#mom and dad need to discuss something

[neonwebs]

"Alright, everyone GET OUT!"

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

the downside to being a sitcom neighbour sort of person is that when rough things happen and emotionally fuck u up a lil bit, it also sounds completely made up

[obligatory-name-change]

thinkinggg about. race in adventure time

[not-the-grave]

the depth of abandonment trauma i'm discovering i have is kind of insane

[nightingale-prompts]

Deathday Party

Part of this post series > link

Tim had no idea he was being courted by Danny and was making his way to an official engagement at this rate. What he did know was that Danny had invited him to an important party at the mansion of none other then Vlad Masters.

Danny had mentioned that his family and Masters had a rocky past but it had gotten better before he left for university. Tim wasn't convinced due to the stories Danny had offhandly mentioned. The guy had tried to out Danny to his parents and rallied the town against him. So excuse Tim for not wanting Danny to go back to a homophobic town like that and a bastard who did something so petty just because a kid's mom wouldn't sleep with you.

But Danny was his friend. The only normal friend he had who treated him like this. Sure he really likes giving gifts and has a fascination for flowers but that's all the more reason to look after him. It was pure luck that Tim befriended him before a cult did.

Tim was still going to supportive and still needed to make it up to Danny for not visiting Amity Park last time. So he packed and boarded the plane a few days before the party.

Danny began introducing Tim to everyone in his family. For the most part, it was a warm welcome. Danny's dad told him that they would have to sleep in separate rooms because "He knows how boys could be and there will be no funny business."

Tim was indignant but reminded himself to be polite. Danny's dad may not be the most accepting of LGBT people but this was his home.

Danny only blushed and brushed his dad off, after all, he and Tim hadn't even kissed yet.

Danny's friends were cool though. Sam was definitely the source of Danny's gothic tendencies. She and Danny discussed herbs, crystals, and graveyards together while Tim got to know Tucker.

The next day they went to the Masters' estate and Tim met Danny's other family. Dani or Elle was Danny's little sister or cousin or something. It was confusing but she immediately took a liking to Tim.

"Ooo, he's cute~ You dont mind sharing right Danny?" She teased linking arms with Tim.

"Knock it off Elle. He's too old for you anyway and if Vlad heard you he'd set Tim on fire." Danny admonished her pulling her off by the hoodie.

Tim didn't catch that Danny was being completely serious about the fire part.

Vlad Masters would be out of the house until the party that night but the mansion was being set up for the event. Apparently, the "Deathday" party was a bigger deal than Tim thought. The guest list was a mile long.

From what Tim gathered a death day was a celebration of life after a near-death experience. Like if someone flatlined during surgery and are brought back. Its actually a pretty smart way to deal with trauma by making the event a reason to celebrate.

Tim had heard from Danny of the day he was electrocuted and that it changed his life. He definitely had the scar to prove it. Danny had gotten a UV tattoo over it or something because it glowed faintly at night. It was pretty cool.

That evening Tim was handed his costume for the event. The party had a royal theme, something that didn't seem like Danny's idea. Still, Danny's silver and ivy green dublette looked...pretty good. Tim dressed in a similar red and gold suit.

"You look good." Danny pulled out an ornate emerald cravat pin and pinned it to Tim label.

"You too," Tim said without thinking but Danny smiled before going back to putting the finishing touches on their outfits.

It was...intimate to say the least as Danny pulled back Tim's hair. He fastened their capes and a (fake) dagger to his belt.

Danny put put on a subtle layer of makeup. Darkening his eyes, cheeks, and lips. It gave him a pale and deathly appearance.

"I have to look my best. I don't want anyone to think I'm just using you as arm candy." Danny laughed.

"That implies that you are using me as that already." Tim jested but stopped when Danny pointed to the makeup trey. "You're joking."

"Im not. It's an important event and this isn't Gotham. There are alot of people i want you to meet. Just play along." Danny begged.

Tim agreed letting Danny put on a bit of black and red makeup.

"Aww, Tim. You look absolutely ghastly. Your funeral ready." Danny gushed as he turned to grab the last things they needed. Two circlets with stars emblems embedded in them.

