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blue-aconite · 10 months

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it was just a kiss || j.h.s

Summary: A night at the Hard Deck takes a turn when Jake confides in Mickey about some personal matters.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, jake has feelings, no use of y/n (reader has a nickname), fanboy is the ultimate bestie, drunk rooster is a menace to society

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader

Authors Note: Based on this prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting. Thanks to @writercole @demxters & @seresinsweetie for looking this over for me!

“The girl with the bachelorette party has been eyeing you all evening.” Fanboy handed him another beer, perching onto the bar stool next to him.

Hangman looked over to where the group of girls were seated, catching the eye of the brunette that had been trying to get his attention since they arrived. The girl gestured towards the doors but he shook his head, giving her an apologetic smile.

“Dude, what are you doing? She’s hot.” Mickey slapped his arm, eyes wide as saucers.

“I’m not interested.”

Fanboy looked concerned, swivelling around on his chair. “Alright, let me get this straight. For the past month, I’ve seen countless women approach you, yet you’ve turned them all down. What’s going on?”

Jake snorted into his beer. “Nothing. I’m just not interested.”

“Can we please just have a human conversation? I know that underneath all of those protein shakes and hair products is an actual human being called Jake, and not Hangman. So, stop trying to avoid the subject.” Mickey leaned back against the wall, knocking his knee into Jake’s.

Jake stared at Fanboy for the longest time, not knowing what to say. He opened his mouth but no words came out, so he settled back against the wall as well, keeping his eyes on the floor.

The Daggers had been permanently stationed at Top Gun since the Uranium Mission, instructing and flying together. Jake tried his best to play nice, offering to drive most of them home from the bar at times and buying beers on their nights out. He had made an effort to try and interact more, trying to show interest in their lives but he didn’t think that the rest of the group, save Javy, had actually accepted him into their little makeshift family. He still felt like he wasn’t truly a part of the group, but Mickey’s concern told him that maybe he was wrong.

Fanboy shifted slightly, putting his beer away. “Jake. You can talk to me.”

“I didn’t think, uh, I mean -”

Fanboy smiled, patting his arm reassuringly. “I know. I know you think we don’t care, but we do. If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. But something is obviously bothering you. If you’re not comfortable with me, Javy might be a better option?”

Jake didn’t know what to say. He waited for the punchline, where Fanboy would laugh and mock him but it never came. Mickey was being sincere. The WSO just waited patiently, fingers drumming on the wooden bar behind them.

“You know, you remind me of my brother.” Mickey picked at his jeans, pulling at the loose strings over the knee. When Jake didn’t respond, he kept on talking.

“His name is Diego. He’s the oldest. There’s five of us, by the way. He’s just like you. Walls up so high you can barely see past them. He always used to make fun of us when we were kids. I hated it. But when I got older, I realised that he was only doing it to push us. Mom and dad put a lot of responsibility on him and he did the best he could.”

Jake listened as Mickey rambled on, the uncomfortable pit in his stomach lessening the longer Fanboy kept talking.

“I know you’re doing the best you can as well. I know that you taunt Rooster with the sole purpose of making sure he pushes his own limits. I can tell. You push us all to be better.”

He swallowed thickly, trying to make out what had transpired in the last 20 minutes. “How? How can you tell?”

Mickey grinned widely. “Like I said, you remind me of Diego,” he grabbed the bottle again, “you’re one of us Jake, even if you don’t think so.”

Jake decided to throw caution to the wind and believe what Fanboy was telling him. If it was all true, then maybe he could talk to him. Maybe he could start being a part of the group. Before he could even open his mouth, Rooster appeared out of thin air and threw an arm around his shoulder.

“HANGMAN! The lady over there is asking about you!” Bradley leaned in closer, as if he was going to share a secret. “I think she wants to fuck you.”

Fanboy snorted loudly, startling Rooster. “Fanboy, didn’t see you there! What do you think, do you think she wants to fuck him?”

A bright red flush was covering Bradley’s cheeks and his eyes were slightly unfocused and glazed over.

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Rooster, how much have you had to drink?”

Bradley was leaning onto Jake now, his head on his shoulder. “You know, you smell good. And your hair is very soft.” Rooster patted Jake’s head, smiling stupidly at his teammate.

“Okay buddy, I think we should get you home.” Bob appeared, slinging Rooster’s unoccupied arm around his shoulder, supporting most of his weight as he pulled him off of Jake. Bradley made a sound of protest as he was separated from Jake.

“No, I was gonna help Hangman get laid. There’s a lady over there, and she’s got the hots for him.” He waved in the general direction of the bar.

“He isn’t interested. So you can go home,” Fanboy laughed, pushing Bradley’s hand away as it aimed for his head.

Bob tried to get him to move, but Bradley turned in his grasp, almost losing his balance. “You’re not? But I was gonna help.” He pouted, leaning back onto Bob who grunted under the extra added weight.

Jake didn’t get the chance to answer as Bob hauled Rooster away with the help of Payback who had snuck up on them. Bradley complained the entire way, waving excitedly to Penny at the bar as his teammates practically carried him out of the door.

“I guess that’s it. You two coming with us or what?” Nat sauntered by, Javy following closely.

Jake was about to agree but Fanboy beat him to it. “In a minute. You go ahead.”

They waved goodbye and Jake itched to follow his best friend. Now it was just him and Mickey. Even though he was about to spill his guts out right before Bradshaw interrupted them, Jake hesitated.

“C’mon, let’s get some air.” Fanboy left his seat and Jake had no choice but to follow him out onto the deck. The sun was long gone, the pale moon taking its place. He could hear the waves crashing against the shore, people laughing further down the beach as they sat around a bonfire, sparkling brightly against the darkness.

“I could tell you were actually going to talk before Rooster interrupted us. Still want to?”

Jake hesitated for a moment before slumping back against the wooden rail. “Have you spoken much to the new team of mechanical engineers that arrived a couple of months ago? Like, Mercury for example,” he sighed as he nodded towards the window. Through it, across the bar, he could see Mercury sitting with her friends.

Mickey stretched out his legs in front of him. “Sure. Mercury is badass. Her team is much better than Rogers and his idiots.” Their former mechanical team had been replaced by Mercury and her co-workers at the beginning of spring. Everyone preferred the new team.

“Well, you see, uh. A couple of weeks ago, I ran into Mercury. And we’ve hung out a few times, outside of work. And I…” Jake trailed off, not knowing how to continue.

Fanboy turned to him, eyes wide. “Are you telling me the reason you’ve been turning down all these women is because you’ve got a crush on Mercury?”

Jake’s heart hammered in his chest, gut twisting slowly. “It’s not that. Well, partly. I can’t stop thinking about her, no matter how much I try to occupy myself. I miss her when I don’t see her for a couple of days and I feel like, I don’t know, all giddy and shit when she smiles.”

“It sounds like more than a crush. So why the sad face man?” Fanboy nudged his side.

“I kissed her. Well, she kissed me. We kissed. And after, she said ‘it was just a kiss’.” Jake deflated with disappointment, trying to hide just how much her response actually hurt him.

Mickey stayed quiet for a while before speaking. “Did you say you wanted something more?”

“I told her that I knew it was just a kiss but asked if it had to be just that.”

“What did she say?”

It hurt more than Jake liked to admit to revisiting what happened after their kiss. “She said that while she liked me, she knew of my reputation and had no intention of being another notch in my bedpost.”

Fanboy clicked his tongue. “And that’s why you’ve stayed away from all the women. Trying to show her that you’re serious?”

Jake hadn’t anticipated for Mickey to see right through him. The emotional turmoil of opening up like this, to have someone listen and not mock, was jarring. Jake didn’t exactly have a lot of those people in his life. But Fanboy stayed, listening patiently as Jake talked.

“Yes. Her words hurt but they’re true. I’m just trying to show her that I’m willing to change, for her. That I have changed.”

His companions' next words cut deeper than they should. “You’re in love with her. This isn’t just a crush.”

He hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself. Love wasn’t something Jake was familiar with. It scared him, to be vulnerable and open with someone. To let them see every part of him. But it was true. Over the course of a few short weeks, being in Mercury’s company had him breaking all his own rules as he realised that he did love her.

“Yes.”

“Then you should tell her. Tell her that you’ve changed, for her. Tell her that you love her.”

Jake sighed. “I can’t. She doesn’t feel the same, she made it very clear.”

Mickey slapped his arm, startling him. “Dude! Stop. You said that she said she liked you. If your past is the only thing stopping her, then you need to tell her,” he paused for a moment before lowering his voice, “and you deserve someone, Jake. You deserve love.”

He didn’t want to cry but Mickey’s words brought a wave of emotion upon him. He swiped at his face, trying to hide the tears.

All of what Mickey was saying went against everything Jake had ever been told. His father always told him he was no good and that no one would ever want anything from him. That he would never amount to anything. Never achieve anything.

“It’s okay man. I get it. You’re scared. But in the wise words of my abuela, ‘To love is to be scared. If you’re not scared, it’s not worth it’.”

Jake laughed, a watery sound before wiping his face again. “She sounds like a smart woman.” Jake took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts.

Mickey laughed as well, eyes sparkling. “She’s the best,” he looked past Jake, eyes trained on something outside Jake’s field of vision. “If you were to tell Mercury, what would you say to her?”

Jake took a moment to ponder, trying to put his feelings into words. He guessed it was too late to turn back now, Mickey had already seen parts of him he hadn’t shown anyone in years.

“I guess I would tell her how she makes me feel. That her smile brightens my day and that I want to make her laugh. That she makes me push myself to be better, both for myself and her. I’d tell her that I love her, even if it scares me. That I’ve changed and that my past doesn’t matter. She’s the only one I want.”

Fanboy clapped his hands together, smiling widely. “Good.”

“What do you mean ‘good’?” Jake turned but Mickey wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were trained behind him, shit eating grin in place on his face.

Jake turned his head, his eyes landing upon Mercury standing a few feet away, bottle dangling from her hand. He immediately choked up, hands growing clammy as he tried to find his voice. The look on her face told Jake she had heard everything.

“I’m gonna head back inside,” Mickey pushed off the chair before murmuring, “Remember what I said. You deserve love,” to Jake. He then sauntered back into the bar, saluting sloppily as he walked past Mercury.

Jake held his breath, counting to twenty as she approached him, sitting down tentatively in Fanboy’s abandoned seat. Neither of them spoke at first. Jake’s heart was beating so hard against his ribs that he thought it would break free. His palms were sweaty and he wanted to bolt, rush back inside.

“You love me?” She quietly asked, hands twisting in her lap. He desperately wanted to reach out and intertwine their hands but he wasn’t sure it would be welcomed. Mercury chose for him when she grew tired of waiting for an answer.

She reached over, clasping one of his hands between her own. “Jake. Talk to me.”

Mercury was staring at him with a gentle smile. Her face was open and inviting, making Jake feel braver. He could do this.

“Yes. I don’t know when it happened.” She laughed, squeezing his hand. “Does it matter when it happened?”

“I guess not.”

Neither of them spoke after that but there seems to be no need. All Jake focused on was the feeling of his hand between hers, the way they both seemed to breathe at the same time. It’s peaceful.

“I’m sorry that I said it was just a kiss,” Mercury murmured while tracing the veins on his hand. “I wanted to say it was more than that, but I didn’t want to get hurt.”

“Hurting you is the last thing I want. I want this. Us.” Jake squeezed her hand back, intertwining their fingers. He desperately wanted her to repeat his earlier words back to him but he didn’t want to push her either. He knew he loved Mercury. He could wait while she sorted her feelings out.

After all, he hadn’t exactly planned on telling her nor even approaching her.

“Jake?”

He hummed contentedly, the feeling of her hand in his calming him down better than any trick his therapist had ever taught him.

“If you want to, I’d like that kiss to be more than just a kiss. I want you. Truth is, I think I fell in love with you when we went hiking. I know that’s so long ago and I’m sorry for not telling you but -”

Jake cut her off, cupping her face and pressing their lips together, smiling into the kiss. She loved him. It was all he needed to know. They’d figure the rest out later. If Jake had it his way, they’d have the rest of their lives.

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azaprocky · 11 months

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┃ pairings ➣ 〔 ❛ platonic f1 drivers x reader ❜ 〕

┃ summary ➣ 〔 ❛ emma chamberlain's vlog got taken over by formula 1 drivers. ❜ 〕

┃ face claim ➣ 〔 ❛ Nailea Devora + Bianca Bustamante ❜ 〕

┃ warnings ➣ 〔 ❛ cursing ❜ 〕

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❝ On the way to Ferrari's motorhome, (Y/n) is calling me like crazy, she clearly missed me ❞ Emma said to her camera, walking to the paddock on the way to Ferrari's Motorhome that's currently stationed in France, once she had arrived to the Motorhome, the 23 year old driver rushes to give her a hug that almost knocked her over "I missed you so so much" (Y/n) kisses the cheeks of her childhood friend

"Aww look, maybe Ferrari's It Girl isn't all that tough" Emma gushes with the camera having a full view of the interaction "Shut up" (Y/n) pushed her friend Jokingly "Oh fuck here comes Lord Perceval" the female driver said in a jokingly disgusted tone looking at the older Ferrari driver who's walking to their direction "Emma what are you doing here?" Charles hugged the youtuber greeting her, while mouthing to (Y/n) "shut up, Mickey Mouse" the nickname referring to where (Y/n) had wore a Mickey mouse costume when she was a child on Halloween.

"What happened to 'hello?'—'How are you?'—'My name is—' " (Y/n) clapped back to the Monacan after breaking the hug with her childhood friend, "yeah, like eversince he became a multi millionaire he acts like he can ask women whatever he wants" Emma said teasing the Monacan driver who just seem to roll his eyes at his friend's antics "oh I swear to God I will put a fucking pencil on your eyes, stop rolling your eyes, here take my camera, your bad vibes is like bumming out my entire existence right now" Emma handed her camera to the 25 year old driver

"What am I gonna do with that— omg you're filming a vlog!" the older Ferrari driver excitedly said as he snatched the camera from the girl's hand "Vlog takeover—Hey Carlos!" Charles singsonged to the camera while calling out to the Spanish driver who's making his way to the younger girls who's conversing and Charles who's putting his literal face to the camera, the Spanish driver hugged Emma "Hi Emma!—what is Charles even doing?" the Spanish looked at his Monacan team mate with judging eyes

"I'm doing a vlog takeover and say hi to the camera" Charles said to his team mate putting the camera quite close to the Spanish driver's face "Hello Everyone!" Carlos said to the camera rolling his eyes to his friend in contrast to his smile that was displayed on his lips, while the two older drivers continued to talk and goof around the camera, the younger girls was now Infront of (Y/n)'s Ferrari car with (Y/n) teaching Emma the basics of F1 cars "Chassis is the main body of the car which the engines and suspensions are attached, Power unit is the term for engine, Sidepods keeps the car as tight and possible—" "Wait hold on, is there any safety feature in here?" Emma questioned (Y/n) slightly interrupting her discussion "I was about to get to that, this bad boy right here is Halo " (Y/n) touched the bar that is positioned on the top of the driver seat "Keeps us drivers safe whether there's an incident occuring, aside from the helmet" (Y/n) explained to her friend "So you ready?" She continued, Emma looked at her confused

"Ready for what?" She asked "YOU'RE DRIVING AN F1 CAR! PLEASE PLEASE" (Y/n) pleaded giving her friend the biggest puppy eyes she could master "WHAT?! no, nope, no way" Emma walked backwards as to run off from her friend but (Y/n) gets a hold of her wrist "Give me an acceptable reason first." The Brunette argued

"Because Ferrari. wants. clout." (Y/n) said to her childhood friend in a serious tone but still smiling while the nervous vlogger was looking at the white and red car unsure what to reply to her "what's in it for me?" Emma muttered as she huddled closer to the girl, I mean why would she agree immediately if she just saw her life flash through her eyes while her friend was explaining earlier, there must be an exchange for her friend's deal.

