when she was sixteen. It was the night before Harry’s audition and he had texted her in a panic, begging her to sneak over to help him fall asleep. She had nibbled through the skin of her bottom lip on the journey over, nervous at the prospect of sharing a bed with a boy, something she hadn’t done since Harry started having crushes on other girls. But all her reservations flew out the window the moment she saw her best friend’s red nose and teary eyes. Without saying anything other than an initial greeting, she crawled into bed next to Harry and let him rest his head on her shoulder and hug her arm to his chest as he fell asleep. He fell asleep almost instantly. But she was wide awake the whole night, eyes glued to the ceiling, brain running a thousand miles an hour as it tried to work out why her heart was racing the way it was.

This time, Charlie’s mind is racing but for a completely different reason.

“Stop looking at the door,” Harry whispers in the dark, “it’s locked. And mum’s not going to try and peep.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. Come closer to me and try and fall asleep. Santa’s not going to come unless you fall asleep.”

“You are so annoying. I hate you.”

Her hand feels for him under the duvet then shuffles over until her legs can tangle with his. Unsatisfied, Harry rolls over and wraps his arms around her body, completely covering her, tucking his head into the crook of her neck, letting the tip of his nose graze her soft skin.

His warm breath tickles her when he whispers. “Are you going to be this nervous every time we stay over at mum’s?”

“I told you, I don’t know how to behave around your family now. When Anne let me stay over as kids, she trusted that you and I wouldn’t do anything … inappropriate. And now –“

“- oh we’re going to do something inappropriate?” he jokingly interrupts. “If we are, we should probably go to the living room because Rory is right there.”

That earns his hair a firm tug.

“Stop making fun of me. It’s Christmas, you are supposed to be nice.”

“I’m sorry. You’re cute. Okay, we won’t stay over next year. You can be as inappropriate as you’d like in your own bed.”

She tugs his hair again.

“Don’t worry, okay. Mum is definitely already asleep and she definitely knows that we are sharing a bed.”

Running out of retorts, they lay together in silence, bodies melting into each other under the heavy duvet. Charlie feels his breathing slow to a steady pace, but her mind is still buzzing with thoughts.

“H? Are you awake?”

“Hmm.”

“What if …” she trails off, fingers now scratching Harry’s scalp. “Were you serious when you said we’d spend Christmas together every year?”

“Mmhm.”

“What if you can’t make it back for Christmas. What if you’ve got to do Christmas shows?”

His reply is immediate and confident. “I won’t do them. Or I’ll fly you guys to wherever I have to be.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Yeah. That’ll be okay?” Harry props himself up onto his forearms to look his beloved in the eyes.

Under his attentive gaze, Charlie’s face grows hot. “Yeah. I’d like that. And I think Rory would like that too. She’s grown attached to you. Sometimes she’ll grab my phone and tap her little fist on the screen. I think that’s her way of asking for you.”

“Fuck. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all year.” He drops his head in glee, resting his forehead against her shoulder. “I’m away from her too much. Is it okay that I feel like that?”

“It is okay, more than okay. I know it’s been less than a year and I said we’d move slow, but it makes so much sense to me. When I think about Rory’s first day of school or her moving her to a big girl bed, I think about sharing those moments with you. Does that scare you?”

“No, I want it.”

They find themselves wearing matching expressions again. All moony eyed and smiley.

Tired of just marveling at his beautiful face, Charlie slots her lips between his to kiss him soft and slow. “Merry Christmas, lover,” she whispers softly. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Harry leans down to press his nose against hers. “Merry Christmas. I can’t wait to make new traditions with the both of you, lover.”

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el-ly-sha-give-no-f · 2 years

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Camera and Blessing

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AUTHOR NOTE: hello, FINALLY I HAVE THE URGE AND ENERGY TO POST, I’ve been doing better now, so like I said before I've been working on father!reader imagine, so here's the first one, Wolff reader, Enjoy! let me know if anything wrong, enjoy and NO repost or COPY my work okay?! love you guys and have a great day! <3

WARNING: yelling? arguing? but flufffffffffffffffff

PAIR: Wolff!reader x Lewis Hamilton

PRONOUNCE: she/her

WORDS: idk

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Hi, Im y/n Viss Wolff, and yes daughter of the famous Toto Wolff, Im working with F1 as a Mercedes Photographer and my dad's Social Manager. Yeah, I’m actually not into the F1 world, I like Photography! I mean look at it! they're so peaceful. At first when I told my dad that I want to become a Photographer, he kinda doesn't like it.

I ask him why, first, it is because I need to travel and explore outside of the country, that means I have to go alone and it's dangerous then i’m gonna be away from my family, second of all, he said I need to become his Legacy, but I said that I’m not into racing, I was pissed off at that time but he still insisted.