Tim laughed internally. Danny was always to positive Tim forgot just how goth he was. Tim knew he shouldn't be surpised.

Tim and Danny walked to the mansion's ballroom which was full of guests dressed similarly to them. The room glowed eerily under green-flamed torches. Very gothic. On second thought this suited Danny.

A staff member er...servant announced their arrival.

"His Highness the High Prince of the realm of infinite space and his guest."

None other than Vlad Masters approached. He had thrown this party for his godson and wanted everything perfect. He eyed Tim critically before speaking to Danny.

"Daniel I heard about your...friend from Elle. Its that what he is?" Masters studied.

"He's my-"

"Boyfriend! I'm his boyfriend." Tim interrupted. He was not going to let this homophonic piece of shit undermine Danny's sexuality again and try to embarrass him. Especially on such an I'm day. " Tim Drake, son of Bruce Wayne and head of Wayne Industries. I've heard a LOT about you Mr.Masters."

After a moment Vlad nodded and smiled.

"You've chosen well. He's quite the catch my boy. Happy Death Day." Vlad patted Danny on the back before going to mingle with Danny's parents who where tearing up the cheese platter.

Danny blinked owlishly at Tim. Tim had never used that word yet, Danny thought they were not at that stage yet.

"Sorry Danny, i got caught up." Tim sighed.

"You know he's going to tell everyone right?" Danny laughed "I hope you're ready."

Danny dragged Tim to meet his ghost friends for the rest of the evening between dancing and eating.

Tim had fun meeting Danny's fellow goth friends who complimented him a lot. They were definitely strange but they really loved Danny. The whole party was like a Renaissance festival meets one of those novels that Jason loved. Actually, Jason would be so jealous of him right now. Tim made sure to take pictures. Some of them came out fuzzy but it was enough to make Jason mad.

[rafedarling]

i love to see when wife still pregnant with Rustyn or Sissy, she can’t eat anything because of her morning sickness so Drew make her favorite food to help her feel better. Drew would carefully preparing a spread of fresh fruit, toast, and ginger tea—anything that might ease her nausea. I know that man would be so sweet and take care of both of them 🥹

𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

pairing: dad!drew starkey x mom!reader

summary: four months into your second pregnancy, morning sickness hits harder than you ever expected. with drew’s unwavering support and rustyn’s adorable attempts to cheer you up, you realize that even in the most exhausting moments, your family’s love makes everything better.

warning(s): english is not my native language. pregnancy symptoms (morning sickness, fatigue), mentions of food, and extreme fluff.

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It’s 4:07 a.m., but it feels like time has stopped. You’re sitting on the cold bathroom floor, your back against the wall, trying to steady your breathing. The nausea that’s plagued you all week is worse tonight, a relentless wave that refuses to let you rest. Drew crouches beside you, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back, the other brushing a damp strand of hair from your face.

“Baby, are you feeling better now?”

Drew asks, his voice laced with concern.

You’re too exhausted to answer, your body drained from the constant sickness. Instead, you give him a small nod, leaning your head against the cool tiles.

It’s been four months into this pregnancy, and you’ve already noticed how much more challenging it is compared to when you were carrying Rustyn. Back then, the nausea was manageable, and you had bursts of energy to get you through the day. This time, the morning sickness is… unforgiving, leaving you weak and overwhelmed.

Drew watches you carefully, his blue eyes filled with worry.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay? I’ll be downstairs making you a matcha tea.”

His voice is gentle, like he’s afraid to disturb your fragile state.

“Thank you, baby,”

You whisper, your voice barely audible. You let him help you back to bed, lying down slowly, grateful for the comfort of the sheets. Drew tucks you in with a kiss on your forehead before heading downstairs.

Unbeknownst to both of you, a sleepy-eyed Rustyn has woken up and shuffled out of his room, clutching his favorite stuffed dinosaur, already intuitive, sensing when something’s off. Hearing the sounds of his dad in the kitchen, he pads down the stairs in his little dinosaur-print pajamas.

“Dada?”

Rustyn calls out, rubbing his eyes as he enters the kitchen.

Drew turns, surprised to see his son awake at this hour.

“Hey, buddy. What are you doing up? It’s still early.”

Rustyn blinks up at him, his voice soft.