" i mean Ferrari will be paying for your extended 3 days stay here in France" The Ferrari driver offered confidently, she knew her friend would agree to this for mountful of reasons, her right hand was now offered to the now grinning brunette "deal " Emma spoke with ease as chuckles escaped from her lips, she has to admit that this was a dumb idea but anything she will do to let her stay here in France for a few days and to just avoid being in Los Angeles, a place she wanted to avoid for too long now.

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Charles and Carlos

While the two girls were currently in the Ferrari motorhome, the two older Ferrari drivers are on their way to the McLaren's humble abode not until they came across two alpha Tauri drivers who was currently filming a video for Yuki's YouTube channel.

"YUKI" Carlos screamed catching the attention of the Alpha Tauri drivers, "He runs like Cookie Monster whenever it sees a cookie" Charles spoke to the camera while displaying Carlos who seem to be now carrying the Japanese Driver

"OMG, PUT ME DOWN!" Yuki screamed "my son, how I missed you" Carlos had put down Yuki who has a clear discomfort look on his face "wow, like I wasn't even here" Pierre said to the Spanish driver who was clearly just paying attention to the younger alpha tauri driver, "You're not as valuable as Yuki, stop acting like you're all that Mate" Charles entered the conversation with the camera still intact with his hand and is beside Pierre "Oh really? not like you're just as important to (Y/n), actually yesterday, she said that she'd choose Daniel over your stupid ass" Pierre said pretending to do a hair flip on his hair

But before Carlos could reply to the other french driver's 'joke' Daniel and Lando approach the four

"Hey guys" Daniel was the first one who spoke from the McLaren drivers followed by Lando snatching Emma's Camera "Let me take over, Leclerc!"

"I'm about to—" Charles said trying to reach the camera from lando who was now running far from him, "Hi guys" Lando said posing for the camera with Daniel also joining to pose "so this is the feeling when you're a vlogger—" before Lando could even finish the sentence a sudden voice was heard from speakers around the paddock "This is Ferrari's (Y/n) (Y/l/n) speaking to the mic, can I call for the attention of Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz—"

"do you know who holds your Camera em? .. Yeah, unfortunately it's in the McLaren motorhome .. how did you even know that?! .. Gps, the camera costs me 500 dollars and memories ain't wasting that money for just someone to steal it ..."

"Ehem" (Y/n) clears her throat "And also callingfor McLaren's Lando Norris or Daniel Ricciardo, or whoever holds Emma Chamberlain's Camera, please go to Ferrari's Garage, thank you and goodbye" (Y/n) added walking out of the room and heading to the Ferrari's Garage

"I'm Nervous, what if I die?!, who's gonna feed my kids?!" Emma panicked, she was now using her phone to vlog slightly regretting giving Charles her vlog camera

"You'll be fine, You can do this!" (Y/n) cheered for her childhood friend while Emma was still asking herself what did she do to have gone through this point, as they enter the Ferrari garage they immediately saw Lando, Daniel, Charles and Carlos joking around with Emma's Camera, the four was greated with a now racing suit Emma fuming about them being careless about her camera "I swear if you break this Camera, you will never ever see the light of day" Emma ripped her camera from Lando's hand as she gave it to (Y/n)

"Hey not fair"

"If we were careless, (Y/n) wouldn't even holding it right now"

"True"

"I saw Lando almost drop it—"

"DANIEL—"

Despite the ongoing protests of the drivers, Emma rode the Ferrari car, a camera span to her face and her flashing a heart before gearing it up, she held her breath and remembered the things that (Y/n) said to her, but damn she forgot

"if I die, then I die" Emma said to herself as she start the car.

(Y/n) heard all of it she couldn't help but laugh at what her friend said, "She is going to die" Charles said to her laughing as they monitored Emma through a tv.

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thewriterg · 8 months

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𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

pairing(s); johnny castle x fem!reader,

summary; ever since she showed up johnny was practically all over her and if he wanted to have her he could for all you cared but he protested the deal —angstober day; 15—

word count; 1.6k+

warning(s); jealousy, angst, Johnny only wants ONE woman, crying, pet names, arguing, readers nickname is doll/dolly, biker/punk coded reader, dirty dancing ofc, and language

playlist; lover boy by sylvia and mickey, I wish it would rain by the temptations

A/n:—GIFs; @fruitblr & @duchessofhastings— GIF does not determine race also the lack of dirty dancing fic is disgusting and disrespectful

“You know, Johnny missed you Dolly we all did” Penny smiled walking up to staff cabin having already dropped your stuff off at your personal dorm cabin you were glad to be back for in time for the ending show of the summer

“I missed you guys too, you throwin’ a party?” You questioned a teasing underline in your voice at the faint sound of blasting music getting more clear as you both strolled on the boardwalk

“Always, Johnny’s jaws gonna drop” She stated in a matter of fact tone a wide smile on her face throwing a directed look to your attire a size too big leather jacket, a fitted black top that rested above your belly button, flared jeans that hugged your hips yet let your calveshave roaming room, and a pair of boots to match

“I know what else is gonna drop” You hummed rolling your hips in a mock performance while the blonde made gaging sounds in the back of her throat while you snickered at the sight before opening the familiar doors dancing bodies moving around the floor your eyes peered around until they landed on Johnny dancing or attempting to with a brunette head filled of loose spirals it didn’t bother you sometimes you’d have to have different dance partners when it came to performances hell Penny had been filling in for you the two weeks you were gone and neither of you took it to heart but if either of you were questioned about grinding and rolling your hips a little harder on someone at a party to get the other one jealous you’d be lying

You split from Penny and took a hold of a random blonde he took no protest as you rolled your hips on him and he thrusted up to meet your hips with a matching rhythm and you appreciated him for nonverbally letting you lead you kept the pace building the passion back up in your movements before you hiked your thigh up against his hip that he grabbed onto letting you lean back while he trailed his hands against your exposed hips a knee in between your thighs there was now cheering and whistles building up along the crowd catching Johnnys attention his view was blocked from the warm bodies forming a circle around the attraction he left the girl known as Baby to go up to the ring of fire not expecting to see you dancing with someone else a grin instantly etching on his face as the song came to an end you you partner swung you up from the floor and you pat him on the shoulder in a farewell you turned to partway not expecting to see those familiar blue eyes staring back at you and it caused a uncommon smile to make its way to your skin

You met eacother halfway way smashing your lips together and suddenly the applause was louder than ever as your black painted fingernails rested on the back of his pale neck and his rough hands rested softly on your hips you didn’t break apart until your shared favorite song came on and you smirked at him in response circling his standing form as if he was prey and you could hear low whistles mixing in with the rift of the song Johnny mirrored your hungry expression as you ran up to his form your heeled boots dragging against the the wooden floor jumping into his hold and hips leaning backwards crossing your ankles against the back of his thighs while he took hold of your lower body before propelling you up so your knees were now on his shoulders your crotch directly in front of his face you whistled out to Johnnys cousin Neal who wore a cowboy hat that he tossed to you and you caught it putting it on top of your head one hand holding it down and your other arm imitating a lasso rolling your hips and whipping your hair on the brunette who’s lower half mirrored yours his steps precise yet loose and wild Baby watched you with admiration and well meaning envy she wish she could move like that

or even have enough confidence and courage to do so

💌💌💌💌 (begin; love is strange by mickey and sylvia)

You and Johnny stood in the dance studio he rested a hand on your hip as you rested an arm on his shoulder he purposely messed with you slouching his shoulder his arms loose and floppy and you snickered as he trailed down your body from your chest to your lower abdomen before shimmying away from his hold while he dramatically dropped to floor staring up at your form you swayed your hips to beat before turning to the brunette who mouthed the lyrics to your favorite part of the song

“Sylvia!”

“Yes Mickey?” You mouthed back doing a ‘come here’ motion with you index before trailing behind the folding screen you silhouette peeking through

“How do you call your lover boy?”

“Come here lover boy!”

“And if he doesn’t answer?”

“Oh lover boy?”

“And if he still doesn’t answer” Johnny was up on his knees now shaking his head that moved the strands of his hair you finally trailed from behind the changing screen locking eyes with the the brunette

“I simply say, baby” You took less than three steps before lowering to the floor crawling towards the man while he did the same in imitating the occasional guitar rifts until you finally met he lowered his head into your stomach dragging it up into your chest bringing the both of you up to stand

“Johnny?” You heard a soft yet carrying voice calm out in the dance studio footsteps carrying up the short staircase and your eyebrows furrow as he quickly parted from you Inching towards the record player and you look to see Baby staring back at you her brown eyes darting between you and Johnny

“I-I’m not interrupting anything am I?” She questions and you shake your head grabbing your jacket from a stray chair your steps that were once loose and non caring now stern and forward as you approach the first step the brunette calls out to you in return

“Dolly! I’ll see you soon alright?” He continues when you looks back to him after a moment and you don’t return his gratitude before trailing down the stairs the sound of the door slamming behind you bouncing off the walls you weren’t twenty steps away from the building before Johnny was sprinting towards your frame holding your arms since you wouldn’t have stopped walking otherwise

“What’s going on Doll? Whats the matter you just stormed ou-”

“Seemed like you had a secret to keep so you know, I just helped you out” You shrugged your tone more sarcastic than it usually was something he had noted over the years you did when your feelings were hurts

“Come on Baby you know it’s not like that” Your eyebrows furrow and you laugh interrupting him as he looked at you with furrowed brows as you shake your head in disbelief a fabricated smile on your face

“What the hell did you just call me?” You pry his hands from your arms taking a large step back a space forming in between the both of you that he was begging to fill you ignored his desperate attempts of explanation

“Johnny in the last fifteen years we’ve known each other and the last three we’ve been together you’ve never, called me Baby so save me that shit” You hissed before storming off to the personal dorm cabins

💌💌💌💌 (begin; I wish it would rain by; the temptations

“Go away!” You yelled out there had been knocking on your door all day at different time periods you knew it was Johnny and you didn’t want to talk to him and you hated that you were crying over it god why were you crying over that, that fucking prick

“Come on Dolly it’s me” You hear Pennys voice slip from the small crack underneath the door and for the first time since you’d made it to your room you peel yourself from your bed dragging your feet as you swing the door open the short haired blonde looking over you with a small frown on her face at your appearance

“Oh Doll” She whispered bringing you into her arms inching you towards your bed until you fully yourself dip and she takes your hands in hers with a small sigh

“Now listen to me Dolly, Johnny loves you like nothin’ else, you’ve been one of the only… stable thing in his life and he needs you. He only wants you, not Baby, or any tourist, only you. He was an asshole for what he pulled but I promise you as your friend that he doesn’t want anyone else but you so please don’t let this end you, so go get him, go on!” You nod tearfully lifting from your position jogging out of your cabin and towards his the numbers of his doors glaring at you

You took a breath before knocking on the wooden door and before you could back out it swung open and you were met with the sight of Johnny teary eyed his nose red and eyes puffy, his lashes wet he brings you into his embrace pulling you into his cabin

“Please Dolly I’m sorry, I-I’m sorry Doll, please don’t leave, please don’t leave me” He sobbed into your you stomach having dropped to his knees arms wrapped firmly around your waist and you pet his hair shushing him gently tears in your own eyes, running down your face, dripping from your chin, and onto his forehead

“You have to promise me, promise me it’s only me… that you’re not into her” You whispered and blue eyes looked up at you eyebrows furrowed

“I swear on my life I don’t see anyone but you Doll, you’re my life the only person who hasn’t left god Dolly I breathe you” He sniffled and you get down onto his level as you hold each other, rocking each other,

being there for each other.

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ladyelissarose · 1 year

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‘My Desert Flower’

Jake Seresin x girlfriend reader - nickname, ‘Poppy’

Warnings? FLUFFFFFFF

Summary: After coming home early from deployment overseas, Jake is happy to come home to Texas to surprise his favorite girl as they celebrate his mommas birthday

Jake Seresin had just gone back from overseas after a successful mission, but, the thing was that he had arrived on land much earlier than scheduled. They were planning to be home until two weeks later.

So with that said, he figured that he’d give his family and girlfriend, Poppy, a good surprise. All his wing buddies agreed to drive him to the airport, and the whole way there they teased him about being a softie when it came to talking about his girlfriend, the green in his eyes shone so brightly and his cheeks gave off a light pink shade of color, he looked and acted like a crushing high school boy. From seeing this look on Jake, Bradley and Natasha concluded that he was head over heels for his girl. Javy and Reuben tried to mimic Poppy’s voice to tease Jake and call him pet names. Bob and Mickey just laughed and went along, they were too shy to emerge, but had fun either way. But Jake laughed the most and was all happy smiles, because it was true, Jake was deeply in love with his sweet girl Poppy. He met her while she was taking a trip in San Diego, and she had stopped by to say ‘Hi’ to Penny who was a best friend but also her babysitter from when she was a little girl. But what was supposed to be a short ‘Hi and Bye’ soon led to her staying the whole afternoon till evening as she chatted happily while catching up, but that’s when her eyes landed on the tall blond man who had walked in with a fitted black t-shirt and some aviators hanging low on his nose, then her ears fell for his sweet and flirtatious words as he kindly and respectfully greeted everyone around him, including her. Poppy had tried to play off her interest in him for most of the night, but the minute Jake asked for her number, she didn’t even hesitate to say yes. But she was quick to explain that she was only in San Diego for short time, but that’s when Jake asked where she came from, and in that moment he knew that he’d have for for a long time. Poppy explained to him that she came from Houston, Texas to be exact. Jake immediately told her that he was born and raised there too, and that maybe there they could get to know each other more, and see where they went with that. Which soon turned out to be 3 years in a wonderful relationship, Jake loved his girl, she was loyal and caring, always waited for Jake to come back, sent gifts and necessities overseas to him and his fellow sailors, even spent lots of time with his family to stay close and get to know them more too. Poppy had a masters in child development, and worked as a teacher for adorable preschoolers. All this he shared about her to his friends, and was grateful to see how happy they were for him. But Jake was more excited to know that soon he’d be able to see her again, as he said his goodbyes to his fellow aviators, and received loud smooches on his cheeks by Natasha and Javy who couldn’t stop the teasing. Jake promised them that soon they could all meet up and he’d introduce Poppy to them, and that only made his wing buddies all more mushy and playful with Jake, but deep down they actually were more than anything happy for him. When they first got to know him, Jake was the kind of guy that only did one-night-stands and didn’t know how to commit to relationships. But they also witnessed the day that changed, which was the night he laid eyes on Poppy at Hard Deck, while she twirled and danced to Bradley playing the piano with happy tunes and helped serve everyone to ease some work off of Penny’s shoulders that very night.

Taking the plane was the fastest way to get home, but Jake still felt like it took forever to get there, what in reality was like maybe 2 and a half hours, Jake felt like he had been in the damn plane allllll day. But finally once he arrived at the airport in Houston, he changed his uniform khakis into his favorite button down orange shirt and Levi jeans along with his cowboy boots. As much as Jake loved to be seen in his Naval apparel, he loved his cowboy apparel more, it made him feel at ease and at home, knowing that not anytime soon he’d be called back, for now he could forget it. Jake had left his favorite cowboy hat home with his girl, so she could take care of it while he was gone he had told her, and knowing how careful and protective Poppy was with all his stuff, he was sure she did. Once he was changed and refreshed, Jake took a cab to go to his girls house, his initial plan was to surprise her there first before going to his family’s house. So in between telling his driver the ‘Can you go a little faster?’ - ‘the light was yellow you could’ve gone’ and trying to be nice at the same time was kind of a hard deal for Jake when he desperately wanted to get home. Much to his surprise though when he finally got home, was that his old red Chevy truck sat in the drive way just fine, but Poppy’s black ‘67 Mustang wasn’t there. He got off the cab after paying the driver well, and went straight to the door and found the key under the mat where his girl had left there for him, which in that mere moment it sent him warm butterflies in his chest, to know that she had kept that there for him, letting him know that he was always welcome, whenever. When he walked in her house, an aroma waving a scent of fresh flowers and its sweet nectar hit his nose, along with her natural body’s scent, which was so addictive to Jake. But he also caught a whiff of what smelled like carrot cake? He knew his girl loved to bake, but was disappointed when he didn’t find the source of the smell. Though He straightaway went to the fridge where he knew she’d have her to-do list hanging on it, which would tell him what her plans were for today. And he was right when he read on the paper in her lovely handwriting,

‘To-do list for today:

By Momma Seresin some flowers.