After how many months I begged him, only God know, he finally gave up, he let me become a photographer but on two conditions, that I become Mercedes's special photographer and his social manager. I don’t care, at least I reach my dream work

The first year when I’m part of the Mercedes team, it's was the hardest year of my life, a stressful and depressing year. My dad and Susie have been helping me with a bunch of stuff, the other Social Manager helped me too and other people around the paddock give me a lot of motivation. Oh, by I mean people around the paddock including 'Lewis Hamilton'. When I met him for the first time, I was starstruck, I was so excited to meet him earlier that day, I know I said Im am not into F1 but, what did you expect when your dad talk about him almost every day, of course, I have a little crush on him.

But all of that happened 3 years ago. My feeling toward him become growing.

By that means I have been working with dad for 3 years, it's getting better now. They had my back since then and Im very happy that I live around awesome people.

Right now, I’m at Mercedes paddock , preparing my Canon camera that i bought it myself 2 years ago. I know Mercedes already prepared a camera for me but I don’t want to share it with other photographer cause I’m afraid that they’re gonna delete my works accidently or not.

But I don’t know what happen with my lense today, I’ve been wiping it for almost 6 minutes. I’m glad that today activities ir I can say “work” is not much. Just take some picture, handle my dad’s interview and edit some of my pic then send it to Mercedes Social Media Handlers. That’s it. Like usual.

I heard someone footsteps walking toward me, I look up from my camera lense, It’s Lewis walking toward me, he’s wearing Mercedes official T-shirt. I saw him him smiling at me I reply with my smile back. He gives me a tight hug. His hugs is my favourite thing in this world well other than “foods”. We pull away from the hug.

“Hi Darling, how are you?” He greet me

“Hey Lewis, not much, just preparing my camera right now, as you can see on this table, It’s a mess, I don’t know why my lense suddenly became blurry when I want to used it earlier” I hand the lense to him and he take the lense from my hand and take a look with it.

“well I don’t know much about camera, I’m not a camera nerd like yo-” I smack his arm as I give him a death stare, he raise his arm surrender “I’m joking, well lady, this is your sign to buy a new lense” he suggest made me laugh.

“In your dream Lewis Hamilton, I think it’s just because I don’t wipe it properly but I’ve been wiping it for 6 minutes straight, besides, this lense is my favourite lense cause’ my dad bought it for me as my birthday present last year and I use it since then, kinda hard to replace it with other”

“oh you’re very loyal to this one eh?” Loyal not just for the lense but for our love if you want to know.

“yeah, yeah, kinda like that” I reply

-we talk for a while-

“well Lewis, I think you need to go” I said to him

“why? you want me to leave you?” what the fuck are you doing Y/n. “wait no no, not like that, you still not changing into your into your race suit yet and I know my dad not gonna be happy about it, especially 30 minutes before racing” I rumble

“ He He He, his not gonna be mad at me, besides-” he wrap his arm around my neck “I want to meet my bestfriend before the racing start”.

ouch, that hurt. “bestfriend”. Not me hoping for him to call me his lover.

Like I said my feeling for him is growing, I mean three years! who doesn’t... I’m afraid my dad gonna be mad if I date his ‘Top Driver’, my dad has been teasing about this before but I keep denied it maybe he react is a good react. Well, maybe one day Y/n.

“LEWIS! we need you right now” my thought was interrupted by someone voice calling for Lewis. I see him nodding to the staff.

“I guess, this is it, goodluck for today, and don’t worry about your camera lense, I think you just need to wipe it little bit more” he suggest

“well earlier, you said you’re not one of a camera nerdy like me, I’ve been your friend for three years! I don’t know you’re an camera expert Lewis” I joke

“whatever you said nerd” I smack his arm again, he remove his arm around my neck and looking at me, “I’ll see you after race” he said and he kiss me on the cheek, even though it’s an a quick cheek kiss but it is enough to make me blushing. I look him and see him smiling before, he turn back and walk away.

I’m standing still, blushing, God Damn that smile.

I’m so gonna tell this to Susie! I pack my stuff not worrying about my lense anymore. I put all of my stuff in my backpack and run to find Susie.

Turns out, I bumping into dad instead of Susie.

“hey you,little miss! why so rushing?” He ask me

“nothing” I reply and laugh, I’m ready to go and find Susie again, I turn around and start to walking when I feel someone hand pulling my arm and I turn around. It’s not my normal dad, instead it’s my serious dad. I sigh. This old man.

“what happened?” he ask me again.

“what do you mean what happened? nothing happened” I answer.

“I’m your dad and your shit doesn’t work for mr kid so don’t lie, I know you for the whole of my life, and we made a promise before, no secret between us , no secret between father and daughter” He remind me.

“you done?”

he nod.

“Well” I smile and doze out while I’m thinking about what happened earlier.