“Mama sick?”

Drew crouches down to Rustyn’s level, brushing his curls out of his face.

“Yeah, Mama’s not feeling so good this morning. She needs some rest.”

Rustyn’s little face scrunches in thought before he tugs on Drew’s sleeve.

“I want to help Mama?”

Drew smiles, his heart swelling at Rustyn’s determination.

“You want to help me make something for her?”

Rustyn nods enthusiastically, his sleepiness forgotten.

“Soup!” he exclaims, the word coming out in a high-pitched squeal.

Drew chuckles.

“Alright, soup it is. Let’s make some chicken soup for Mama.”

Rustyn climbs onto a stool by the counter, watching intently as Drew gathers the ingredients. He’s too little to do much, but Drew lets him “help” by handing him pre-washed herbs to place in a bowl.

“Good job, buddy,” Drew says, ruffling Rustyn’s hair.

Rustyn beams, proud of his contribution.

“Mama loves soup.”

“I think she’ll love it,”

Drew replies, his heart melting at how much Rustyn cares.

While the soup simmers, Drew brews some matcha tea, making sure it’s not too hot. He pours it into your favorite mug, setting it carefully on a tray alongside a bowl of soup.

“Breakfast in bed for Mama,”

Drew announces, lifting the tray.

Rustyn trails behind him, clutching his stuffed dinosaur.

“Me too!”

When they enter the bedroom, you’re lying on your side, your eyes half-closed. The sound of Drew’s voice and Rustyn’s little footsteps make you stir.

“Morning, Mama,” Drew says softly, setting the tray down on the nightstand.

Rustyn climbs onto the bed with determination, his little hands reaching for yours.

“Mama, we make soup!” he says proudly, his face lighting up as he hands you the stuffed dinosaur.

“Dino make you feel better!”

You can’t help but smile, your heart swelling at the sight of your son’s effort.

“Thank you, baby,” you say, pulling him into a hug.

“And thank you, Dino.”

Drew sits beside you, helping you sit up slowly.

“Here, take it easy,” he says, handing you the mug of tea.

The warmth of the tea and the smell of the soup make you feel a little more human. You sip the tea, letting the bitterness calm your stomach. Rustyn snuggles up next to you, his tiny hand resting on your growing belly.

“Mama, is baby in there?”

Rustyn asks, looking up at you with curious eyes.

You nod, placing your hand over his.

“Yep, your little sibling is in there.”

Rustyn grins, his excitement contagious.

“I’ll be big brother!”

“You’ll be the best big brother,”

Drew says, leaning over to kiss the top of Rustyn’s head.

“Mama and the baby are so lucky to have you.”

Rustyn giggles, his laughter filling the room.

After finish your tea and manage a few spoonfuls of soup, you feel a little better, though still tired. Drew takes the tray and sets it aside, lying down next to you. Rustyn climbs onto Drew’s chest, his favorite place to cuddle, and the three of you settle into the quiet comfort of the morning.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your eyes meeting Drew’s.

“For what?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“For being you. For taking care of me. For teaching Rustyn to be so thoughtful.”

Drew smiles, his hand resting on your belly.

“We’re a team, remember? And you’re the strongest person I know.”

You lean into him, feeling grateful despite the challenges of this pregnancy. With Drew’s unwavering support and Rustyn’s adorable enthusiasm, you know you’re not alone.

As you drift off to sleep, Rustyn’s tiny voice cuts through the quiet.

“Mama, baby okay?”

“Baby’s perfect,” you murmur, your heart full.

[nogutsnogloria]

summary: jack has baby fever. that it. that’s the tweet

jack abbot x nurse reader

warnings: hospital setting, talks of injury, talks of children, jack down bad, suggestive language, milf and dilf in training

your night hadn’t been anything special at work just the standard trying to get beds cleared up, that was until a mother walks in with her three year old and a 10 day old baby. her three year old had fallen out of his bed and bumped his head in the middle of the night. the mother looked so exhausted and there was no dad in sight.