By her birthday present.

Bake the cake.

Leave at 5:00 to help decorate at the Seresin Ranch at 5:30’

Jake checked the large white clock that hung on the wall near by and it read, ‘5:10’

He smacked his forehead slightly as he thought,

‘Damn it I just missed her!! It’s my moms birthday! Shoot I didn’t forget... but I did.. ok ok, let’s just go and surprise them there! Now where are my keyssss... oh there they are!!’

On the key rack Jake found his truck keys, with a new, small charm on it, the Texas Longhorn symbol dangled from the chain, he realized that his girl must of gotten it for him while he was gone, knowing that he was a HUGE fan and had wanted one sense he saw it at the local gas station. It made his heart swell for the sweet things she did for him, it showed him that she really cared and remembered the little things about him.

After hopping into his truck and relishing in its familiarity it for a few minutes, he turned it on and grew a huge smile when the motor roared to life, showing him that though it was old, it still worked like magic. While driving down the familiar streets of Houston, he drummed his steering wheel to his favorite tunes that played on repeat, which was unknown to everyone except his girl, was actually Taylor Swift’s album ‘Red’. He was currently jamming to ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ as he finally found the dirt road that led him to the Seresin Ranch. He as always liked to roll down his windows so he could coo and call out to every cow and goat he passed, it was a habit no one could pull him out of, but he enjoyed it greatly when they replied back to him in their animalistic language. He could feel the breeze that grazed and brushed against his skin as he continued down the road, he let his hand hang out the window as his fingers drummed against the door. The sun let out its golden shade, and painted the sky beautifully above him, which the clouds danced in every color as they began turning into different ones as the seconds passed. Soon the Ranches Red Barn came into view, and he found several familiar cars parked in the grassy driveway, one which was his girls Black Mustang. He parked his truck in front of the open barn yard, which showed the lights and tables that were set up, he liked how it looked so homey and beautiful. Turning off his truck he looked around and saw a ladder that stood in the middle of the open place, right under what looked like a large lamp filled with dangling lights in mason jars. He thought that maybe it was his pops that was doing the job, but he was so wrong when he saw the woman of his dreams skipping into sight with a box of lightbulbs in her hands. She wore a gorgeous, white sun dress with her tall brown cowgirl boots that Jake had bought her for her birthday. Her hair was curled and bounced loosely, and set on top of her head, was Jake’s favorite cowboy hat. Taking in such a sight for his sore eyes, just about made Jake drool onto the steering wheel he leaned on while watching. He smiled to himself when he heard her singing with a sweet melody, he couldn’t quite catch the words, but it sounded like ‘Shake It Off’, another Taylor Swift hit that Jake had fallen for because of his girl. She twirled and danced, moving her hips softly, like if she was imagining that she was dancing with her loved one.

As much as Jake could stay there for hours watching her be herself, in the freedom and fresh air of the Seresin Ranch, his anxious heart couldn’t wait to be in her arms any second longer. Opening his door and closing it softly so he wouldn’t be heard just yet, Jake then fixed his shirt and his hair, making sure he looked fixed and smelled good, then checked his pants and boots, once satisfied he finally agreed to himself that he was ready to be seen by his girl. Though he knew that she didn’t care how he looked or smelled, it could be him wearing his flight suit while smelling like sweat and jet fuel, or like the cows when they spent the summer with his family at the Ranch, she always hugged him tightly and kissed his chest over his heart then his lips. While walking closer he realized she was singing a different song, as she still danced slowly, he caught her words as she went on sweetly,

“Say you remember me.. standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset babe... red lips and rosy cheeks.. say you’ll see me a-gain even if it’s in your-“

“wiiiiildest dreams..-“

“OH MY GOD!!”

Jakes intentions were to collaborate with Poppy and go on singing, but he actually startled her which made her gasp and drop the whole box of lightbulbs as she held her chest to hold her heart from jumping out from fear. Her and Jake quickly reacted to pick up the bulbs and kinda forgot about the realization of seeing each other again as they chucked and apologized,

“I’m sorry I scared you-“

“No no it’s ok, I didn’t realize you had arrived- woah wait-“

She then stopped mid sentence as she took in Jakes presence, then squealed when she fully realized that he was actually there,

“JAKE!!”

Poppy unexpectedly threw herself in Jakes arms to which he let out an ‘omff!’ while almost hitting the ground. But quickly he composed himself and held onto her tightly as he stood up and held her feet above ground. She squeezed her arms around his neck as she pressed a ton of kisses on his head, Jake kissed her head too as he smelled her citrus scented hair, and relished in it, happy to know that she was actually and finally in his arms. He then heard her voice say with a sniff,

“Welcome home honey.. I really missed you.. and didn’t think you’d be here today.”

Jake squeezed her hips as he cooed,

“Awe sweetheart.. I’m right here.. don’t cry ok? I’m not going anywhere for a long time.”

“Please don’t... I miss you all the time.”

“So do I baby girl.”

He then gently put her down and detached his hands from her hips so he could delicately hold her face, he kissed her nose before saying,

“You look so pretty in my hat.. let’s all the guys know that I’m yours.”

Shyly giggling Poppy touched the charm on the hat that had Jakes first and last name imprinted. Jake then grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers as she asked him,

“You came home early?”

Nodding proudly he replied,

“I did.. our mission was a complete success and done ahead of schedule.. so that earned us plenty of time off.”

Her eyes glistened with excitement as she asked,

“How long?”

With a million dollar smile Jake cheered,

“4 whole months!”

Gasping with glee she jumped in Jake’s arms again, to which he began to twirl her around as they laughed happily.

Later that evening, once everyone knew that Jake was home and welcomed him back gratefully, his momma then let the party begin. Roars of cheers and laughter could be hear everywhere, along with the younger nieces and nephews running around chasing after the lose chickens and baby goats that were desperate for them to go home and leave them be, (except when they were fed off the table by the little kids of course.) After eating a hearty steak that Jake’s pops and older brother grilled, the tasty macaroni and fruit salads his aunt put together, and lastly his girls special carrot cake with homemade vanilla ice cream, everyone was called to the dance floor after letting the food settle down. Country music began to fill in the atmosphere, as a couple of talented uncles and cousins played their favorite instruments. It was traditional that they danced all together for every celebration or party, so it wasn’t awkward when they all began to move in sync with the same dancing choreography as they took in the music like air to the lungs. Jake was quick to take his girls hand as they danced in their boots hand in hand, he lived off the smile she gave every second, and she lived off his laughter that was more than music to her ears. The jolly and upbeat music had everyone sweating and gasping for air once it came to an end, as they had been jumping, twirling, and moving the entire time. As the evening passed, it was time to settle down, so softer music began to play, a few went back to sit down, others chatted by the fruit and drink bars, while very few still swayed on the dance floor. Jake still wanted to dance in his girls arms, but he noticed how she kept moving her feet uncomfortably, so he asked her what was wrong in her ear wondering,

“What’s the matter baby girl?”

She looked up to him from under the hat as she said shyly,

“My boots are beginning to hurt my feet.. but I really want to dance to this last song with you.”

Jake understandingly took her hand and led her away, but before she could protest, he sat on a chair and sat her on his knee as he began to take off her boots. Poppy was afraid that she’d be judged for having Jake take off her boots like that in the open, but felt a rush of relief as she watched him rubbed her feet lovingly, then placed her boots under his chair so no one would step on them.

Poppy continued to worry about his caring choice of actions, but soon forgot about those thoughts when he stood her up and walked her back to the dance floor as he said instructively,

“Stand on my boots, baby.”

Looking for reassurance in his green eyes once again while trying to tilt her head back so she could see him properly from under the hat she asked,

“what?-“

“Stand on my boots honey. Come on.”

Sense his boots were kinda soft on the top, it wasn’t uncomfortable when she stood on them, her small feet actually fit quite perfectly on them. He then held her waist tightly as he said sweetly,

“Hold onto my neck so you don’t fall ok? I’m going to move slowly. I got you.”

When she did as he said, she immediately felt safe and sound in his arms, as they began to sway in complete sync. Laying her head on Jakes chest after placing her kiss on his heart, she felt him take a deep breath before saying,

“I’m so grateful for you... you’re always so faithful and sweet, and always helping my family when I’m not here. That means a lot to me you know that?”

Lifting her head up to him, caused him to chuckle when his hat fell on her eyes again, so he quickly said,

“Put the hat on my head baby, I’ll hold it for you.”

Taking the hat off she brushed his hair back before settling it on his head as she replied to him,

“Your family is my family Jake, no matter what. I’ll always be here, wait for you, support you, and love you. Ok?”

Jake tried to hold it in, but couldn’t help the fact that his eyes either way teared up. Her words meant more to him than anything else, as he remember where they started. Jake had met his girl in the worst time of her life, she had decided to leave her family after being treated and used so poorly, which was a hard decision for her to make, because she didn’t have anyone to fall back on. She had gone to Penny hoping she’d help. (which she did of course, Penny wasn’t one to leave anyone behind.) Poppy was like a desert flower that had been left alone, waiting to be given water, given love so she could flourish, and Jake was the one to do just that. He never plucked her out of her place, but instead made her surroundings more durable and safe, and planted himself next to her, so they could grow together. Penny was the only one at the time that gave her a safe place, but when they began their relationship, Jake was happy and quick to want to take Poppy under his wing, but he gave her the time to know him first and see that she could trust him. Which soon she did when they bought a little house in Fighter Town. But when Jake and her made the choice to make their relationship more serious, he knew she was afraid to meet his family, he had heard all her sad stories of how she was poorly treated by family, but he was confident to know that his family would never hurt or reject her, which was something she had to see to believe. So as time had passed and she got to know them more, Poppy began to always make plans to go be with them, and that’s when Jake saw that she finally trusted them and him fully, and he couldn’t be happier. Pressing a tender kiss to his lips she then wiped his eyes carefully as she confessed,

“I love you so so much.”

Lifting her up slightly off his boots so she could be at his eye level, Jake replied,

“I’m very proud of you.. and I love you so so much too.”

They pulled each other into a hug, and felt complete with one another, knowing that no matter how alone or dry the desert might be around them, as long as they had each other and loved, they’d be more than just fine, they’d be one another’s desert flowers.

Later that night, the warm summer breeze still filled the atmosphere, and by then everyone had retreated to their homes and comfy destinations, all except for Jake and his girl, who rested in the bed of his truck laying on thick white comforters while watching the stars above, which painted the sky beautifully. Poppy’s leg was thrown over Jake’s waist as she hugged him and laid her head on his chest, as Jake had his arm wrapped around her too, and he used the other hand to hold onto her thigh that was on his waist. He felt so much happier as he began to hear the soft snores coming from her pretty lips, it confirmed that no matter where they were, she trusted him to keep her safe in his arms, even in the put and opened, right beneath the stars that gave off a low light, that illuminated her skin. Jake then carefully moved his arm away from her thigh to pull the extra blanket on top of them, to keep them covered and comfortable, but Poppy either way woke up and lifted her head off his chest due to his shifting, but sent him a warm smile when she realized that he had covered them both. Tilting her head down to meet his lips with hers, they brushed together as she sighed happily,

“I’m so happy you’re my family Jake, you love and take care of me, and make me feel super safe.”

Lifting his head up slightly to press a firm kiss to Poppy’s lips, Jake replied,

“And I’m happy you trust me. And believe me Poppy, I’ll protect your life with mine at all costs, I’ll keep the birds and bugs away from my desert flower, and I’ll make sure she blooms and flourishes like no other. You stand out in a desert, you follow the sun no matter the season, you give life in a place others only thought could give nothing.”

Poppy’s tears landed on Jakes cheek then rolled down slowly as she took in his sweet words, it was rare when he said something so deep and meaningful, because he didn’t always know how to word out his passionate love for her. But she wiped his cheek gently with her fingers as she asked shyly,

“I’m your desert flower baby?”

Nodding while kissing her one last time before holding the back of her head to lay her down on his chest, Jake confidently said and promised,

“You’ll always be my desert flower, strong and beautiful, the only one. And I’ll forever make sure you stay planted on good land and grow. I’ll always keep you flourishing and safe.”

Squeezing his waist tightly Poppy awed,

“You’re so amazing... thank you.”

Keeping his hand on her head while the other held her tight Jake cooed,

“And you’re my wonderful baby... I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

Silence soon fell upon the two, as nature continued to treat them with its nice, warm breeze, settling in for them to have a nice, and peaceful night. Both in the comfort and safety of one another’s arms, they were lulled to sleep by the sound of one another’s heartbeats and soft sounds of nature that surrounded and embraced them lovingly.

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thisismeracing · 1 year

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King of my heart | MS47 | part. 05

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Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, mentions of food and bike rides, fluff, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

word count: 2.4k

part. 04 | series masterlist | part 06

Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that's why, for the first time in forever, he throws cautious carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

Mick considered himself a shy person, and for some reason, he thought the fact he spoke less and heard more helped him read all rooms better. He was, in fact, quite right, but he also was very aware that his attentiveness would triple when it came to Y/n. She would walk inside the room, and his ears would perk up, his eyes searching for her, scanning her body, making sure she looked safe and happy. He did it every day Y/n would show up during training and races. She was still good at her job of not being seen that much, but Mick Schumacher was better at finding what he was looking for.

And he’s been looking for Y/n since the very first day.

That is why when she walked in that morning wearing baggy jeans, a sweatshirt, and a pair of sneakers instead of the usual heels she was testing for her collection, he knew the leaking of her presence and even more, her identity, had affected Y/n more than people would think.

Y/n waved his way and made small talk with those who came to her though she was quick to go to the motor home to work on her own assignments.

“It’s ok if we make a quick pause?” Mick asked one of the engineers who was talking nonstop to him about an improvement and some tactics. He could hear everything perfectly. However, his mind was unfocused. “To stretch and get some coffee, you know,” he clarified, and the girl nodded. She was probably looking for the possibility of caffeine.

Schumacher got up and made his way to the room inside the motor home he knew Y/n always used, and undoubtedly there she was, curled up on the sofa instead of the spacious work table. Laptop perched on her legs, eyes scanning its screen until she heard the door open.

“Hey, Mouse,” she greeted. Y/n has been calling him “mouse” after the first week when it was clear they would become, at least, close friends. She joked about his name, saying that it reminded her of Mickey, the famous mouse from Disney, and Mick, used to that, but finding it funnier for the first time, could only chuckle along and let her proceed to give him a nickname. He was Mick or Schumacher or even Schumi to some in the paddock, but he was Mouse to Y/n, which gave him a sense of intimacy. It felt like he was unique to her like they shared something that no one else did. Rationally, he knew it was probably nothing, she was this open and affectionate with most people, but he decided not to dwell too much on it. “You’re looking for Lewis? I saw him with George.”

“I was looking for you,” he stated before closing the door behind him.

“Oh?”

“You seemed sad. I was worried,” two simple sentences were enough for Y/n to close the lid of the laptop and sigh. There was something so touching about the fact that someone took the time of the day to look at you and look for you, really look, not just pass eyes and greet, but make sure you seemed happy and safe.

“I- you don’t have to worry. I just did not sleep very well tonight… I don’t wanna keep you from your work,” the way her eyes stared at anything but his own was the evidence he needed to know that she was probably brushing it off and lying.

“I’m on my pause. And you can talk to me, you know that, right?” when her big eyes finally found him Mick took a step towards the couch. “Do you wanna talk about it? Want me to stay in your company?”

“I-” she started but did not finish her sentence, eyes glued to the ground again.

“I’m your friend, am I not? You won’t bother me, just tell me what you need me to do, and I will do it. If you want me to leave, I can leave,” he voiced, and when one of his feet moved away from the couch, Y/n hand gripped his hand in a beat. The first thing Mick noticed was how cold they felt against his skin. How small they were in comparison, and then how good.

Her hold on him felt good.

They shared eye contact for a while before she offered “stay.”