I feel soft smack on my head, and I return to the present, this time it’s not only Toto but Susie too.

“ouch, what was that for” I ask, rubbing the spot where my dad smack me.

“I ask you to explain, not dozing out!”

“okay okay, but since when you’re here?” I ask Susie

“since earlier” she wiggle her eyebrow

“kay kay fine Lewis...” I see my father tense up and raise his eyebrow, “he kissed me-” I got cut off

“WHAT?!!” well here, I heard two types of “what” one is the fuss “what” and one is the excited “what”. But both of them caught everyone around us attention

“SHHHHHHHHHH” I put both of my hand on their mouth, they look around and look at me back, both of them remove my hand from their mouth, one harshly and one softly we all can guess who.

“No Y/n!” I look at Susie who already looking at Toto.

“what do you mean no?!” Susie ask his husband

“cmon his my driver”

“and?” I confuse

“if you guys together, yours relationship will distract him!” he state

“dad what? what about the tease before about me and Lewis?, when I close with Lewis, how come it’s not an issues and it’s never distract him before?”

“that’s different you guys are friend not dating” he’s argue

“what’s the different, he still your driver, not that one day if I date him suddenly he’ll move to Haas team” I argue back

“stop it y/n! you never discuss with me before you do anything that you want to do”

“what’s the connection with this situation?! this is nonsense!”

“y/n listen-” I cut him this time

“no you listen!, I’m not a child anymore dad, if this whole problem relate with my career path to you you are insane, you always remind me before, past is past! What’s up with you changing your mind?”

“y/n when I say no, It’s a no, can you please just listen to me”

“okay you both, stop it, three of us currently at public, it will get media attention! why don’t you guys continue discuss this at home tonight?” Susie try to remind and calm us, almost forgot that Susie here with us too.

“well here the things, we’ve not even together yet but I’m glad this all happen, cause’ at least I already know how you’ll reacted, whatever you said, handle your interview yourself today” with that I walk of from Mercedes Paddock and start to take some of pics.

-[RACE START/RACE END!!!!]-

Lewis did a really great job! P1! word can’t even describe how happy I am for him, despite what happened earlier. I’ll try to ignore it.

I make my way to Lewis, I call his name and he turn around, I see him smiling and coming towards me, his smile always light my mood up,it’s just, beautiful.

he give me a tight hug and I hug him back.

“congratulation on your win Lewis, I’m so proud of you! you deserve this!” I congrats him excitedly

“thank you so much y/n, this is for you and the team, without you guys I- I don’t know what will happen” he confess

we pull away from the hug.

“y/n actually-” someone call him and he turn to look at the Mercedes staff

“Lewis we need you at the podium!” he nod and turn to look at me again.

“I need to go, duty call, see you later love” he kiss my forehead before he walk and go behind the stage.

I smile and walking to the in front of the stage, me and the team cheering when Lewis standing on the podium, and I take a couple pictures of him holding his trophy with my camera, after that I see my dad looking at me, don’t want to argue again, I look at Lewis currently soak with champagne , I smile before walking back to the paddock.

--------------- TIME SKIP!

Me,dad and Susie arrive home, I look at watch on my wrist currently showing solid 10pm. Jack probably already sleep, it’s passed his bedtime, I miss him so much, even though we don’t share the same blood, but I treat him as one. Despite my mother don’t want to take care of me, she’s long gone, gone from mine and dad’s life. I walking to go to my room tiredly.

“y/n” I heard dad calling my name softly, enough to make me tears falling from my eyes, I stop walking, and slowly turn to look at him.

I wipe my tears, before I ask him

“what?” trying to control my tone

“I leave you guys alone, I’m gonna see Jack and Kate(jack babysitter)” she said and walk out from the living room and go to Jack’s bedroom.

My dad standing in front of me and start talking again.

“first, i just want to say sorry, it’s never been my attention to hurt you or your feeling or anything at all, as your dad, I know i’m not the want who will choose your decision, your career or who you will going to date, I am so sorry y/n”

“when I saw you and Lewis talking at the paddock earlier, I can see he’s the one for you, he’s the one that can make you happy in the future and he’s the one that can take care of you besides me” he continue

“I know my reason to why you can’t date Lewis is nonsense, like you said earlier, I’m just afraid that you will be far away from me,it’s not because it will distract Lewis no its not, I know I have Susie and Jack, but losing you is one of a thing that I’m not ready to face it yet, I realize i was wrong”

It’s makes me tears up more after I heard what came out from my father mouth, I hug him and continue crying on his shoulder, I feel he rub my back softly.

“Dad, it’s okay, you’re not going to lose me, I am your forever daughter, I’ll never gone from your life, I promise you, I will be with you forever, please remember that, and you don’t have to apologise, I also was wrong, I overreacted and I’m sorry too”

“its okay sweetheart, it was nobody fault, remember what I said, past is past” he remind me

“past is past”I mumble quietly.