you slide open the curtain to get a bit of history, administer some children’s tylenol and take the toddlers vitals. talking to the mom you find out the new baby was born over a video call as her husband was deployed right now and couldn’t get home, she had clearly been running on fumes, she has help usually during the day but at night is when it’s really hard for her. ellis comes in to assess and decides that a ct should be ordered just in case. the mom is clearly torn about being with her toddler and her new baby. you take a look down at the baby sleeping in the car seat and before you can even think about it your offering. “i can watch her so you can be with him?” the mom thinks about it before she’s nodding with a “sure”

you take the car seat back to the nurses station and put it down on the desk next to you, and get to work on some charting. the baby starts to squawk letting you know she’s not pleased with something so you don’t hesitate to unbuckle her from the car seat and pick her up to soothe her, she settles falling asleep on your chest so you get back to work. you don’t feel his eyes on you while you do.

ellis and walsh come up to the nurses station. “girl you’re exploding ovaries over here” ellis says. “yeah especially abbot’s” walsh jokes. you look up at her with a roll of your eyes “yeah, right. it’s not me it’s the baby. she’s so good for a newborn.” and give her a shake of your head. “he has not taken his eyes off of you since you took her out of her carrier” you turn around and chance a look at your husband, and annoyingly the girls were right. he’s looking at you with something extra in his eye. not even looking away while he’s talking to shen about something. you give him a little smile letting him know that you caught him staring again.

everyone leaves you to work with your little assistant still sleeping on your chest. her mom and brother should be back from radiology soon, but not before jack comes over. he’s looking down at you from where he’s standing. “that looks, insanely good on you” you blush at him. “oh yeah? scale of 1 to 10, 10 being that red dress you like so much?” you just started the discussions of having kids of your own, both deciding that the time was right, just needing the biology of it all to be in your favour. he sticks his tongue in his cheek to stop the smile he wants to give you. shaking his head with it.

you notice the toddler and his mom are being wheeled back to the exam room. “i should check if they need anything” jack stops you before you get up. “no you stay i’ve got it”

he walks in and checks in with the mom, she says they’re all good but stops him before he leaves. “who would i talk to about giving our nurse recognition? she made my life so much easier tonight, not by just taking my baby so i could be with him, but she let me vent and ramble about my life and made me feel like i mattered. even though we are in the emergency room this is the most my mind has been at ease in two weeks, and now she’s taking good care of my baby out there, i think if there is anything i can do that can get her something i want to do it.” jack looks out at where you are, now standing and bouncing with the baby. “i can make sure she’s taken care of, we have some peer recognition systems in place. if you want there are patient satisfaction surveys online at the hospital website as well” he turns back to the mom with a nod. “your results should be in soon. just ring the bell if you need anything.”

results come back in and it is just a bump on the little boys head so you’re getting discharge papers all ready and buckling the little girl back into her car seat for her mom, making sure her hat is on and the blanket is tucked around her so that she doesn’t get a chill when they step out into the brisk early morning. your heading to the room with your hands a bit full so jack stops to grab the car seat out of your hands, and you won’t lie watching him carry that is doing something for you, but you have to keep it professional so you head in with the usual “if any thing changes come back to see us” your turning to the little boy “hey buddy do you want a sticker? i have dinosaurs and trucks. he nods and chooses his sticker. “can my sister have one too?” you smile at him “of course why don’t you pick one for her and keep it safe” the mom stands and gets her crew ready to go. “thank you for taking such good care of us” she grabs your hand and gives it a little squeeze. “it is no problem at all. i hope you can get a bit of sleep tonight.” with that she’s heading out the door heading home.

jack turns to you. “you really have to stop that you know” you look at him confused. “stop what?” he looks down in your eyes. “having all that compassion, you’re making the rest of us look bad. that mom all but handed me your next recognition award when i went in to see her” you blush and grumble a bit “seriously i’m just doing my job” he tucks a strand of hair out of your eyes. “i know you are, but you’re really good at it, just like you were really good with that baby.” he couldn’t not bring it up. you smile a bit shyly at him. “jack abbot do you have baby fever?” he laughs at that. “yes, actually i do. really bad. ever since you agreed to have one it’s all i can think about, shifts over in half an hour, lets see what we can do to break the fever” you smack his chest and roll your eyes. “meet you at the desk in thirty and then you are taking me home, i’ll see what i can do about that fever.”