And so when he sat beside her, without letting go of her hand, thighs, and part of their bodies touching, it only felt natural the way his arms encircled her shoulders, bringing her impossibly closer.

“Is that okay?” he tried to sound casual, but his voice was just above a whisper. Y/n’s perfume was richer this close, some of her curls tickling his cheeks and neck in a soft caress. Her body accommodated his perfectly, he thought.

“This is perfect,” she, too, whispered. “Add a chocolate bar or a pit of ice cream, and I would be 50% better,” it was a joke, her tone a bit lighter, and that’s why Y/n stilled when Mick moved a bit to reach something in his pants pocket.

“Not a chocolate bar, but close enough, I guess?” Mick dipped his head to look at Y/n, forgetting how close they already were. There was a beat before she looked down at his hands, a small smile on her plush lips. He could see clearly the undertones and how they had a darker color around the edges, whereas the center of her lips seemed a bit lighter. Mick wanted to trace it with his fingers.

“You have a sweet tooth too??”

Mick grinned, shaking his head, “Not really, but I like to have something sweet with me in case someone needs it, and also, I ran out of my regular granola bars,” it’s his explanation.

She stares at the plastic paper for a second, he can see how her brows knitted, and for some reason, he feels like clarifying, “It’s vegan if that’s what you’re thinking about.”

“Is it?” the smile she gave him almost pushes his body back on the couch. It was bright and big and so so so beautiful.

“Yup, they are usually the healthiest opinion or at least the easiest to know what’s inside.”

“Good for me,” she grins.

“It’s a family thing, then?” he asks in a lighter tone, and Y/n adjust her body, pushing her legs up to the sofa, which makes them impossibly closer.

Y/n opens the bar and pushes it closer to his lips. And, albeit Mick was not feeling hungry or wishing for something sweet, quite the contrary. He felt satisfied. His body would not let his mind reject food from her hands. Her figure was close, her fingers impossibly closer. So he wrapped his lips around the bar, taking a small bite. It was worth it because her lips tipped up in a small grin before directing the piece of food to her own mouth. Eating was not something attractive to Mick Schumacher until now. Until he experienced her cheeks puffing, the tip of her tongue coming in contact with her lips to gather the chocolate syrup that dripped a bit, and her neck working to swallow a bite. “Nah, it’s only me and Lewis,” she answered.

“Huh?” Mick asked after noticing he spaced out.

“It’s not a family thing. Only me and Lew are vegan. Dad loves to host barbecues, by the way,” she silenced to take another bite and then offered to Mick again. “You know, the bad part about the constant travel is that sometimes it’s hard for me to find proper vegan places where I get exactly what I’m craving. Not everyone can do vegan food. I consider it an art,” she rambles.

“We can explore them together…” he suggests, and her eyes find his face. It flushes a bit. “I usually know the city or have friends that can suggest locations. You would not be alone, get to eat your vegan arts, and I would get to eat good food,” and have your company, he almost added, because that was his interest.

Mick was a smart guy. He knew what attraction felt like, and although he never felt it quite the way he was feeling, he was starting to piece the fact that he cared about Y/n a bit more than the friendship lines would let him.

“Are you for real?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Then I’m in,” there’s a small smile on her lips that turns into a ghost when she adds, “I’m sorry for earlier, for giving you a cold shoulder, when you tried to check on me. It’s just so stressful how half of the internet is saying that I am my brother’s girlfriend, and the other half is digging shit up, ugh.”

Mick thought for a second, waited to see if she wanted to add something, and then spoke, “Maybe now that the cat is out of the bag, the best option is, to tell the truth, and ask people to give your privacy back or stop overstepping, you know? Sometimes this is all it takes, some people are going to start stuff either way, but when you are vocal about your space and how you feel about it, chances are high that at least a good part of the fans will try to respect it. Speaking for personal experience.”

Y/n sighs before dropping her head into his shoulders, one of her hands finding its way into the Mercedes logo on his shirt and tracing to distract her screaming mind.

“You’re right. I will try to do just that. Maybe it’s a good thing, after all, no more contracts about people saying who I am or if they saw me here or not. I will be able to walk around and talk with some of the guys I’m already friends with,” she states.

They stayed together, intertwined like that, for some more minutes before Mick had to leave and Y/n had to get back to her e-mails.

The next day Y/n woke up late but decided to let Lewis know she was going a bit later than usual just so her brother wouldn’t be worried. If it were up to him, they would arrive and leave together, he could always get her home, but most of the time, Lewis liked to get there early or had something to do before getting on the paddock. Y/n loved every minute of her sleep, so she chose to go on her own and, sometimes, leave with him. This morning, however, Y/n got a message from Mick asking if she was showing up, and after telling him she was probably a tad late but would be there, he suggested a ride on his bike. And it’s not that she was afraid of bikes, but she was always unsure, it seemed dangerous, kudos her brother's work was dangerous as well, but it was different, or so she thought it was, but when the bold asked if she trusted him, Y/n could only be honest and say yes.

That’s how she found herself staring at an absolutely breathtaking Mick wearing his helmet and offering her one.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Y/n voices her concerns one more time, her eyes scanning the big bike with uncertainty.

“Absolutely, I won’t let anything happen to you, c'mon,” he was so sure, and she could almost see the smile on his eyes, his lips covered by the helmet.

Y/n took some seconds trying to gather her thoughts. She would have to sit there and attach herself to Mick. Hold his waist. Trust his guidance. Let him fly through traffic.

“Y/n?” Mick asked, staring at her.

She nodded, and he brought her close by her hand, pushing some of her hair back before securing the helmet on her head.

“Comfy?” his eyes goes over her to make sure she was safe, and she could only nod again. She wanted to hug him like the other day, to feel his hands on her arms and his solid chest on her head. “Now, come on, or we will get late.”

Mick helped Y/n climb the bike and secure his backpack on her shoulders, the one she insisted on taking, which she started to rethink after noticing how much closer they would be without the thing between their bodies. She secured her arms around his abdomen, and he covered her hands with one of his after taking off.

He guided the motorcycle with one hand for what felt like a minute or so, but she did not feel unsafe or scared. Quite the opposite, his hold on her and his warmth only made her feel safer.

“There’s something on my backpack for you. Remind me to grab it when we get there, will you?” His voice was low under the gush of wind and car noises, but she confirmed and made herself more comfortable. Life was passing in a blur around them, and she enjoyed the feeling of watching everything at that speed with him so close.

Once Mick and Y/n finally arrived at the Paddock, they ran to the motorhome. A chuckle escaped their lips when both entered the meeting room Y/n used to work whenever she was around.

“I had no idea which one you would like, so I got two,” Mick opened his backpack, diving for a medium-sized lid and passing it to Y/n.

“Is that food?” she asked, a big grin on her lips.

The blonde just watched as she opened it to find two vegan cookies staring back at her. They seemed intact after the ride, thank goodness.

“Oh God, Mouse, this was so thoughtful!” Y/n left the sugary treats at the table before throwing herself in his arms. She couldn’t help herself.

Schumacher’s hands were fast to find their place on her back and waist, bringing their bodies closer and sharing more warmth. She got on her tiptoes and distanced her face a bit to let a kiss on his cheek, but somehow her plump lips ended up on his jaw, and Mick almost sighed, asking for one more. Just one more chaste kiss. One more touch of her soft lips.

Friends did that too, right?

Friends could be affectionate around each other.

He was not crossing any lines, he thought. But deep down, he knew that his mind and heart raced through any lines before his body could.

He was down deep, but nothing ever felt this good.

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peachyponyboyy · 3 days

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hi!! i was wondering if you could write some general relationship headcanons for two-bit, soda and steve (these two sillies can be together or separate, i just love poly with soda and steve but if you’re not comfortable writing that then that’s okay <3)

ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝔽𝕥.. 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖, 𝕋𝕨𝕠-𝕓𝕚𝕥, 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕡

(a/n) I'm sososo sorry anon!! I haven't had the time to get your request done, So i decided to get off my lazy butt and do it (😭)

𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒

He tries best, but sometimes (most times) he ends up screwing things up

He loves you to death, don’t get me wrong. Buuuut… he just doesn’t know how to show it, and when he tries… It goes to shit.

It would go like this: He tells you he will pick you up for a nice dinner with the money he has saved up, but he forgets to make reservations, his shirts backwards, and somehow he tied his shoes together.

You still love him nonetheless, even if he is.. interesting…

Would take you to Olive Garden and call it fancy

In his defense that’s fancy to him, when he was younger that was the fanciest place his parents would take him to and it was like a once or twice a year luxury

Probably takes you to Cheesecake Factory for a date also (no shade to Cheesecake Factory, I fucking love Cheesecake Factory)

Shares and Oreo cheesecake with you

Super stingy with food so if he shares with you he wants to marry you and you are literally the love of his life.

Would pick flowers from someone else’s property. And when the owner of the house caught him, he ran like the devil was after him.

If your full from your dinner, lunch, whatever it is he will GLADLY eat it for you

Typa guy they nickname garbage disposal cause he’ll eat anything, you leave your leftovers in the fridge and even if you label it he’ll eat it. He genuinely doesn’t care he’s fucking hungry.

He calls you sweet cheeks for some reason

He has terrible fashion taste, you know it but still likes asking his opinion on what you should wear for that day.

𝒯𝓌𝑜-𝐵𝒾𝓉

He loves giving you pet names

Baby, Babe, Sweetie, Sweetheart, All that jazz.

He totally loves to call you the Minnie to his Mickey.

He likes to have you style his hair since he sucks at doing it himself.

You and him sometimes bake cakes or just pastries in general together.

Although most of the time he just starts throwing flour at you.

Its okay tho

He totally braids your hair into crazy things

He's a master at braiding for some reason.

So you have like scattered tiny braids everywhere in your hair

One time you let him bleach your hair

It totally looked cute

But you lowkey hated it.

He’s super good with hair in general, his sister (I hc her to be around 6-12) usually asks him to do her hair for her so he’s gotten decent at it.

Takes you out for ice cream like every night (where does he get the money? Idk. He pulls it out of a magician hat or smth.)

When he’s not drunk he’ll take you to the Nightly Double

When he gets hungover he’s just a lil baby 😣🥺🤭

He just lets you take care of him

Stop ya’ll so cute finna make me jealous🥺💞💞

𝒮𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓅

Waist hugger fs

Loves you to the moon and back

He has ponyboy write little poems for sodapop just so he can give them to you

He loves squishing your face

He just cups your face in his hands

Admiring his darling girl/boy

Speaking of darling, he LOVES calling you darling

Non-sexual showers FSSS

Lets you wash his hair so he can get the grease out

He won't admit it, but he likes when his hair isn’t greasy because I totally see him being a natural curly head so his hair being all frizzy and wavy is just🤭🤭🤭💞💞

He loves to listen to music with you

He also loves cuddling

Like LOVES it

He totally keeps polaroids of you in his wallet

He has a collection of polaroid photos of you and him doing stupid and/or cute things together.

#the outsiders #headcanons #sodapop x reader #two bit matthews x reader #steve randle x reader #steve randle #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #reader insert #the outsiders x readerr #the outsiders headcanons

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hermitcraft-8 · 1 year

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lights of the city mini fics: ruby's story

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Coming out to Casey was the easy part.

She was already a lesbian herself, and had actually been the one to suggest the nickname ‘Ruby’ ages prior, so chances were pretty good this wouldn’t be a problem. And it wasn’t! Ruby simply offhandedly mentioned she was a girl now, and she was also a lesbian, and Casey just nodded, a sort of smug, imperious look on her face, and moved on, unphased.

The hard part was coming out to her uncles.

It’s not that she was afraid of them, not at all, they were good men, regardless of their criminal enterprise. Mickey always took her shopping for new suits, even if he didn’t particularly care for fashion. Danny let her tag along when he went on walks, and explained the history of the hidden city as he went. Leonard- as much as he complained- still taught her to cook when she was bored as a child. As for Heinous Green, granted, he wasn’t exactly the most chatty man alive, but he was always willing to listen to her ramble about whatever wrestling move she’d picked up from her favorite human wrestler Ghost Bear. They were all good men.

But she really wasn’t sure what they’d think of this.

She knew that Mickey, at the very least, didn’t mind trans people. It’d come up during one of their dumpster diving trips, and he had, in his own way, admitted his support of the community.

“I mean,” He’d said, picking up a bag of chips and sniffing it. “‘S long as it don’t hurt me or mine, ‘s none o’ my business, bro. D’you think Leonard would eat salt ‘n vinegar if we told ‘im it was just salt?”

And that was it.

So, he at least didn’t have a problem with them, but that didn’t mean he’d be fine with his nephew becoming his niece.

It was harder than she would have expected to get the four of them in a room together. Leonard was always sulking around and trying to look cool in some corner, Danny was generally pretty busy with something or other, and if you looked away from Mickey for five minutes he would generally disappear under your nose. Heinous Green was easy, though, he had a soft spot for Ruby, and always had.

And so, after a good hour of effort, she got them all to sit on the couch, and she stood in front of them, and she took a deep deep breath.

“I have… I have something to tell you? And… and you have to wait until I’m done to talk, alright?”

Mickey made a zipping motion across his lips, and the other three nodded, and she sighed, sitting up a little straighter, balling her hands in her lap.

“I think- no. I am a girl. My name is Ruby, and I use she/her pronouns,” She said, before hesitating, trying to think of anything else to say. “I… I have always been a girl, but I didn’t figure it out until like a month ago. This doesn’t change who I am, I’m still the same person, I’m just… I’m just a girl now.”

She finally focused on the expressions of the men gathered in front of her, and- oh. Oh that was unexpected.

Danny was grinning widely and sharply at her, Heinous was nodding slowly, Leonard looked wholly unsurprised, and Mickey… well, Mickey looked absolutely befuddled, which was hardly anything new.

“I could have sworn…” He muttered, shaking his head. “We looked it up and everything-”

“She’s trans, dipshit,” Leonard rolled his eyes. “She’s sayin’ she’s transgenda.”

“Ohhhh,” Mickey’s eyes went wide. “I thought-”

“Ruby,” Danny leaned forward. “Do you want to try estrogen?”

“Uh,” She blinked. “I don’t… I don’t know, should I?”

“It’s up to you,” He said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “But I have been wanting to rob a pharmaceutical company for months now, and-”

“-And what he’s saying is, we support ya.” Leonard said, huffing. “If you’re a chick, then you’re a chick. Good on ya. You can still drive, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Then we have no problems with it. Right Green?”

Heinous nodded.

Ruby sniffed. “You guys… you guys mean it? For real?”

“We mean it,” Danny smiled. “For real.”

She launched herself forward, and Heinous caught her easy, picking her up and swinging around, just like he had when she was a little girl.

#lights ruby #lights of the city au #tango writes

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cerenemuxse · 1 year

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Bold of you to assume I wouldn't do a monster engine and bold of you to assume that the first vic- engine wouldn't be Edward. /j

Inspired by the aus of @ohjeeztrains and @gummybuggy

Monster engines are so damn cool.

I mixed in a bunch of animals because I said, "Fuck it. Hybrids ftw." It's so random. I chose dogs, horses, and rhinos. Yes, rhinos. I was going to add horns and I just realized I forgot but you know what, I think its fine like this. I tried fitting on horns earlier but it failed. It looks really odd. The specific breeds I chose for Edward originate from Scotland, because of course I go that deep. 💀💀💀💀

So he's based on the Clydesdale horses, the Gordon Setter dogs, the common rhinos, and the bull horns were from the Highland bulls. Can't do anything without wanting to do research.

The "leaders" (leading wheels) are based on rhinos and the "drivers" (driving wheels) are a combination of horses back legs and the dog paws. I was originally going to make them just horse legs but I started thinking about Emily, who would have "trailers" (trailing wheels). I really want them to be able to kick back but I'm not sure about Emily. Maybe she could kick forward like kangaroos. 💀 Girl stands on her damn trailers and her drivers kick forward, because that's where the power really is. Or she can do both.