“Please never leave me to handling my own interview again, it was stressful” he said and i laugh.

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after that happened we never fight after that and Lewis confess his feeling for me and I told him that I feel the same, my dad already warn him, if he ever makes me cry or hurt my feeling just know what will happen to him. Yeah typical dad things.

END!

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waiting for superman | m.s47

title: waiting for superman part 3

characters: you/reader/catherine, mick schumacher

summary: when your father (a former ferrari mechanic) was diagnosed with alzheimer's, your world turns upside down. you had to give up your city life, get back to your village to take care of your father. but what hurts the most is being so close to him and seeing him not remember you (catherine) as well as every precious moment in his life with you. you start to questions about everything until mick schumacher (your childhood best friend) comes back into your life and teaches you life lessons that you're sure will remember forever.

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sebastian vettel would do anything just to bring the memories back into karl's mind. from the moment he met karl through michael, to when they start to hang out, to when they have a casual midnight stroll even though he was too young follow the adults. he doesn't care if it takes weeks or months or years. he won't give up. he is willing to redo everything he did with karl if that's what it takes to give karl his memories back. and if he's given a chance for a wish to be granted, he would wish to heal karl's disease.

he might look unaffected with karl's disease because he thought he needs to be strong for you, but truth to be told, he is crying and heartbroken inside. he hates watching the zero reaction coming from karl. that distant look when he doesn't know what sebastian is talking about. that stutter when sebastian asks if he remembers (and he has to ask if karl remembered).

once both of them reached the karting club where you and mick used to be a part of, sebastian had stories in his mind. he had mentally prepared and organised those precious stories he will tell. will it be about how michael scolded a kid because he pushed mick to the wall and got disqualified? will it be about how you often beat mick and he comes home sulking (especially when gina did nothing to comfort him because she supported you more)? will it about between the dads---about how your father being the typical dad with michael, standing too close beside the circuit, watching the kids racing with a bottle of beer in their hands. people would think that michael and karl would obey the rules as audiences since both of them were a part of the f1 team, but sometimes, they're just someone's dads.

"i don't think they were allowed to have an alcohol at an event full with kids but you and michael never mind the rules. it's like both of you were a couple of high school seniors that even the principals cannot touch." sebastian chuckles. "and sometimes, michael would be the honour to hand the trophies to the winners. he would pass his beer to you before taking it back soon after the ceremony ends."

your father doesn't understand why sebastian is laughing. he could not imagine what sebastian is telling him about. the story... the story about him and this michael guy who was his best friend seems close to his heart but too far to reach at the same time. he doesn't remember meeting this michael guy. he doesn't remember having a friend named michael. he doesn't remember working with michael.

"oh and did i tell you that your daughter was in a karting club?"

i have a daughter? karl thought.

karl slowly shakes his head. he looks disappointed at himself for not knowing this new character in sebastian's story. but he caught sebastian saying the word 'daughter' as if he was reminding him that he's married and has a kid. but when did he marry andrea? and where is andrea now? if they have a daughter together, andrea must know and she would want to hear this story too, right? karl doesn't want to believe sebastian but the daughter's name sounds familiar to his ears. it's the kind of name he would want to name his daughter one day.

"yeah. she was a member of a karting club. but it was mick who introduced it to her."

"how was she?"

"she was amazing! she picked up fast. it only took a few months for her race against mick even though they're in the same team." the image of little you and mick racing side by side in the kart circuit flashes behind sebastian's mind as if it only happened yesterday. "she beat mick few times. and when she does, mick would sulk and ask your daughter to play other games with him. games that he'd good at though we all know that catherine is just as good as at other games."

"she sounds like a tough girl." karl smiles at the thought of his future daughter.

"back then, you and michael used play bets on catherine and mick." sebastian laughs again. when he first found that out, sebastian yelled at the dads. he remembers preaching in front of michael and karl, telling them how it's not nice to play bets on their children. "but you guys claimed that you will keep the bet money in the kid's college fund. it sounded like a good idea. like another way to save up but i personally would never do that to my kids."

if it weren't because of your father, sebastian didn't know that he still remembers these at all.

"so what happened then? did she stop?"

it takes a few seconds for sebastian to realise that your father is talking about you.

"she said that racing isn't for her. she pursued engineering instead." sebastian smiles, proud of you as if you're his own child. "but she was good at what she was doing. you must be proud of her."