[rafesbabygirlx]

A Lot of Time has Passed |Part 1

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Season 4 Rafe x Maybank reader

Summary: Beginning at the time jump, the Pogues seemingly succeeded at something, Rafe is struggling with making amends and being a better person. JJs sister left the island after returning from South America. Returning after 18 months with a secret.

A/N: Writing this with inspiration from season 4 part 1. Rewriting plot lines. No mention of Y/N but is written in her perspective. Was inspired of Rafe’s new character arc which I love but thought I’d make it a bit more interesting and messy.

Also- you have to imagine that Maybank reader is intertwined in the previous seasons. And was involved with Rafe. She understands him more than Sofia. She is JJs half sister, takes after her mom, brunette brown eyes tanned skin.

Not really proofread

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: smut (fingering) tough discussions, loss of life (Ward, Big John) Rafe can get a little mean, sorry Sofia lovers.

It’s been 18 months since you returned to the island. While you’ve stayed in touch with your half-brother JJ and the rest of the Pogues, you only saw them once in a while since you had made them travel to the mainland. You relished the escape from the chaos of the Outer Banks. Although you maintained a connection with your mother, it wasn’t until you decided to move in with her that you saw her again. You never imagined you’d come back, but hearing about the Pogues’ long-overdue success and newfound wealth drew you back to celebrate.

Once you arrived, you made an effort to keep a low profile. You headed straight to the old house you and JJ used to share. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed at how much he paid for it, but the joy of being back with your little brother overshadowed that irritation. Everything felt just as it had in the past, and you slipped seamlessly into your role as their ‘older sister.’

You found yourself speaking with Sarah down by the docks, where she asked how you were doing and how things were going—just the usual small talk. Then came the question you dreaded: “Have you seen him?” You stared out at the water, trying to push thoughts of him aside while enjoying your time with the Pogues. Subconsciously, you gripped your gold necklace by its 2 charms, one a ‘V’ initial and the other a baby rattle as you replied, “No, I haven’t, and I’m hoping to keep it that way.”

You hadn’t planned to stay long, just a week or two at most, with hopes of hanging out in the Cut, grabbing some groceries, and indulging in shopping at boutiques you never go to do before. You wanted to avoid anything that might draw attention to you. Living with your mom—who was now clean and remarried—had been a breath of fresh air. She shielded you from worry, allowing you to focus on taking care of what you needed to and building a decent savings while working a stable job, free from the burdens your father had imposed.

After chatting a bit more, you hugged Sarah and rejoined the group. They were deep in conversation about a bike race happening the next day. Glancing at JJ's bike in the yard, you felt a mix of confusion and admiration for his confidence. Although you hadn’t planned to join them for obvious reasons, he managed to convince you to come along. With such a big crowd, you thought you could easily blend in and suppress the anxious flutter in your chest at the thought of running into Rafe. Confident, yet now he’s all you can think about.

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The last time you saw him was when you returned home from South America. While you were glad to see him, you dreaded the conversation about his father. After leaving the group at the airport, you headed to Tannyhill. As you entered, he greeted you with a warm hug, lifting you off your feet and showering you with kisses. He set you down, his face bright with a smile, contrasting sharply with the sadness that clouded your own.

Before you set out for South America to help John B with his dad, Rafe had stopped you just before boarding the plane. He promised he’d be a better person for you and wanted you to return from the trip to him. With that, he slipped one of his silver rings onto your finger and kissed you, giving a nod that it was okay to go.

There was always a powerful connection between you two, despite the class divide and his intense disdain for Pogues. You were the exception. Everyone adored you—both Pogues and Kooks alike—especially when you worked as the favorite bartender at the Country Club. You and Rafe bonded over the absence of your mothers and the shortcomings of your fathers. It was a match made in an unlikely paradise.

Though you were never officially together, largely due to his ego, you often went out publicly. Despite JJ and the group’s disdain, you convinced them—and yourself—that it meant nothing, even though deep down, you knew it did. The same could be said for Rafe with Topper and Kelce. No matter what happened, you both struggled to fully pull away from each other. Until that night.