I really took in the fighting aspect of it, simply because I find it interesting and it might be something they do more often than their engine counterparts, considering they're (basically) animals. They are slightly easier to tick off. Edward has a pretty good tolerance compared to the others. Basically, start biting or swatting at him and he won't be mad initially. But the longer the biting and swatting goes, the more he gets mad. He'll attack suddenly with a minor warning, which is low growling.

The long tail of nothing but hair looks harmless but its actually used a lot in fighting, too. It's pretty damn heavy so with enough force, it enough to knock another engine over. The ones with the long tails will also cuddle with said tails during the cold seasons or allow the Tank Iron Horse (oh yeah, they're called Iron Horses because why not) to cuddle into them. So now that i mention the name, let me explain it. Iron Horses refers to steam engines only. There's two main types of them: Tank and Tender. Tank Iron Horses have much thinner tails and tend to be small. If they're a Tender-Tank Iron Horse, it's definitely longer but not as thick as the Tender Iron Horses' tails. There's two forms. Regular engine forms, which existed first, and the Iron Horse forms. The Iron Horse forms were extremely unexpected when steam engines began running on railways. It's weird how they work. They can eat many things. Every single one of them is chunky as hell because I said so. They have cat-like instincts and all sorts of different species mixed in, which makes them weirder. Edward will squawk like a seagull. I might actually give him feathers, which i was debating but completely forgot. 🤡 Arthur probably has some mouse aspects to him as his class was nicknamed "Mickey Mouse Tanks." Rebecca could get swirly tail because her class is nicknamed "Spam cans," referring the cans "SPAM" is sold in, which is made of pork. Those tiny details. And I told myself I wouldn't let myself get so invested.

For other engines, I haven't figured it out.

Oh, and the "man-bun" is just the funnel. It slops up like Spencer's funnel does but depending on the height of the funnels, the slope is different.I think that's it. This was all improvised because damn it, this wouldn't leave my thoughts.

Not important, but the "NWR" logo was taken from James' ref sheets because I did not feel like drawing it. The 2 wasn't. I may have reference Edward's old ref sheets but the font is different to the one I chose for the engines. I also erased those layers so I don't even have access to it. Speaking of said design, this is the final palette for Edward's 1992-1995 rebuild. I also got brass wrong. Its not the same as Edward's eye color. Its much more yellow and it looks green when next to green colors.

I want to talk more about it but it'll start diverging into other characters and this post is already getting long. I don't like making posts long. ;-;

#EoSR but monster engines #ttte edward #my art #my concepts #og post wouldn't show up in tags for no reason #i usually ignore it but its bothersome because it means not everything shows up on my blog or anywhere #one of those drawings that i held off drawing due to the anatomy #i think i did pretty decent #i have been sketching a couple other monsters engine that were more similar to ohjeeztrains'#i didnt like how i was doing it so i changed it to this #this is the only concept of this interpretation so far #i have sooo much more in my brain than written here #no its not written anywhere else #ttte #ttte au

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fifiophobia · 2 years

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Jokers Real Name Explained

(Spoilers for Flashpoint Beyond)

I know I’m a little bit late to this, but in Flashpoint Beyond #5 it was reveled that The Jokers (possible) real name was Jack Oswald White

From what I’ve seen, a lot of fans had mixed to negative reactions to this reveal, with a common complaint being that the name “Jack Oswald White” was a dumb name, or that this reveal takes a major aspect of Jokers character away

This post isn’t going to focus on my opinions of the reveal. Rather I’m going to try and explain the significance and symbolism in his name

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Jokers first name being Jack makes a lot of sense considering a jack is a type of playing card

Another detail to point out is that a jack card is considered the lowest out of all the face cards (not the lowest in the card deck). Something that makes sense with Joker because he used to be a low class citizen

According to Wikipedia, the name Jack-

“was originally a diminutive of John. Since the late 20th century, Jack has become one of the most common names for boys in many English-speaking countries. Jack is also used to a lesser extent as a female given name, often as a shortened version of Jacqueline”

Being a diminutive of John makes sense because of the name, “John Doe”. John Doe is a name used to refer to people whose true identity is unknown. This makes sense considering how many possible names the Joker could have, and his “multiple choice past”

Also, with Jack being a possible nickname (though usually spelt Jackie) for girls as as well makes sense for Joker too considering he occasionally presents himself in a traditionally feminine manner

Now, I’m still trying to figure out why Jokers potential middle name is Oswald, but I think I have an idea.

The name Oswald usually translates to God, to rule/ruler, or divine power.

This makes sense because the Joker is seen as this chaotic, godlike entity despite being human in the DC universe

Also, he’s been referred as “the clown prince of crime”

(Just a side note: every time I think about Jokers middle name being Oswald, I’m always reminded of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, a character -who used to be an entertainer- that was pushed to the sideline and forgotten by people until he showed up as a villain in Epic Mickey. Kind of like how the Killing Joke version of Joker used to be a poor “nobody” until he became a villain. The main difference is that Oswald is no longer a villain, and the Joker is still a villain)

Finally, I think the reason his (possible) last name is White is because of two reasons

The color white is usually associated with purity and innocence. Which ironically fits in with his possible origin story of being a failed comedian because he started off as someone with pure intentions of helping his family, but becomes tainted after having a terrible day that ended with him falling into chemicals. (Also, it’s kind of funny that the guy with pure white skin has white as his last name)

White is a lot like the last name Wayne. Both being five lettered last names that start with W and end in E. Thus adding another connection between Joker and Batman

Again, this is just a theory for why the writers picked Jack Oswald White to be Jokers possible name. So if you have any other theories, feel free to add on.

#the joker #joker meta #the joker meta #Batman meta #flashpoint beyond spoilers #flashpoint #flashpoint beyond #Batman #dc comics #joker analysis

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spoopyblues214 · 8 months

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I've been dead for so long omg so here!! Have an art dump!!

This is my turtlesona, Belatova. She was raised by the mud dogs as a sort of younger sister/niece, but theres no strict familial placements.

I'll ramble more about her here!

Mickey specifically was the one who found her first, in the rubble of what once was draxums first lab. He figured it'd be useful to have something or someone that could get into small spaces. When he got home with her, the reception was not too positive.

"THE FUCK *IS* THIS SHIT, MICKEY?"

"I BROUGHT IT HOME CAUSE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE USEFUL!!"

"'It', is literally, a CHILD-"

Despite their original reservations, they held on to her incase there were any missing child posters with a reward. The posters never came. They'd never admit it, but of course they grew attached to the little turtle as they raised her. Danny came up with the name Belatova, though Mickey called her tomato once and the nickname stuck.

Just because they had a younger member of the team, that never stopped their criminal behavior. She really *was* useful when she was small, whether it be getting into tight spaces or tricking the people of the mystic city, Tova excelled. Snake oil salesmen quickly became another one of their schemes.

"Just a bit of this and the turtle girl can suddenly do advanced math!!"

*"how does she know how to do that again?"*

"Hangs out with Danny too much I unno-"

The last time belatova saw them was before they were thrown in jail as seen in 'tales from the mystic city.' They had been gone so long she worried something might have happened and went looking for them, and when the mud dogs were finally freed, they came back to an empty hideout. They aren't so obvious about it, but they haven't stopped looking for her.

During this time, belatova met the Mad Dogs, and though there was initial surprise at there having been a missing turtle, they made quick friends. Of course, belatova loved her time with her lost family, but she still misses the mud dogs, and hasn't given up her search for them.

#rottmnt oc #turtlesona #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt oc #rise of the tmnt oc #turtle sona #tmnt #spoopyblues #spoopyart

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mikhailoisbaby · 2 years

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IAN IS BABY GIRL

I’m sorry about this but I had to write it .

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Ian does know how he let this happen, that this became his nickname out of everything.

He could tolerate and love some of the nicknames that play on his red hair that Mickey would call him Or even the old fashion pets' names like lover and sugar tits.

But this was maybe taking it too far but for some reason he fucking loves it.

Ian has become baby girl.

It’s never baby boy or just baby like Ian will sometimes call Mickey, it's baby girl constantly now never lover or fire crotch or red or handsome have all been left in the wind forgotten about now he is baby girl.

It started as a joke from “girls and Mickey night out” that was hosted by Tami and included mick, sandy and older Tami's sister, somehow they came up with the joke that Ian is baby girl and any time they try to explain the joke to ian it always ends up with fits of laughter with no explanation.

“Hey, baby girl can u get my hoodie in the bedroom?” Mickey will say with no care in the world and Ian will go and get his hoodie like a good little baby girl because that’s what he is now, this is his life.

Now it would be fine if it stayed in the home, their sanctuary, but no he used it at work as well - in front of clients “baby girl, I left the signing sheet in the car will you grab it ?” And once again because he is a good baby girl he will do it and get it with a little smile on his face.

The warm fuzzy feeling he gets in his tummy is so odd because the nickname he used to hate and almost wants to throw Mickey into their pool anytime he called now makes his little bones go to mush as no other nickname has.

Sometimes he knows Mickey trying to tease him and make him annoyed like the dickhead he is but it never riles him up but makes him so mushy and Platens like he just had his brains fucked out and will do anything Mickey asks him to.

Ian has slight moments where his toxic masculinity will creep up and try and be angry that he getting feminised but then he has a moment and thinks what the fuck does it matter?

And so Ian is Mickey’s baby girl and that is it.

#ian is baby girl #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless #gallavich #ian and mickey #shameless us #ian x mickey

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ceruleanmusings · 2 years

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formidable: rip her to shreds

This idea kept floating around my head ever since you made a comment about Mickey fighting anyone that would come between her and Squid if CGL went co-ed so I had to get it out before it drove me insane. This is all your fault @theblerdbox.

For someone bestowed with the nickname Mouse, Mickey sure had a knack for talking herself into trouble. Her jaw snapped shut, a swift blow to her hope and dream that she actually hadn’t said anything. She shrunk back beneath the hard, piercing glare coming from across the tent which was quickly accompanied by the baring of teeth. Viper certainly lived up to her name.

“What’d you say?” Viper asked.

Mickey’s fingers stilled in Giggles’ mane of corkscrew hair. Giggles sat stock still, hands clasped over her mouth lest her nervous habit get her within Viper’s crosshair too. “I, um, I didn’t— ”

“No, please, by all means, speak up.” Viper crossed her arms, her fingers nestling in the perfect indents between her rounded delts and triceps. “Share with the class.” One sweep of her palm around the small tent brought the other girls into the storm clouds gathering between them.

It wasn’t the suppressing heat of the camp that made it difficult for Mickey to breathe but the heavy silence following Viper’s words. The thrum of a threat lingering behind made MIckey’s mind race for an escape plan. But with a name as apt as her bite, Viper would make sure she wouldn’t get out of this alive either way. “I don’t think you should treat them like that.” Mickey’s quiet words bounced off the mattress they were directed towards and, beneath her lashes, she saw they had little effect on Viper’s stance.

One thin eyebrow popped above Viper’s steely gaze. “So you’re an authority on the boys now, huh?”

“No, I didn’t say— ”

Viper held up her palm. “Exactly. Just ‘cause you were here first doesn’t mean you own them.”

Mickey sighed. This again? She never said to have any sort of claim on the guys of D-Tent but...she did like to think she knew them better than anyone else. And, yeah, they could do what they wanted, but that didn’t mean she didn’t worry about them. “I know I don’t. It’s just...they’re people too. It’s not really fair to them.”

“Who cares?”

“I do.”

Viper’s sneer slowly switched over to a patronizing smirk. No matter whose face it sat on, Mickey had seen enough of them to recognize it right away. Sighing quietly, she steeled herself for whatever poison she prepared to throw her way. “Oh, that’s sweet.” Viper’s eyes widened and her lips puckered and she took on a tone so saccharine it made Mickey’s head hurt. “The itty bitty mouse wants to protect the boys and their fragile feelings.”

“Look, it’s just not cool to treat people like that. They’re not toys.”

“You only care because it’s Squid. So, tell me, which part about it bugs you? That he keeps coming back to me? That he practically begs for it? That I have him at my beck and call. ...Or that it’s not you?”

Mickey’s eyes darkened, like the shadow of a cloud stalling over bright waters. “We’re just friends.”

Viper snorted. “So you say.”

Mickey threw her arms in the air and rubbed at her temple. “I’ve known him since I was five! Don’t you think if i wanted to be with him I’d be with him by now?”

“I think you’re upset because you know you can’t give him what I can.”

“No, I’m upset because Squid deserves someone who actually cares about him!” The shout came out of her like a gunshot, shattering the still air around them. Giggles gasped, Lolly’s jaw hung slack allowing them a look at the massive wad of gum molded to her lower set of teeth, and Domino’s eyes widened so much they could’ve popped out her head and rolled along the floor. Mickey cleared her throat and let out a slow breath and when she spoke again, her voice returned to its usual soft tone. “Look, he can do what he wants with whomever, it doesn’t matter to me. But his feelings should be taken into consideration.”

Viper rolled her eyes. “Oh please. He has no feelings.”

“You have him thinking that you’re going to be together after all this!” Mickey scrambled off the bed and got to her shaky feet, keeping her eyes pinned on Viper. “That you’ll...you’ll be with him and everything will be wrapped up in a little bow with a picket fence with, like, promise rings!”

“How’s that my problem?” Viper’s question was as dull and distracted as the look in her eye.

“For giving him false hope. Y’should at least be on the same page so y’know what you’re both getting out of it. It’s common decency.” She heard her accent slowly slipping back in, ratcheting up the more she spoke.

“It’s stupid. He knows what this is about. He’s not fragile and he’s not yours.”

God! This wasn’t about her! This was about him! Why did they always make it about her? “I never said he was.”

“And I’ll make extra sure you know that.” Viper stepped forward, tilting her head downwards to ensure the tip of her nose came close to Mickey’s. “He loves all the things I can do with my tongue, you know,” she continued, her voice dropping to a slow crawl. “He’s a little eager but he knows what he wants. Always trying to please me. It’s a little pathetic sometimes, really, but I always get my fill.” She turned away, her hair nearly whipping Mickey in the face. The heavy clomps of her boots on the wood beneath their feet matched the heavy thuds in Mickey’s heart. “It’s a fun ride, Mouse. At some point we all need to get off.” She chuckled, pleased with her own joke. Little pinpricks of pain throbbed in Mickey’s palms where her nails pressed crescent moons into the fleshy heel. “And that’s all this is.” Viper sat on the metal frame at the foot of Domino’s bed, crossing one ankle over the other. “In fact, I was thinking of taking Zig for a spin next. He seems like a wild time.”

“That’s not right,” Mickey said, slow, words dropping to a wavering whisper.

“So what?” Viper’s eyes rolled and her shoulders dropped as if the weariness of the conversation had an affect on her. “Squid’s nothing but a lowlife, pathetic, urchin. All men are. He won’t even notice when I put him back where he started. Trash knows where it belongs.”

The tears swimming in Mickey’s eyes turned everything hazy; it took the throbbing pain in her hand and the frenzied shrieking and rapid movement for her to realize why. Viper doubled over, holding her eye, Domino looked as if she didn’t know whether to leave or help, head swinging from the girls to the tent flaps, Lolly’s hands were pressed against her ears, eyes squeezed shut as she hummed, and Giggles fluttered by Mickey’s side, trying to take her rapidly reddening hand.

“What the fuck!?” Viper snapped upright, murder flashing like a neon sign in her eyes. Or eye. Because the other one was as red as Mickey’s hand and beginning to swell.

“Oh god, they make this look so easy in the movies!” Mickey groaned, cradling her hand. Was it supposed to hurt this much?

“So, the mouse has some bite, huh?” Viper got to her feet, shaking off Domino’s attempts at holding her back, A large grin slowly split her lips. “Well then, eat this!”

Mickey’s head snapped backwards, taking the blow where Viper’s fist connected with her face. More tears sprang to her eyes, pouring down her cheeks, mimicking the trail of blood seeping out her nose. The sharp metallic splashed on her tongue and mixed with the saliva pooling in her cupped hands.

“You can have him when I’m done, you know,” Viper said between haggard breaths. She drew up some air and spit. The saliva and mucous mixture landed with a wet splat on the ground. “I hear that’s where you’re comfortable, on your back with your legs spread with an open invitation. Just don’t cry rape afterwards if he doesn’t satisfy you, okay?”