"only if i remember," karl says under his breath, didn't miss the grammar sebastian used.

was. karl wonders what happens to his so-called daughter. why was it a 'was' instead of 'is'? did something happen that made her change career? did she left her family? did she die?

the sadness in karl's voice makes sebastian wants to tear up. he thinks karl doesn't deserve this illness. if this disease is due to him not using his brain that much, sebastian would accuse the doctor being a liar. because as far as he knows, karl was one of the people who used his brain a lot when he was healthy. his brain worked like a computer, like it's programmed to store things with personalised tricks and cheat codes. he always knew how to fix a car. he was always precise with his work, never left things almost done. he rarely made mistakes in the garage. so why, god, why and what did he do to get this ugly punishment?

and then there is you that crosses sebastian's mind and he cannot help feeling sorry for you too. even though he hadn't known you since you were born like mick but it definitely feels as if. he knows how close you are with your father. after all, there weren't anyone in your life except you two (though occassionally with your nanny). no mother. no other siblings. no aunts and uncles. one world and there's you and your father making memories together as you grow up.

but now, not only you lost your hero but also your dreams. you had to give up your dreams right when you were the happiest in the world for living in your dreams because being an engineer was what you wanted ever since you were a little girl. you had to give up that thousands of grands job. you had to give up the tall windows, high ceiling, gray-painted walls apartment. you had to give up the lifestyle that you began to love while living in the heart of switzerland. you have to give up everything.

"karl." sebastian smiles. one that doesn't reach his eyes. "i know you won't remember me or catherine or michael. and you don't remember anything we did together, but i want you to know that you and catherine are always in my prayers."

karl's heart warms. he doesn't know what he did to be given such a kind-hearted man in front of him. he doesn't even remember catherine or me or michael.

he feels like saying something, but he doesn't know if that's the right option to do now because he might ruin the moment. instead, he keeps quiet, stares at the younger man.

"and it's okay if you don't remember."

karl's heart feels like to explode. again. what did he do to be granted with such human being?

"it's tough on us," sebastian continues. "tougher on catherine, i imagine, but she loves you still."

if karl could do anything right now, he would want to meet this catherine girl and tell her that everything will be fine. that he is fine and that he loves her too.

marc and franco. they were the employees who worked with karl back when he works at the workshop after retiring ferrari's mechanic. and today, when sebastian brings karl to the same workshop, marc and franco are still there and looking as if they never aged even one year. if it weren't because of the white hairs, people would think they're still in their 30s.

"sebastian?" franco's eyebrows knitted on his forehead.

sebastian's smile gets wider than when he first hopped out of his car after pulling his car to a stop in front of the workshop. he enters the workshop deeper, approaching franco for a hug that they hadn't shared for a few years.

"hey, franco."

"oh my god! you're getting... bald!"

it's not sebastian's first time to have someone judging his appearance though. mick had made a remark on his bald spot too. his wife hannah never let him forget about how he looks way older than his age and looking different every time he gets home in between races. he knows he could grow hairs once he's taking hiatus on f1 after the end of the season.

"marc! marc! come here! see who's here!" franco had called his business partner. and as if there was an emergency, marc emerges from the deep of the workshop looking worried.

"what? what is it? did something---" he stops himself as soon as he sees a familiar figure standing close in front franco. "sebastian? oh come on here, you little piece---!"

and they share a hug but unlike with franco (where the hug was tight, warm, friendly but short), marc makes sure that sebastian could feel every limb on his body including what's down there. uncomfortable, sebastian pushes marc to break the hug while trying to hide a cringe on his face.

"oh i almost forgot," sebastian says before turning around in search of karl. "karl, do you remember who they are?"

just like what sebastian expected, karl shakes his head. maybe he should shop asking karl if he remembers.

"this is marc and franco." sebastian smiles at the older man. "they were your bosses when you were working here after retiring ferrari's car mechanic. they were two of your good friends too."

marc and franco glance at each other. they just met a few days ago. marc and franco and karl at karl's house. they were talking and laughing, though as strangers, but it seemed that karl had a really good time with them. it's crazy how karl doesn't recognise them though it's only after a couple of days passed.

it was as if it's karl's first time seeing marc and franco because there was no trace of recognition in karl's eyes when they look at each other. marc and franco wanted to go for a hug but when karl nods his head, gave them a polite smile, they know they totally lost their good friend.

"don't take it too personally with karl," sebastian tells the two ruggged-looking man in front of him.

"never, sebastian. but it's sad to see him that way. it's only two days ago since we last saw him," franco says.

"how's his little girl?" marc asks as he and franco lead their two guests into their waiting room.

sebastian smiles tightly. "probably still the same since you last saw her."

"she told us that mick is home. are you staying here with your family?"