You led Rate to the living room of Tannyhill and gently broke the news of his father's death. The color drained from his face, and his breathing grew rapid and heavy. In an attempt to console him, you placed your hand, adorned with his ring, on his arm, but he abruptly yanked it away and stood up, clearly overwhelmed. Before you could fully explain the circumstances surrounding the tragedy, Rafe erupted in anger. "This is what happens when people get close to someone like John B! Pogues are nothing but worthless pieces of shit, I trusted you all with him!" He lashed out, placing the blame on them as if Ward's insatiable greed hadn't played a role in his decisions. It was bewildering that he believed any of us wanted his father there in the first place. This wasn't any of ours fault.

"Rafe..." you pleaded, desperation lacing your voice. "I don't want to hear it! I can't even look at you right now. All those things I said to you, and you let this happen?! You got my father killed?!" His voice thundered with rage, his eyes dark and wild, veins bulging in his neck.

"You really think we wanted this? John B lost his dad too, you know that?! This was NEVER supposed to happen. I'm so sorry." But Rafe didn't want to hear your apology. "Get away from me! Don't come back! I never want to see you again," he shouted, the finality of his words slicing through you. You felt the tears streaming down your face, sorrow intertwined with disbelief. How could he say this after all the loving promises he had made before leaving? You sat in stunned silence for a moment, then carefully slid the ring off your finger and placed it on the coffee table. With a heavy heart, you turned and walked out of Tannyhill. Rafe didn't even glance back; he couldn't. Deep down, he knew he didn't mean any of it, but his anger always got the best of him.

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As you emerged from your thoughts, everyone decided to head inside for the night, giving JJ some much-needed rest before the race the next day. You settled into your old bed, replacing the dust-covered sheets, and despite the whirlwind of emotions flooding your mind about being back, sleep quickly overtook you. Before long, JJ was shaking you awake, urging you to hurry and get ready.

When you arrived at the racecourse, you kept your distance from the group, sticking close to Cleo to avoid any potential confrontations.

JJ understood what was going on without needing to ask, and he respected your space; having you there, after all this time, was what mattered most to him. It was a relief, allowing you to watch from afar as Rafe interacted with Topper, their tension palpable from a distance.

As the race began, excitement surged through you. Ju took the lead, but then Rafe unexpectedly tapped him, sending both of them flipping over their bikes, igniting a chorus of cheers from the crowd.

Once the race concluded, you made your way towards the group. Topper walked by, not being able to help gloat saying something to Sarah. He then caught your eye, a smug smile on his face, but he chose not to say anything, merely walking away while shaking his head. You refused to let it bother you; Topper's opinions meant nothing, yet you knew that this would undoubtedly reach Rafe, and you hoped to slip away before that happened-at least, that was what you hoped.

As the crowd began to thin out, you felt exposed among the remaining Pogues and Kooks. Seeking a bit of refuge, you decided to head towards the shack that stored drinks and equipment for the track, needing a breather from the charged atmosphere. Just as you turned to leave, your eyes locked with Rafe's.

Your heart raced as a heavy silence enveloped you, and for a moment, neither of you could look away. In that instant, you noticed Sofia slip her arm through his and plant a kiss on his cheek. Another dark haired, brown eyes Pogue you knew from the cut and worked with the country club. He clearly had a type. She playfully pulled his attention back to her. Seizing the chance, you quickly resumed your path to the shack, desperate to put distance between yourself and the turmoil of emotions that Rafe always seemed to ignite within you.

You stepped into the shack, the sunlight streaming through the windows casting long shadows across the floor. Your heart raced with nervousness, and you weren't sure if you wanted to stay or leave. With your back to the door, you pressed one hand to your chest and the other to your forehead, trying to steady your breathing, when a low voice broke the silence.

"Hi."

You spun around to find Rafe's imposing silhouette framed in the doorway, his tall figure looming over you. "Rafe, please, just go. I don't need this. I'm here for my brother," you insisted, your voice unsteady. He chuckled, stepping further into the room, the warmth of his presence engulfing you.

"I've missed you, Maybank."

"Don't say that to me," you retorted, backing away as he moved closer. Soon, you found yourself pinned between him and the table, his blue eyes piercing through the dim light, sparkling with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. He studied you with an expression that was both longing and mischief, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before gently cupping your face.