Mickey lowered her trembling, pale, blood dotted hands. Her chin went with it, big puffs of air ejected with forceful blows between her lips. Her hand and nose throbbed, her chest ached under the onslaught of her heart ramming against her ribs, and she wanted to experience the satisfying elation of having pulled Viper’s head off.

So she tucked her chin, charged into Viper, and tackled her out of the tent.

#inconsolable au #formidable #holes fanfic #holes 2003 #snippet #ficlet #my writings #under a read more for length #tw: victim blaming #tw: mention of rape #tw: blood #tw: nosebleed #tw: fighting

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inupibaldspot · 3 years

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Letters and Fights

Request by : @aliendoggo

Paring : Baji x Female Reader.

Synopsis: You kick Baji and then help him write a letter to make up for it

Baji has had enough! He huffed as he walked along a path which led him to a quiet place a bit out of school campus which had an area covered with bushes and trees. I'll write my letter here.

Chifuyu always helped Baji when he wrote his letters but yesterday the former ended up laughing at the way Baji made an error on his letter which was so not cool of him. Baji thought.

Now Baji was walking to this quiet area where he was sure not many people would come and interrupt him.

So he pulled out his pen placing a paper on top of a book and started writing.

Deer Kazutora,

Recently I have been studying queet a lot, I even brought glasses.

Mickey and Draken said people who wear glasses are more intilijent.

Baji was going to continue more when-. "Meow~" His ears perked at the tiny sound and he started looking around.From the corner of his eyes, he saw movement in the bushes so he started making his way.

A small kitten popped its head out and looked at him,meowing. Baji laughed to himself making him extend his hand and gently starts petting it. "Hey there."

The kitten leaned into his touching making Baji melt on the spot. Upon hearing the kitten still meowing, he smiled. "I'll bring you some food later- URK!"

Baji was sent flying. He cursed as he pulled himself up. That kick was probably as strong as Mikey's. He thought as spit out the blood he had formed in his mouth.

"You're the one who did that to Mayo aren't you?" The person started pointing at him.

"The hell?" Baji whispered in confusion as to why a girl popped out of blue,kicked him several feet away and now was shouting at him. Plus why is this girl so strong?!

"I can't believe people like you exist?! What did the Mayo even do to you?" The girl shook her head.

Baji snapped. "Who the hell are you and Who the hell is Mayo? I was just writing a letter when you suddenly came here and kicked the shit outta me!"

The person's expression flattered. "You're not the one... Ehh?" The person trailed her eyes to indeed see some stationaries lying around.

The girl suddenly did a deep bow. "I'm sorry! Recently someone has been harassing the kitten over there and even taped her mouth so that she couldn't eat." They explained. "I came up here and saw you near the kitten and thought it was you who did those."

"My name is Y/N and the kitten over there is Mayo..." You introduced yourself.

"My name is Baji Keisuke." Baji sighed, his anger dissipating. I mean... They were just looking after the cat.

"By the way I just peaked into your letter and..." You nervously played with your hand. "You have a lot of spelling errors over there."

"Wait really?" Baji approached you and picked up the letter as he leaned towards you. "Which part?"

You picked up the pen which was on the ground and pointed at the errors. "Here and here... this part too."

You suddenly beamed,clapping your hands together in realization. "How about I help you proof read your letter as a way of apologizing for the kick earlier?"

Baji beamed at the suggestion. "You will? Thanks!"

This meeting continued even after Baji finished writing his letter. Y/N said she'll always be there to help him with his studies so it became a sort of regular meeting between Y/N, Baji and Mayo.

When Baji would write his letters, you will be playing with Mayo but when you started proof reading Baji would be the one playing with Mayo instead. Baji enjoyed these moments a lot.

The way you would patiently explain where he made mistakes, the way you scrunched your nose figuring out his handwriting, the way you made baby voices when talking to Mayo. All of these made Baji feel happy? Relaxed? Content? He wondered what word could be used to describe what he was feeling.

Baji walked to their usual spot but instead of you,he saw a group of boy. There were six students and from their uniforms he could guess that they were High School Students.

A sharp cry of a cat was heard followed by laughters. On a closer look one of the boys had Mayo held whereas the poor kitten was obviously struggling. Your words on how Mayo had tape stuck on her mouth flashed into his brain.

"Damn,this cat won't stop struggling." One of the boys said. "Maybe we should tape it's limbs this time."

Suddenly a large impact was felt on his face making him drop the kitten. "What the hell?!"

"What were you doing with Mayo?!"

Baji went into crazy mode as he jumped on the boy and punching him until he passed out. The remaining boys also joins the fight.

Don't get me wrong. Baji is strong but right now he was heavily outnumbered and his opponents were high school students. They were physically bigger putting Baji in a disadvantage since Baji was only in middle school.

"Shit..." Baji huffed as his vision start to blur. He managed to beat two more of the high schooler but then three more still remained. One of him hit Baji hard making him fall onto the ground.

"You need some help?" Why the hell was he seeing you face? Just when Baji was about to pass out your face suddenly came into view.

"Go away, little girl~" The high school said in a mocking tone. Baji confirmed that you were indeed here and that he wasn't imagining anything.

"Guess you're the guys who were tormenting Mayo..."

"Mayo? Who the hell is Mayo-"

Before the boy could complete his sentence, you jumped at him,punching his face in. Before others could react you quickly turned to the other dude and kicked him,making him stumble.

The last high schooler ,taking advantage that your back was facing him was about to punch you when a suddenly blow was dealt. You turned to see a smirking Baji. "Y/N,are you a gorilla or something? Why are you so strong?"

You gasped at him. "Why would you ever call a girl gorilla?" You asked as you started punching a guy who was bout to stand up making Baji laugh loudly.

Both you and Baji huffed as you sat side by side after you finally beat the shit out of high schoolers. You turned to look at Baji. “Gonna write a letter to Kazutora-san again?”

Baji smirked and nodded. “I’m going to write everything that’s happening around so that when he comes back he wouldn’t need to try and catch up. It’ll be as if he never left in the first place!”

You smiled as you started rubbing you hand on Mayo’s head. “You’re a nice friend, Baji...”

After that both you and Baji did your usual thing.

Dear Kazutora,

I’ve made a new friend. Her name is Y/N.

And get this! She is super strong. Just now we beat the shit out of six HIGH SCHOOLERS.

I can’t wait to introduce her to you when you come back.

Y/N loves animals a lot too. Right now she is taking care of a stray cat but then she is sad since she can’t take the cat home because her mother doesn’t like them.

She is very fun to be with and smiles a lot!

Baji left a weight on his shoulder to see that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Mayo on your lap had fallen asleep too. Your lips were slightly open making you look adorable.

Right now she is totally passed out. Hopefully she doesn’t drool on my shoulder. Do you think she would get angry if I drew a beard on her?

Her mouth is slightly open and I think she looks cute.

Although she fights scary, Y/N is quite pretty. When ever she smiles, she closes her eyes making her look kinda adorable-

“Are you done, Baji?”

Baji flinched as he quickly stood up making you almost fall since your support stood up. “What the hell? Why did you get you so suddenly?!” You complained.

Baji quickly crumbled the paper he had written on and laughed nervously looking at you. “I did a self check and found too many errors. So I’m going to write it again.”

You noticed that his ears were rather red.

.....

“Hanaemiya Kazutora. A letter arrived for you...”

Dear Kazutora,

I made a new friend. Her name is Y/N.

She fights like a gorilla and looks like one as well. Living up to that nickname ,she is quite strong.

#GirlBoss

With love,

Baji Keisuke.

Kazutora tilted his head,confused as to why his friend had suddenly written about a girl and keeps calling her a gorilla.

#baji headcanons #baji x reader #baji imagine #baji fluff #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine

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arrowflier · 2 years

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Hey Arrow! Huge fan, first-time asker! ❤

I've just seen a reel where this girl keeps calling her boyfriend nicknames that get weirder and weirder ( instagram reel here) and can't help but imagine Ian doing this to Mickey over the years. Could you use your magic to make this reality? 😍

Oh gosh, I can see it! He’d think he was so funny, too. Fair warning that this went briefly serious with a misunderstanding purely because I’ve had a day, but I promise it’s mostly silly!

Call Me Baby, Call Me...What? (AO3 or continue below)

Mickey didn’t know what had gotten into Ian, but he wasn’t sure he liked it.

It started small, and simple. “Pass the remote, babe,” when Mickey was too busy stuffing his face to turn up the TV. “Come back inside, honey,” when Mickey had been out on the balcony for too long, smoking and staring at their neighbors.

Nothing crazy, nothing to raise eyebrows over. Just a man using pet names for his husband. And if Mickey was honest, maybe he didn’t even mind it.

But then Ian pulled an Ian, and things got…weird.

“Hey Mickey, have you seen my scarf?” he asked on a cool fall day, rummaging through an old box of winter clothes.

“The old green one you stole from me like, ten years ago?” Mickey asked, passing through the living room on his way to the kitchen. “You put it on a hangar in the back of the closet, remember? Something about good memories, you didn’t want to pack it up.”

“Oh, right!” Ian said, straightening. He beamed at Mickey, and brushed past him on the way to the bedroom. “Thanks hedgehog, you’re a lifesaver!”

“No problem,” Mickey murmured to his husband’s retreating back, somehow still caught off guard at every compliment that left the man’s lips.

Then he realized what else had left them.

“The fuck do you mean, hedgehog?” he muttered, but Ian was already gone.

It happened again a few days later. Ian had convinced Mickey to join him for a run, and Mickey was regretting every moment. He finally forced them to a stop, bending over with hands on knees and gasping as sweat slid from his face to the ground.

“You’re a fucking madman,” he choked out once he had the air. “There’s no way you do this everyday.”

“It’s not that bad,” Ian argued, jogging in place as he waited. “You’re just not used to it. Bet you could get up to speed in no time if you came with me more often.”

“Fuck that,” Mickey said, and heaved himself back up straight. “Nobody’s that fit.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, FitBit,” Ian quipped. “Now come on, we aren’t even halfway.”

“Thought he had a Garmin,” Mickey mused, half to himself, then shrugged. He was too preoccupied with chasing Ian down to worry about it.

The next time, they were out with Ian’s family. Sitting around a fire in the Gallagher’s backyard, drinking beer and shooting shit while the kids played. Mickey laughed at some stupid joke Debbie made, and then Ian was smiling at him, all sappy-eyed, and asking:

“You want another beer, windchime?”

Mickey’s laugh tapered off, his nose wrinkling.

“Uh, sure man,” he accepted, and handed Ian his empty when the other man walked past. “Thanks.”

“Windchime?” Lip repeated, barely hiding his smirk. “You let him call you weird shit like that?”

Mickey wiped his frown away with a hand.

“None of your fucking business, Phillip,” he muttered, and tried not to think about it too much.

The grocery store two days later wasn’t much better.

“Sorry ma’am, I can’t help you,” Ian was saying as Mickey rounded the corner of the aisle with an armful of snacks. “I’m looking for my—” He saw Mickey, and smiled.

“There he is!” he said, skirting around an older woman to greet Mickey with a quick kiss. “I just need one more thing,” he said, lifting their shared basket so Mickey could drop his stuff inside. “I’ll meet you at the register, okay floorlamp?”

Mickey mouthed the word to Ian’s back as he dashed back the way Mickey came.

“Why, what an odd thing to say,” mused the woman Ian had been speaking to before. “Do you suppose he thinks that’s romantic?”

“I have no fucking clue,” Mickey muttered. Then she tutted, and he looked over to see her watching him with pity.

“I’m sorry, dear,” she said, reaching out to put a hand on his arm. He pulled away, and she let it fall without comment. “It must be hard to—”

“Don’t you have your own man to gossip about by now?” Mickey cut in, jaw set. “If you don’t you better fuck off and start lookin’,” he added to her horrified face. “Don’t seem like you got much time left.”

He stomped right past her, right past the registers, and out the door. Ian could deal with buying their shit; he needed a fucking smoke.

And to think about Ian’s new little hobby.

It came to a head at work the next day. They were meeting up with a client to hand over the day’s cash, and Mickey had run to the back to use their bathroom before he and Ian started the long drive home.

He was coming back out, bag slung over his shoulder, when he heard Ian say it.

“Hey, where’s my trainwreck?”

And Mickey saw red.

“Okay, that’s it,” Mickey snapped, storming over. “You,” he said, pointing to their client, “take your shit.”

He threw the bag of cash at the man’s chest, ignoring the muffled “oof” as he tried to catch it.

“And you,” Mickey said, voice getting colder as he glared at his husband, “take me home.”

“The fuck is with all these nicknames, Gallagher?” he asked once they had made it back to the ambulance. “You tryin’ to make me look stupid or something?”

“What?” Ian asked, brows furrowed. He paused in putting on his seatbelt to look over the console at Mickey, confused. “No, of course not.”

Mickey huffed. Tore off his stupid little army hat, turned to throw it into the back.

“Then why are you callin’ me random words?” he pressed. “You forget who you married all of a sudden?”

“Mickey, I—”

“You what?” Mickey interrupted, leaning back to fold his arms over his chest as he glared. “Thought it was a good idea to call me a goddamn trainwreck in front of a client?”

“I didn’t—”

“It was bad enough when you were going for fuckin’ housewares,” Mickey went on, ignoring him, “but I draw the line at insults, Ian.”

“Mickey.”

Just that, just his name. Mickey shook his head.

“Uh uh,” he said, working himself up further. “You ain’t talkin your way out of this. I’ve half a mind to—”

“It’s a strain.”

Mickey stopped. Blinked.

“What?”

Ian sighed.

“He got a different strain in, and offered us some samples,” he said quietly. “Thought you might want to try it tonight; you’ve been kind of tense lately.”

Mickey deflated.

“Oh.”

“Didn’t know the names were bothering you,” Ian said, shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”

Shit.

“No, you don’t have to—” Mickey started, eyes stuck on the way Ian was gripping the steering wheel. The tightness of his hands, the slight tremble of his fingers. He stopped himself, and rubbed his eyes.

“Look,” he started over, “they weren’t really botherin’ me, okay? I just…” He shook his head. “Don’t get why you want to use ‘em.”

Ian shrugged. His kept his eyes forward as he spoke, gaze focused on something far away through the windshield.

“I thought it was funny, I guess?” he tried. “And kind of cute?”

“But why that weird shit?” Mickey pressed. “Callin’ me stuff like floorlamp ain’t exactly normal.”

Ian looked at him then, eyes wide. Bright.

“But you light up my life,” he said simply, and fuck.

“Fuckin sap,” Mickey whispered, and Ian’s lips twitched up just a smidge.

“They all had reasons, you know,” Ian told him, and took one hand off the wheel to reach for him. Mickey took it.

“I called you windchime because your laugh is like music,” Ian said, stroking the back of Mickey’s hand with his thumb. FitBit because you’re more than a bit fit.”

Mickey snorted.

“Clever,” he quipped, and Ian’s upturned lips became a real smile.

“I thought so,” he agreed, and Mickey squeezed his hand.

“And I called you hedgehog,” Ian went on, “because you always were prickly.”

Mickey starts to pull back his hand.

“But also soft, and sweet,” Ian finished, holding tighter.

“Okay, okay,” Mickey said, rolling his eyes. “I got it.” Then he looked up through his lashes, and smiled, and added, “Lover.”

Ian laughed.

“I know you are but what am I?” he asked, and Mickey tugged his hand away to smack him on the back of the head.

“Shut up and drive, garden hose,” he said, and Ian shifted into gear with a grin.

“Wait, why garden hose?” he asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

Mickey smirked.

“Cause if you get us home quick,” he explained, “I’ll give you a chance to—”

The rest was drowned out by Ian flipping on the sirens and speeding into traffic.

#daily speedwrite #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #fanfic #humor #misunderstanding

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falcqns · 3 years

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partner in crime lV

pairing: August Walker x Reader, August Walker x OFC (Maeve)

summary: August attempts a mission and looks for a nanny.

warnings: ANGST, mentions of graphic death, fluff, mentions of character death, mention of harm inflicted upon an infant. 18+ ONLY.

a/n: This one got a little dark, sorry! Hope you enjoy! also if I missed ANYTHING in the warnings, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! I have mom brain so it wouldn't surprise me if I forgot something!