"i wish," sebastian answers.

and the three of them begin talking like there's no tomorrow. and with a company of the good, chilly weather and hot coffee, the environment seems perfect for the three dads to play catch up after so long not seeing each other.

as sebastian, marc and franco continue talking in the other end of the garage, feeling not needed there, karl takes his time looking over the tools on the silver trolley. they recognise one or two of them. okay, maybe only one. a screwdriver. what else they have here? a T-thing with two different heads? hammer. a retractable object with marks and numbers on the metal? measuring tape. other complicated tools your father doesn't recognise. air compressor, dismantled gear, tyres spanner, sport rims. there is a car on a blue platform without tyres and karl doesn't understand why.

there are so many things in the garage. things that make karl thinks maybe he knew too well these before but no matter how hard he cracks his brain, he doesn't know and understand almost 90% what's going on in the automotive workshop. everything looks so foreign to him now. he looks like a guy entering a make-up store. but one thing he knows that the longer he is here, the harder the pound in his head.

sensing the uneasiness on karl's face, sebastian politely tells marc and franco that they have to leave. marc and franco promise that they'd see sebastian again next time he visits. and soon when they arrive back at the schumacher's, sebastian leads karl into the house. karl says he needs to use the loo.

feeling a little light from the good day he'd spent with marc and franco, sebastian forgets that karl needs every help a healthy person has to offer to a sick person. sebastian barely remembers that karl has dementia, so without thinking anything, he merely nods his head and tells karl that he's going to be in the kitchen when he's done using the loo.

but karl doesn't know what he isn't capable to do so he instinctively, he nods his head when the blonde man told him that he'll be in the kitchen. why is he in the kitchen? karl wonders to himself. he's going to the loo and the blondie will be in the kitchen? okay, then karl thinks it sounds like what other people do so when he started to his journey towards the loo because he really needs to use the toilet. only after a few minutes looking around, he couldn't find a way to the loo.

where is the fucking toilet? karl asks himself as he ventures the whole first floor of the house. he walks pass the kitchen door---he sees a blondie making a something at the counter against the wall. he walks pass the living room but when he sees no one there, he continues walking ahead. he walks pass a hallway---he sees several pictures in big frames hanging on the wall. he stops in front of a door and tries to open it---it wouldn't budge. he returns to the living room, sees nobody else, sees the front door but ignores it, walks pass the kitchen. if there were people who didn't know karl's disease, they would think this man is utterly stupid for not seeing a small door a few steps after the kitchen because that's where the toilet is.

and he does this for several times. until he forgets what he was initially looking for. feeling uncomfortable pacing back and forth between the walls without remembering why he was here, karl walks to the front door. he opens the front door, leaves it open, and steps outside. without looking back, he walks straight ahead, turns right and continues straight. and that's the last time the house sees karl until you get back.

sebastian was emotionally tired when he finds the abstract wallpaper on the schumacher's kitchen wall interesting. corinna has had it for years. he doesn't remember exactly when but it's been there forever. sebastian has been meaning to ask corinna what's so special about the wallpaper but now, as he looks at the wallpaper while his emotion feels like a tornado, he begins to understand why corinna hadn't removed it or changed it.

the canvas is starting to get yellowish despite being an expensive art piece, but the colours (though bright) they give sebastian's mind a peace that he didn't know he needed today. it's true that sebastian is genuinely happy with himself today. it feels like an accomplishment to bring karl out for a drive but there's something in the drive and the memories makes sebastian exhausted.

the smell of hot coffee gives another peace of his mind as the hot mug radiates a comforting warmth towards sebastian fingers and hands. after taking a single sip, sebastian sighs. the taste of the coffee brings him back to earth. his eyes caught a small digital clock corinna put on the kitchen island. something snaps in his mind.

"karl." his breath hitches. "oh my god, karl."

sebastian reluctantly puts his coffee mug down (because the coffee is still hot and is still only a quarter empty. he quickly checks the toilet for karl and how worried and scared and angry he is when he didn't find the man he was looking for there. his heart makes a jump in his chest when he couldn't find karl at the living room, other rooms on the first floor, at the kitchen even though seabastian was at the kitchen the whole time. it was on his second round when sebastian realises that the front door is ajar.

"oh no."

sebastian could hear his heart beating loudy in his ears as he fishes his phone in his pocket. but luck (if you could call this luck) that just before he taps on your name in his contact list, he hears your car entering the driveway. he deeply, deeply sighs. the tremble of his hands lessen by two percent. when he hears two car doors shut, he realises that despite being an f1 driver who had been taught to work under pressure, but in real life when he has to deal with something else, he is the opposite of the person who was taught to work under pressure. good thing you came back on time.