August hung up the phone with a sigh.

Sloane needed him for a mission.

It wasn’t a high risk mission or anything, Sloane had taken him off of those when he’d informed her he’d be taking Maeve in, but August was still nervous. He didn’t really have friends, and the friends he did have were coming on the mission with him. He had no contact with his mother, his father was dead, and he had no siblings.

He had no one to watch Maeve. He sighed, and flopped his body down on the bed, being careful to avoid the sleeping baby just inches from him. He didn’t know what to do. Sloane said she’d watch her, but she was needed at the Capitol, so his only option was his mother.

He still had her phone number, and she still had his, but he was still nervous. He found her number in his contacts, not under any name, just a number, but he knew it was hers. He took a deep breath, and hit ‘call’.

She answered after the fourth ring. “August?” She said, in a rather monotone voice.

“Hello mom.” He said hesitantly. He heard a slight laugh on the other side of the phone.

“I’m guessing you need something. You never call me.” She said, and August swallowed the lump in his throat, sparing a glance at Maeve.

“Yeah, I do. I um-” He took a deep breath to try and stop the shakiness in his voice. “I have a daughter.” He said simply, and when there was no response, he continued. “I-I only found out about her 2 weeks ago. Her mother died, and I’m all she has left. But, I have to go on a mission, and I don’t have anyone else to watch her. I was wondering if you could.”

“Of course I can.”

August let out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you. I know you and I aren’t on the best of terms, but I have to leave tomorrow night and I haven’t found a nanny yet.” He said.

His mother laughed breathily. “August, I know I wasn’t the best mother to you, and I apologize for that. It’s one of the biggest regrets of my life, pushing you away. If I can make it better, then I want to. And she’s my granddaughter. It’s my job to be there and help you.” She said, and August felt a tear drip down his face.

“Thank you, mom.” He said, a smile breaking onto his lips.

“You’re so welcome Auggie.” His mother said warmly and full of love, a tone and nickname he hadn’t heard since his father was still alive.

August took a shaky breath. He was fully packed for the mission, and his mother was almost there. He knew Maeve would be perfectly fine without him for a day or two, but he didn’t know if he would be. What if she had a trauma meltdown while he was gone, and his mom didn’t know how to handle it? What if something happened to her, and he couldn’t get there quick enough? He’d never be able to live with himself if something terrible happened to her. Despite going into this agreement of taking in Maeve with pity for her situation rather than love for her, she had a hold on his heart, and their bond was the strongest one August had ever had.

To be honest? Maeve had become his reason for getting up in the morning. It used to be his job, but when Anais walked through his door with Maeve in her arms, that little girl became his reason to live. Finding out who hurt Maeve’s mom was a top priority. He couldn’t let his little girl down.

Although he hated to think about it, or admit it, he knew that one day, Maeve would ask what happened to her mother. She’d probably ask him her first day of school.

He could just imagine her on a crisp September morning, a little dress on her body, running shoes on her feet, and her curly hair in two little braids. A backpack practically the size of her on her back, and her eyes full of excitement. He could see her bounding up to him in the school yard after her first day, and the first sentence out of her mouth.

‘Daddy, why don’t I have a mommy like everyone else in my class?’

His breath caught in his throat merely at the imagery. What would he tell her? He wasn’t religious, so telling her that her ‘mommy is up in heaven’ would mess with both of their minds, and his moral compass. How do you explain to a child, any child, that their mother is dead, and you didn’t know why?

A knock at the door pulled him from his reverie, followed by a squeal from Maeve who was playing at his feet. He stood up, and pulled her up to sit on his hip. He took a deep breath, and the father daughter duo made their way to the door to greet his mother.

He opened the door, and there stood his mom. She still looked the same, with a few more wrinkles, and a few more grey hairs. The only thing that was different was the warm smile sitting on her lips.

“Hi Auggie.” She said tentatively, and August smiled back. “Hi mom. Come on in.” He said, and she followed him inside the apartment. She looked around in an amazement at his rather large apartment.

“Your place is beautiful, honey.” She said, and August smiled again.

“Thank you. We recently moved because she needed her own room and playroom and my one bedroom bachelor pad wasn’t cutting it.” he explained, and him and his mom shared a laugh, the first one in many years.

He showed her around the living room, kitchen, his bedroom, her bedroom, the bathrooms, the office, and the both balconies. He dropped Maeve off in her playroom, and August and her mom made their way back to the kitchen.

“So, you might have noticed she doesn’t have a crib.” August said, and his mother nodded.

“Yes I did. Is there a reason she doesn’t have one?” His mother asked.

August took a deep breath and began to explain. “I mentioned that her mother had died, but I didn’t mention how. Her mothers name was Adriana. We were never in a relationship, I barely knew her. We had one night together, and I never saw her again. But, a little over 3 weeks ago, I got a call from a lady named Anais Torres from Child Protective Services and she told me about Maeve. Adriana was killed. In front of Maeve. I won’t go into detail about her death because it was awful. They also hurt Maeve. Not as bad as Adriana, but still pretty badly. She has some scarring around her wrists from it, but mainly it’s emotional trauma.” He said, and reached out to hold his mothers hand when she began to cry.

“That poor baby,” She said, a sniffle coming out as well. August nodded. “She seems so happy though.”

August nodded again before continuing. “She is. She has ups and downs. She doesn’t fully understand what happened, but I think she has PTSD. She goes to a psychiatrist next week and I’ll find out for sure, but I’m pretty much certain she does. The crib is the main trigger. They restrained her to a crib, and she was forced to watch her mom die through there. I put her in it the first night, but she was already half asleep when I laid her in it, so she didn’t notice. She had a nightmare a few hours after, and that’s when she realized she was in a crib. I thought about a playpen, but I assume she’ll have the same reaction. Her other triggers are handcuffs, guns, small spaces. She’s also having an aversion to the smell of peppermint gum, so I think whoever killed her mom was chewing peppermint gum.” He explained, and his mom nodded.

“Okay. If she does get triggered, what do I have to do to calm her down?” “Hold her.” August said simply. “Just remind her that she’s safe and loved and nothings going to hurt her anymore. It can go on for a while, but it never goes beyond crying. She’ll settle down, and fall asleep. She’ll be a little off and emotional for the next few hours, but she’ll be back to normal soon enough. Playing with her hair helps a lot, as does her pacifier.” He said, and his mom nodded.

“Okay. Does she have a daily schedule?” She asked, and August nodded again.

“I usually wake her up around 6:30 because I have to be at work for 7 and she comes with me, but I’ll let her fall asleep in the car again. If I let her sleep, she’ll wake up around 9 or 9:30, so don’t worry about waking her up. She has a floor bed, and she’s been staying in it really well. She doesn’t nap in it, she prefers to nap in my bed, which I allow. For breakfast she has formula, oatmeal, dry cheerios, and some fruit. She’ll play for a few hours, and then she’ll have a nap. She’ll sleep for an hour or an hour and a half, but don’t let her sleep longer than an hour and a half. Then she’ll have lunch. Usually she’ll have the same thing I have, so whatever you make, just give her some of it. Just make sure it’s in small enough pieces. She has a bottle after, and I let her have a little bit of screen time. Her favourite show is Mickey Mouse ClubHouse, so I let her watch a few episodes. She’ll have another bottle, and another nap, and then she’ll play again for a few hours. By the time she’s done playing she’ll be ready for dinner. After dinner, she has a bath, then a book and bed. She usually goes to bed between 6:30-7.” He said, and his mom nodded.

“I put her schedule on the fridge in case you forget anything, along with her triggers. If you need anything, call me. I managed to convince Sloane, my boss, to let me keep my phone on in case you or her need anything.” He said. She just nodded again, and then a chime from his phone was heard, signalling that Ilsa and Benji were on their way to pick him up.

He sighed. “I should go say goodbye to her. I’ve gotta go.” He said, and his mom followed him into Maeve’s playroom where she was building (or trying to) a tower with big lego blocks.

“Maeve?” He called, getting down to her level and watched as she whipped her head around and gave August a big smile. “Come to Dada,” he said, and she dropped the Lego she was holding to crawl over.

He heard his mom chuckle behind him. “She listens a lot better than you did at that age,”

August smiled as he scooped her up. “I always think the same thing. Definitely learned it from her mother.” August remarked sadly. Partly out of what he had learned about Adriana, but mainly because he was going to miss the little girl he’d come to love so easily.

“I’m gonna miss you, but you’re gonna have so much fun with your grandma. I love you.” He said, and she smiled and cuddled him back, her curly head resting on his shoulder. His phone chimed again and he let out a sad sigh.

“Dada has to go. I’ll see you in two days, okay?” He said, and tried not to cry when he handed her off to his mom.

He said goodbye to his mom, and gave her another kiss on the head, before walking out the door, and trying to ignore the sounds of his daughter's pained wails for him. He grabbed his bag, and headed out the door.

Benji and Ilsa were waiting outside in a normal, inconspicuous looking car. He took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and put on his tough face. He didn't want to cry in front of the team. He needed to be tough, and crying wouldn’t make him ‘The Hammer”.

“Hey Walker.” Benji said as he got in, and August gave him a smile.

“Where’s the mission?” He asked monotonously.

“Germany. We’re investigating a target who we believe is a part of The Amiens Family gang.”

At the mention of the gang, August almost choked on his own saliva. “D-did you say Amiens?”

Benji nodded, a confused look spreading on his features. “Yeah. Apparently they’re trying to find a civilian who escaped their custody once before thanks to the police, and according to the files Ethan and I recovered last week, this person has a lot of information, mainly about the financial aspect, and they are not happy in the slightest that this person escaped. One of the targets is in Germany following a lead of their own, so we’re following him.” He said.

August sighed and nodded, and was thankful that no one suspected him yet. He had to practically beg Sloane to keep Maeve off of his file, and he wasn’t ready for everyone to know about her quite yet. She was going through a lot, and the next few months were going to be tough on the both of them as they got to know each other, so the less people involved, the better.

Then, a thought popped into his head. “What’s this civilian’s name?” He asked.

Benji glanced down at the file before speaking. “Alexis Amiens. I think she was very high up in the family, but I couldn’t be sure.” August nodded, and tried to appear unbothered by this information on the outside while he had a freak out on the inside.

If he was remembering correctly, Alexis was the twin sister of Adriana. So, they were after someone who was out to get Maeve’s aunt. That scared the shit out of him. Not just the fact that they were going to be tailing someone who was either a close relation or close contact to the people who killed Adriana, and hurt his daughter, but the fact of who it was. It could have been a coincidence, just like Maeve’s screaming was, but just like the screaming, August didn’t think so.

Were they after Maeve? And if they were, what did they want from her? He desperately needed to fully read her file, but he couldn't very well pull it out in the middle of the car with Ilsa and Benji, who would question him about it, and then demand to know who Maeve and Adriana were. He agreed with himself that he’d wait until he was in Germany, and he’d find time to sit down and read it.

He’d read bits and pieces, but after what Anais had briefly told him about Adriana’s family, he never looked in the family section. Hell, he only barely glanced at it for her name and age before, so he should probably read up on it.

By the time they made it to Germany, August wanted to go home.

He missed Maeve, and his mom had called him and told him Maeve was having a meltdown because she heard police sirens, and it set her off. She calmed down, and was fine, but he wished he could be there for her.

The poor girl was probably so confused, August thought to himself. In the past month, her mom was killed in front of her, a gun was held to her head, she was saved by the police then handed over to CPS, dropped off at some random man (in her eyes) house, and just when she was feeling comfortable, that man had to leave, and she was being watched by another random person she’d never seen before.

But, as much as August wished that he could be with her 24/7, he knew that wasn’t a reality. He had to find a nanny to take care of her during the day, but how would find one that he trusted? He knew for a fact that there were probably people out there who wanted him dead. It was just a part of the job description. Before Maeve, he didn’t care too much.

He always told himself that everything happens for a reason. If he was killed on a mission, it was his time to die. Unfortunate and untimely but still, it was clearly the universe deciding his life was finished. But, now he had Maeve. He had a 7 month old to take care of. If he died, that meant leaving Maeve.

He knew it would happen one day, but he’d always hoped it would be from old age, not an enemy or stray bullet. He didn’t want that on her conscience. He didn't want the idea that ‘everyone I get close to dies’ in his daughters head because that wasn’t healthy.

No. He couldn’t die. Not until he heard her say Dada, not until she took her first steps, until she went to her first day of school (a thought that made him slightly teary eyed, despite being a good 3-4 years away). Not ever. He would not leave his daughter.

He’d lucked out and got his own hotel room. He had a feeling that it was because Ethan was still a little wary of him, as he was new, but he didn’t care. As soon as he was handed the key to the overpriced hotel room where the gala that they’d be attending the next night was being held, he was off towards the elevator, his duffel bag and briefcase in hand.

The second the door shut behind him, he pulled out the file, and sat down at the table that was located beside the big windows and balcony doors. He opened the file, and read through it thoroughly, making sure to not miss anything.

Name: Maeve Luna Walker

Age: 7 months old

Birthday: March 15th, 2020

He knew that. He kept reading.

Mothers name: Adriana Cora Amiens

Fathers name: August Nathaniel Walker

Godmothers name: Alexis Luna Amiens

He swallowed roughly. Alexis was not only his daughter's aunt, she was her godmother. And, Maeve was named after her.

Reason for removal from household: Mother’s death.

Next of kin: August Nathaniel Walker (father)

He was the only one listed, and that satisfied him. At least CPS knew better than to put her with her mothers side.

Description of conditions of the environment where the child was living:

August took a deep breath, before reading the paragraph.

Maeve was found by LAPD police officer (REDACTED) doing a wellness check called in by neighbour (REDACTED).

August rolled his eyes at the word redacted. He could get the information, but that would have to wait until he was back in Washington.

She was restrained to the bed using metal, police grade handcuffs. The diaper she was wearing had been soiled in more than once, indicating she had not been changed in several days. She was extremely hungry and dehydrated. The doctors at (REDACTED) hospital observed that if she had not been rescued when she was, she would have died within 24 hours from dehydration and starvation. There was no physical evidence of abuse on her, other than some light scarring on her wrists from the metal handcuffs. However, she is exhibiting signs of emotional trauma and will likely develop Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It is unclear at this time whether or not she witnessed the murder of her mother, Adriana Amiens, or not.

Addition: as of September 17th- it has been confirmed through viewing of security camera footage that Maeve was indeed present and conscious during the murder of her mother, Adriana Amiens.

He pushed the file away after reading that paragraph. His poor little girl. She almost died because of what happened, and although she wouldn’t have known what was happening, she most definitely recognized the feeling of being hungry, thirsty, and soiled beyond belief. August told himself his little girl would never experience hunger or thirst again if he had anything to do with it.

He took a deep breath to calm his anxiety that had blended into anger, before reading further, specifically on her mothers family’s history.

Adriana Cora Amiens, born August 5th, 1989, was the daughter of Amiens Family Mob leader Charles Jacob Amiens, nicknamed The Master, and his wife, Rose Alena Amiens (formerly Anderson). She was the twin of Alexis Luna Amiens.

Not much is known about her early life, or her education, other than she had a twin sister, an older brother named Andrew, and was privately schooled.

She had very few long term relationships. Her longest relationship has been noted as one of her fathers lackeys, Anton Filho. They began dating in 2000, and the relationship endured until 2005. Sources close to the family state that he was killed by Charles for ‘deflowering his daughter’.

Adriana reportedly emancipated herself due to the murder of Filho, and had zero contact with her father, and the rest of her family, including her twin sister Alexis because of it.

In 2019, she fell pregnant. Sources say that the father is unknown, while others believe it is Fritz Corleone, a former mobster she had been spotted with, however this was never confirmed or denied by either party. It is rumoured that she regained contact with Alexis, who emancipated herself from her family not long after Adriana did, although Adriana did not know this, but this has not been confirmed.