"always keep him in your peripheral," sebastian hears the echo of your voice, reminding him before he took your father for a drive. "always show him. even though he doesn't remember, always talk to him."

yes. he should've remembered those 30 minutes ago when your father told him that he wanted to use the loo!

sebastian heads for the front door. he walks straight out of the house (the front door is open wide, after all). he sees the scowl on your face. that crease on your forehead is so deep. you're running away from someone while shouting something back at him. when sebastian sees mick appears from behind your car, he realises that you and mick are having an argument.

shit.

sebastian stands still at the porch, tries to understand what were the arguments about. your voices sounded muffled in his ears but even so he could catch some phrases like "her" and "love you" and "justine" and "we". the loud thump of his heart in his ears overshadowed the rest of the sound in the world around him, but as tries to get himself back onto the earth, he realises that you and mick are actually confessing.

for having to spend a lot of time with mick on and off the paddock, sebastian knows something about mick that you don't know. for instance, sebastian recognises the love in mick's eyes whenever he's talking about you even though you haven't seen each other for years. he admires your hardwork while chasing after your dreams. he mentions your names here and there when he's talking to other people outside of interviews. he is proud of you so much that he didn't realise he had created speculations.

but sebastian wonders and he had once asked mick why he didn't try to see you back at home when you're only less than an hour away. after all, you were still in contact with gina.

"i don't know. i feel like she's avoiding me."

maybe mick was right. maybe you were avoiding mick because you were trying to get over mick. you had a career. you had your own apartment. you had your own car. you had your freedom. you thought it's time to get over mick and try to date other men. though at the end, you miserably failed. your dad got sick. you returned home and still in love with mick.

even though it sounds ridiculous to be having an argument about love at the moment, but maybe this is the time for mick to finally confess his feelings towards you too even though your father had went missing. because sebastian has seen it for a long time in mick's eyes. maybe even from the start of him knowing mick. maybe mick hasn't realised it. maybe mick needs his time to understand what he's feeling. when sebastian finally hears those powerful words, he is happy for mick. but your father karl erberhardt is still missing!

justine and gina aren't home yet and you might feel relieved or glad because you don't have to see her pretty face on the territory but that doesn't matter now, does it, because you're having an argument with mick to notice justine's car isn't anywhere to be seen. hearing the fuss, corinna exits michael's room and meets sebastian at the porch. her forehead creased with confusion.

"what's happening?" corinna asks.

"i lost karl."

corinna is too shocked to to say anything but she does worry about her husband's bestfriend.

"and now his daughter and mick are arguing about their love and their feelings."

"are you being serious right now? how could you be standing here? break them!" corinna pushes.

it's not that sebastian doesn't want to break the argument but he knows what's bubbling inside mick's mind and how he's been keeping things from you. so here, right now, even though corinna is glaring at him for stalling, he was only giving mick the space to express himself out. he waited for a few more minutes. when he thought the argument was over, he sees you pushing mick again. now he gives you another chance to talk to mick and as soon as he realises that the argument has died down, that both of you are calmed, sebastian lurches forward.

"catherine. it's about karl."

your father's name is like an alarm to your brain, like once you hear "karl" or "your father", your focus and attention, even though you were sleeping one second ago, you will be awake one second after. sebastian looks pale when he tells you what's happened. he worries about a lot of things but even so, he tells you everything.

"i'm sorry, catherine. i understand if you can't trust me again after today but i swear i didn't mean to lose him."

"no, seb. it's okay."

no, truthfully, it's not okay even though this is not the first time you or annie or anyone lost your father. not when you've warned them to always keep an eye on karl. because someone who has alzheimer's may look like he understands what you were telling them, but they're actually not so you always have to be careful with them. there's always something like this happen every time karl meets his friends or someone brings karl to see their other friends. they were so caught up in the moment that they tend to forget karl is forgetful.

with creased on your forehead, you fish for your phone inside your jeans pocket.

"catherine---"

you look up at the aston martin f1's driver. sebastian's heart skips a bit when your eyes meet him.

"i know i won't be able to sleep tonight if i don't say this so just listen to me, okay?"

sebastian prepared himself with the curses that you're going to throw at him, or meanful things you'd shout at sebastian to let the neighbours know how the fourth-time world champion is useless at taking care of an ill person. knowing you, you might even do more than these but it surprised him when nothing of what he expected came. instead, he sees calmness in your tired eyes. your lips looks like they're ready to give him a smile to make him calm down.

mick, standing close with you and sebastian, now realises that this is the first time he sees sebastian looking so messed up. but it amazes him more with how collected you look while dealing with the situation. mick thinks that, if this happened to him, he wouldn't be able to even talk to sebastian right now.

"i'm sorry."

"sebastian, it's okay. i'm not mad at you." you give sebastian an assuring smile and squeezes his shoulder comfortly. "now i'm going to make a few calls. i'm going to tell annie and the police. and then we're going to look for him."

both sebastian and mick watch you making some phone calls silently while waiting for you to finish. neither of the men speaks any word as if the they're the one who had that argument a few minutes ago. but to think again, maybe they're just as anxious as you are so no matter how hard they tried to move their tongues to talk, they just can't.

after both annie and the police are notified, you return to sebastian and mick.