It is unknown whether she went through with the pregnancy and if she did, it is unknown of the child's whereabouts after the birth, and following Adriana’s death.

Adriana died on September 15th of this year. The cause of death has not been announced.

August rubbed his eyes roughly with his fingers. That was a lot of information to take in at once. He definitely thought she made the right choice by emancipating herself from her family after what her father did, but it didn’t go into detail about her father at all. His last hope for that lead was Wikipedia, which meant he’d have to cross reference all the information with the CIA database. He had planned to do so when he originally found out Adriana had been murdered, but he’d been so traumatized by the pictures he found of Maeve that he never looked at it again.

He pulled his laptop out of the briefcase, opened Google, and typed in Charles Amiens on one tab, before opening the CIA database on another. He typed the same thing in the database browser, before heading back to Google. He clicked on the wikipedia link and began reading.

In the files he read previously, there were no pictures of the family. In Charles page however, there was a man who looked just as you’d assume a mobster to look. The greasy slicked back hair, the scowl on his face, the curl in his eyebrow. August didn't dwell on the photo, but rather skipped down to the text on the bottom.

Charles Jacob Amiens was born on November 18th, 1967 to father Jacob Amiens and mother Elizabeth Amiens (formerly Jones), in Brooklyn, New York, New York, United States of America.

It is currently unknown where he obtained an education, both primary, secondary and post secondary.

August switched over to the database to check on the schooling. He confirmed that it is unknown where he obtained his schooling, but on the database, it says that it was a private schooling program named “The Family”. Something about that name was familiar, but he resolved to check on it later.

Amiens took over the head of the family mob the day he turned 18. Suspiciously, this was also the day that his father, Jacob Amiens, went missing and was not found until 2 months later, when his body was found in Prospect Park, although it was clear in the initial investigation that the murder did not occur there.

Now that sparked August’s interest. Did Charles really kill his father or was that just another one of the many coincidences that he’d come across in the last few weeks? Much like the other ones, he found it highly unlikely.

Charles has been associated with over 1500 murders in the upper California area, where he relocated his entire family and employees soon after his fathers body was recovered.

August checked this information as well, and it was also true. Just as he was about to go back to the wikipedia page, something caught his eye.

A notable pattern in the murders that Charles himself carries out is that he carves into his victims, specifically the initials MA, which most take to stand for Master Amiens, which is what he has his men call him.

August slammed his computer shut at that.

Adriana was murdered by her father. He thought back to the photos of the gun being pointed in Maeve’s face. Was Charles the one who inflicted all of this pain on his tiny 7 month old baby currently asleep in Washington under his mothers care?

August felt conflicted. On one hand, he wanted to murder Charles and all those who ever laid their eyes and hands on Adriana and Maeve, but on the other hand, he had a feeling that there was more to Adriana’s murder.

What kind of father would do that to their daughter? August knew he wasn’t the best person. He had a dark history, especially one with the Apostles, but ever since Lane revealed they were going to use Julia as a pawn in the game, he couldn’t do it, and he backed out. He’d changed. It doesn’t mean that he’s a perfect person, but he could never even think to do the things that Charles had done, much less to his daughter.

August glanced around the room, and his eyes landed on the warm and inviting looking bed, and decided to leave the research for tonight. Maeve was safe, and he had a mission to think about. He grabbed the file and lifted it up to put it in the briefcase, when a small envelope addressed to him fell out.

He put the file away, and bent down to grab the letter. He sat down on the bed and opened it.

‘August,

I’m writing you this letter in case anything happens to me.

After our night together, I fell pregnant, and gave birth to a little girl. Her name is Maeve Luna Walker. I made sure she got your last name, and that you were on the birth certificate. I never wanted her to grow up without a mom, but I think I’ve known since the minute I found out I was pregnant that she’d end up with you.

I’m loving being a mom. It’s the best job I could have, and I want you to know I’m not keeping her from you on purpose. We didn’t talk about our families that night, but I come from a rather dark one. I won’t go into details, but us having contact would ultimately result in your death. I don’t want that to happen. The CIA and the world needs you more than Maeve and I do right now.

If anything happens to me, please find who did it. There are people after me, but I don’t know who. I do, however, have a suspicion it has to do with my family. You’re a great man, and an excellent CIA agent. I know you’ll be able to do it.

When you find the woman of your dreams, I want her to adopt Maeve. It pains me to say that, but it’s the right thing to do. Maeve deserves to grow up in a happy and healthy household, a household that I know only you can provide. I need you to protect our daughter. She is the light of my life, and I know she’ll be the light of yours too. She’s a sweet little girl who is sweet and kind to everyone she comes across. She amazes me in the same way you did.

I’m so sorry if I’m gone when you’re reading this, but if I am, it was my time to go. I know we only had one night together, but I want you to know that I love you. I never stopped thinking about you, not for one minute. I love you so much. I will never stop loving you, especially for giving me Maeve, my light in my otherwise pitch black world.

I know you’ll be the best daddy to our little girl, and I’m sorry I won’t get to see her grow up. If she’s anything like her father, she’ll be the best.

I love you. Thank you. I’m sorry.

Adriana.

P.S. I wrote Maeve a letter as well. I was hoping you could give it to her when you feel it's the right time.’

August dropped the letter to the ground and let out a sob, his hands coming to cover his face. Adriana knew that she was going to die, and that there was nothing she could do. Even in that horrible, unthinkable and terrifying situation, she put Maeve first. She thought about Maeve’s safety and wellbeing, both physical and mental. She wanted their daughter to grow up happy and healthy, and wanted him to be happy too.

He felt awful. He’d thought about getting her number, but ultimately decided against it. His line of work didn’t exactly allow him time to have a relationship like that. Hell, it barely gave him enough time to parent, but he managed that. Maybe if he had just gotten her number, he could have saved her from all of this pain. He could have seen the moment that his child took her first breath. He could have seen her first words, the first time she crawled, all of it.

He picked up the letter and folded it up before placing it into his wallet for safe keeping. He picked up the file again. He grabbed the letter addressed to Maeve, and placed it in a different section of his briefcase. Once he was home he’d put in his safe until he was ready for her to have it. He thought about peeking at it, but ultimately decided against it. Adriana wrote that for Maeve, not him. When she read it, it would be up to her if she let him see the contents. He doubted he would let her read the one from him anyways.

Once everything was put away, August flopped on the bed, fully clothed still. It wasn’t long after his tears began to flow freely, and he thought about the mother of his child, who was never going to see her little girl again. He thought back to that night, and suddenly, he could remember every little detail. The colour of her hair, her eyes. The shape of her nose and lips. The way she embraced him with her arms, and touched him with her hands.

Just before he fell asleep, he grabbed his phone off the bedside table where he’d thrown in, and opened up Adriana’s instagram. He found a few selfies that she had posted around the time that they had met, and screenshotted them.

He found one that captured her beauty perfectly, and made that one his lock screen. His home screen was Maeve, the first night they were together, asleep on his chest. That way he had both his girls on his phone no matter where he went, even if one of them wasn’t actually his anymore.

August awoke to banging on his door the next morning.

He groaned, but stood up and answered the door. He was greeted by Ethan, with a stupid grin on his face.

“Rough night?” Hunt asked, and August nodded, stepping to the side and allowing him in.

“Need something?” He grunted out, and Ethan nodded.

“Benji asked me to check on you. He mentioned that you and him had spoken about the Amiens family when him and Ilsa picked you up, and you seemed a little on edge. I just want to make sure we’re both on the same team here.” Ethan said, a serious look on his face.

August always respected Ethan, despite them not always being friends. Ethan trusted his team, and if he had any doubts about anything, he always confronted them himself. He never let things play out. August could come up with a lie about why he was uncomfortable about it, but Ethan had a knack for smoking out liars, so he couldn’t do that. He didn’t want to risk anything.

“I’ve actually been investigating them on my own, is all. I-” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I have a connection to them.” He said simply, and he almost hoped that that would be enough to make Ethan leave it alone, although he knew it wasn’t.

Ethan sat on the chair next to the table that held his briefcase. August sighed and sat on the still unmade bed. “My daughter.”

Ethan sputtered slightly before speaking. “Y-You have a daughter?” he asked, and August nodded in response.

“I do. She was born in March of this year, but I didn’t find out about her until the beginning of this month. Her mother was a part of the Amiens family. Specifically, Adriana.” He admitted, and Ethan sighed.

“Wow. That changes things. Wasn’t she murdered recently?” Ethan inquired, and August nodded once more.

“Yes. In front of Maeve.” He said, and corrected himself when he saw the confusion on Ethan’s face. “Her name is Maeve. They handcuffed my 7 month old to a crib, and forced her to watch her mother be murdered by her grandfather. That’s a speculation though, I’m not 100% certain. He also pointed a gun at her head through the crib, and I assume they were going to shoot, but the police raided where they were being held at that moment.” August said, and Ethan sighed in sadness.

“That’s rough. How is she doing now?” Ethan asked, and August smiled at the thought of his little girl. “She goes through waves. One minute she’s a happy and healthy little girl whose only concern is what toy she’s going to play with next, and the next she’s almost frozen, and seems to be reliving what happened to her and her mother all over again. She can’t sleep in a crib, or a playpen. She hates police officers, guns, handcuffs, and the smell of peppermint. In some ways she’s a normal baby, but there are so many things she’s struggling through, that I’m worried about her development.”

Ethan nodded, and was about to open his mouth to speak, when August’s phone went off. August picked it up, and answered.

His heart dropped into his stomach at his mom's words. Maeve had woken up and realized that August wasn’t there, so she called out for her Mama. When August’s mom had said that her Dada would be back in a few days, she was immediately sent into a meltdown, and his mom couldn’t calm her down, even after half an hour.

“Fuck. Okay. Let me think of something and I’ll call you back.” He said, and his mom thanked him before hanging up.

He turned to Ethan. “How badly do you need me on this mission?” he asked, and Ethan furrowed his brow.

“Is something wrong with Maeve?” He asked and August nodded.

“She’s having a meltdown because I’m not there and my mom can’t calm her down.” Ethan’s eyes widened.

“We can make do without you. You can go home, you’re needed there more than here at the moment.” He said, standing up, and helping August to get packed. August nodded, and as soon as he was packed he turned to Ethan.

“Thank you. I know this mission is important.” He said, and Ethan smiled at him.

“Being a father trumps all of that. You have a little girl, a little girl who just went through hell, so don’t even worry about it. Go make sure she’s okay.” He said, and August nodded, a smile peeking through on his lips.

August dropped his bag as soon as he made it through the door, in favour of finding Maeve. The door shutting behind him seemed to alert his mom to his presence, and a few seconds later, she appeared in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Hi, honey.” She said, opening her arms for a hug. August let himself relax in his mothers embrace for a few moments before leading him into the bedroom.

“She managed to cry herself to sleep, and hasn’t woken up yet. I thought you being here when she woke up would be better than anything else.” She said, and August nodded.

“Thank you.” He said, sincerely, and his mom smiled. “It’s no problem. Other than her huge meltdown she was a perfect angel. I’ll get going, and let you two spend some time together. If you need anything at all, just give me a call, okay?” She reassured, and August thanked her again.

“I’m really glad you’re giving me a second chance, Auggie. I hate what I put you through after your father died. I hate the person I became. I thought I couldn’t be a single parent, but after seeing you do it, I don’t know why I ever thought that.” She said, a tear slipping down her face.

“Mom, it’s okay. I never hated you. I didn’t really understand why you were so cold and distant all of a sudden, but I get it. I wasn’t an easy kid, and I’m sure Dad dying didn’t help,” He joked, pulling a laugh out of his mom. “You were too much like him for your own good.” She said, and August smiled in agreement.

He watched as his mother gave Maeve a kiss on the head, before giving him one as well. “You’re doing a terrific job. I love you, son.” She said, and now it was August’s turn for a tear to fall.

“I love you too, mom.”

He walked his mom to the front door, and closed and locked it behind her once she left. He glanced at his watch, and decided to let Maeve sleep a little longer. Her poor little body was probably exhausted, just like his was from the quick time changes. He walked back into the bedroom, kicked off his shoes, and laid beside his daughter on the bed.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, Maeve’s eyes opened, and a huge smile broke out on her face when she saw her Dada. She cooed and placed her hand on his mouth again. August pressed a kiss to her flesh, and to August’s amazement, she smiled and giggled, instead of crying and asking for Adriana.

“Hello, my love. I missed you,” He whispered, as his daughter snuggled up to him, and closed her eyes again. August followed suit, and the pair were out within seconds.

It took a few days for Maeve to be back to herself fully. Everytime August would leave a room, she’d get anxious and cry, almost as if she thought he wouldn’t come back. August knew that it was his fault. He shouldn’t have taken the mission, she wasn’t ready to be left with random people yet, at least for days on end.

As he sat on the couch working on his laptop, Maeve playing with some cars while watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse at his feet, he realized he needed a nanny. He really didn’t like the fact that he’d been bringing her to work everyday. No one else cared, but he’d rather her first words she says with him not be ‘gun’ or ‘murder’.

He had gotten a few numbers from one of the other agents who was also a parent, but had yet to call any of them, so that’s what he worked on while Maeve was distracted.

A few hours later, and he’d been having terrible luck. Everyone he called either couldn’t do it because of another job, had another family, wasn’t nannying anymore, or was 16. He was beginning to give up hope, when he looked at the last name on his list.

Y/N Y/L/N - (xxx) xxx-xxxx

He tried not to be too hopeful going into the phone call, but when you said that you were available anytime, and were willing to meet with him the next day. He was very pleased to learn that you had worked with children in the past who had PTSD, and developmental disabilities. He knew you were the one already, and knew Maeve would be in the perfect hands with you.

He had religiously cleaned his apartment last night, making sure it was up to standard for a nanny. As he vacuumed Maeve’s playroom, he realized she needed more toys. She had a few, but definitely not enough to support her development. He also needed to get her more books.

Maeve seemed to know what was happening the next morning, because when August woke her up she was all smiles, rather than her grumpy and cuddly self, who cried over August accidentally dropping her favourite pacifier on the ground.

He got her changed and dressed, and put her in her playroom while he got showered and ready. It was a Saturday, and he knew that you wouldn’t be staying for more than an hour today, but he also wanted to appear professional in the beginning. You’d get to see the mess that he was after some missions later.

He immediately liked you. The meeting time was 10:30, and you showed up at 10:25. You had told him that you once worked a job where you had to be on the floor 5 minutes before your shift actually started, so you were in the habit of showing up 5 minutes early to everything.

Maeve instantly liked you as well. She’d crawled up to you, and gave you a hug, and then refused to leave your grasp once she was in it. You had brought her a stuffed elephant, and told her and August that you loved elephants and always gave them to new children you nannied.

He showed you around the apartment, and blushed when you commended him about the floor bed rather than forcing her to sleep in a crib. You also mentioned that it made you happy when parents cared less about fixing the PTSD and cared more about supporting their child and their needs at that point in time because the majority of parents you’d worked with used exposure therapy.

By the time that you’d left August’s apartment, he knew that he’d found a lifelong female presence for Maeve. He wasn’t blind, you were insanely beautiful, but he didn’t want to imply anything because if he was wrong, the only one who’d end up hurting was Maeve, and he didn’t like that.

August watched as Maeve crawled over to the couch, and climbed up. His heart melted when she pushed the curtain aside and waved a chubby hand as best as she could at you as you left the building.

August walked over and scooped her up. “Did you like Ms Y/N?” He asked, and took her excited babbles and hand gestures as a yes. August smiled, and set her down. She took off running (crawling) towards the playroom, adn August turned to make dinner.

As he cooked for the two of them, he thought back to what you had said about exposure therapy. It made him happy to know that he was doing what was considered the right thing, and not forcing her to sleep somewhere that was the cause of so much of her trauma. While he wasn’t thrilled he assembled it for nothing, he knew it wasn’t her fault. He could have fully read the file and skipped the crib when he was shopping, but at least he saved another mother some money and assembly time.

Later that night, as he sat with Maeve in her room as she drifted off to sleep, her hand curled around his pointer finger, he really hoped that this would work out.

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