"alright. we should split up," you say still calm. "maybe sebastian can go back to the workshop and see if my father's there. mick can cover the park. i'll try look for him at the church."

both you and your father rarely go to the church but there's a cemetery behind the church compound and there, your father's mother was burried. you never knew her but there were several times where you'd follow your father visiting her grave when you were little. no visit as you grew older but after getting alzheimer's, you found him at the grave on several occassions. people in the neighbourhood too. and they'd be the one who would bring your father home if not to the police station.

"no way we're splitting."

"no. it's too risky," sebastian agrees. "it's getting dark. we should look for him together."

sebastian was right. and it's better to be safe than sorry so you agree with sebastian's suggestion. all three of you hop into your car with you driving since you know your father's favourite spots better than the other two. sebastian at the pessenger's seat and mick at the back by himself.

you didn't know where to start. should you start with the farthest? sure, but marc or franco would probably call you or sebastian if they found your father at the workshop. should you start a little closer like the church? he might know how to go to the church from your home but not from mick's house. your father didn't even recognise the street, the trees and the mick's house itself. should you just get home then? because what if your father somehow knew his way home from mick's?

no, no, no. that would be impossible even though it could happen. his father doesn't even know the way home from the police station or from the park or from the church or the cemetery.

the car is silent as you drive slowly around the neighbourhood, keeping an eye on every man that you see even though he doesn't look like karl erberhardt from behind. mick at the back is trying his best to do the same thing as you with his blue eyes but once in a while, you would catch him looking at you through the rear-view mirror as if checking up on you. you're not sure why you roll his eyes at him though. maybe you're just tired. meanwhile beside you, keeping the windows down, sebastian's lips are moving. he's praying.

"come on, dad," you whisper under your breath, but you know that with the silence in the car, both of the men hear you. "where are you?"

you thought of turning around and driving back towards the karting club but it's too late now, does it? the sky is already dark. the temperature has dropped. there's no way you could see in the dark with only your mobile phone's torchlight. all hope of finding your father nearby fades. but just as when you're thinking of returning home and wait for him there, your phone rings. you quickly reaches for your phone in the cup holder and sees the familiar telephone number on the screen. it's the local police station.

"catherine?" the same woman who picked up your call just now calls you. "we found your father."

the heavy sigh that escape your lips caught mick and sebastian's attention. two sets of eyes are on you. two sets of ears are focused on you. they're waiting for the answer. you put your phone on loud speaker.

"where?"

"the station."

"the station?" you wonder. "you found my father at the police station?"

"he came here by himself."

pressing the acceleration paddle harder, you drive towards the police station above the speed limit but what do you care. you need to see your father before your body explodes. by the time you reach there, a policeman already opens the door for you and when you enter the police station, you see your father is sitting on one of the many chairs in front of the report counter. there are another two policemen in the room---one behind the counter and the other sitting beside your father.

"dad!"

when karl turns around upon hearing a woman calling someone 'dad', it was merely a reflex. one where you spontenously turn around when you hear someone else calling for other people especially when her voice is too loud in the police station. but apparently, the woman is approaching him. her eyes are glassy as she opens her arms for him. and again. it's by reflex when he returns the woman's hug.

"oh dad!" the woman says. "i thought i really lost you."

karl frowns above the woman's head. his eyes catch a few other people in the station. all men and all are looking at him and the woman he's hugging. all look sadly relieved but aside from the three policemen, who are the other two men standing near the door? is the younger man the woman's boyfriend and the older blond man his dad?

"uhm. girl? i'm so sorry to ruin the moment but i'm afraid i'm not your father."

in the embrace, he feels the woman stiffens. slowly, when the woman breaks the hug and looks up at him, he sees the same dark hair and dark eyes as his. he sees the same smile andrea has. something in him tugs. he is still not sure if he's married to andrea and they had a daughter this big but it looks like the woman already knows him. or even if he knows her, it's because she lives together with him in his ma's house. and if he's not mistaken, she is the woman he lives with along with another older woman who helps him take his bath.

"oh, dad! thank god you're okay!"

"i'm---i'm sorry to interrupt you, girl. but---but you're not my mother...?"

the girl gulps. "no, dad. i'm your daughter. christine."

"daughter?" karl frowns. "i have a daughter? i'm married?"

"you were. but mum left us when i was a few months old so it's only us."

"andrea would do that?"

the woman's face twitch in disgust. did andrea do something to her? or did she do something to andrea? he rufused to believe the latter because to him, andrea is his happy pill. the one who knows how to make him smile. the one who knows just what to do when he's upset. the one whom he loves all his life.

"are you from the future?"

if this woman is not andrea and not his mother, then she's either a stranger or someone from the future, right?

part 4

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