It left you bewildered, and you instinctively tried to push him away. "A year and a half ago, you couldn't stand me, and now you're all over me. You can never make up your mind."

A smile crept across Rafe's face. "I could never hate you. I never hated you. I was angry, sure, but I took it out on you-and you never gave me a chance to apologize. You vanished, changed your number, and everyone who knew where you were would never tell me."

"Rafe, please just go," you pleaded, feeling trapped. But before you could protest further, he lifted you effortlessly and set you down on the table.

"I can't stay away from you. Please, let us have this moment," he murmured, his voice low and earnest. He leaned in, inhaling your familiar scent-the coconut and mango shampoo mixed with a hint of jasmine perfume. Then, without warning, he pressed soft kisses against your cheek. You let out a slight moan, unable to suppress the spark of electricity that coursed through you at his touch.

He smiled against your skin, his face inching closer to yours. Then, before you could register the moment, he pulled back slightly to gaze into your eyes once more before crashing his lips against yours. The shock of the kiss momentarily stunned you, but as the reality of what was happening sank in, you found yourself responding, moving your lips against his as if you had been waiting for this moment all along.

His hands began to explore your soft skin, gliding down your arms to intertwine his fingers with yours. You felt the familiar weight of the ring that once adorned your finger. He released your hand, gripping the nape of your neck and pulling you closer as his right hand traced down your torso. You wore a thin, cropped strapless top and a mini skirt. His fingertips teased the upper hem, grazing the tops of your breasts while he moved lower, grasping your waist as if afraid to let you go.

Both of you fought for breath, pulling away to look at each other, laughter escaping your lips. “I’ve been waiting to do this again for so long,” he admitted.

“Do you think your girlfriend would appreciate you saying that to me, Rafe?”

“What?”

“Sofia, the girl outside who kissed you on the cheek?” You sarcastically remind him. “Do you think she’d appreciate this? I may be many things, but I won’t be an accomplice to cheating.”

He sighed, “That means nothing to me. If anything, she’s just a distraction while you were gone. It’s always been you I’m meant to be with. I ruined it and forced myself to move on. And now you’re back.”

You bit your finger, feeling conflicted. “But—” Before you could interrogate him more, he captured your lips in another kiss, drowning out your thoughts. His hands ventured lower, teasing the hem of your skirt. Looking into your eyes for confirmation, you nodded, giving him permission to explore further. He slipped his fingers beneath your clothing, pressing against your core, and groaned as he felt your wetness.

He swirled his fingers before moving to your clit, rubbing in deep, rhythmic motions. You broke the kiss to moan, your head thrown back, exposing your neck and chest. He kissed a trail from behind your ear to the tops of your breasts, and then, with a practiced ease, slid a finger inside you.

You gasped, leaning into the crook of his neck. “That’s a good girl. You can take a little more, right?”

You whimper a soft yes, and he added a second finger, igniting a fevered kiss filled with passion and frustration. Despite your anger, desire overwhelmed you. He pumped in and out quickly, his thumb working your clit, sending you into a frenzy. Your breaths quickened, and you were amazed that no one could hear your moans.

“That’s right, baby. Let me make you feel good. Let me make it up to you. Come for me.”

As waves of pleasure washed over you, your head spun, heart racing. With a gasp, you reached your peak, surrendering completely as he rode out your orgasm, his unoccupied hand brushing your cheek. After a few lingering pumps, he withdrew, licking his fingers clean before adjusting your panties and gazing into your eyes.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said softly. You struggled to find your voice, lost in the moment until the door slammed open, revealing JJ. Rage simmered within you at the thought of a confrontation between him and your brother, but Rafe turned to you. “We’ll talk more another time, baby.”

You smiled and nodded, but as he walked out, JJ turned to you with a look of disgust. “What the hell did he want?”

“Nothing. We were trying to talk before you interrupted,” you replied. “I didn’t know he saw me come in.”

“Are you going to talk to him about her?”

“I don’t know, J.”

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I hope you like it. My first of many stories. I decided to break it into parts. Stretch it out over the month before part 2 of the season drops.

[jungwnies]

parent trap | daniel ricciardo (dr3)

୨ৎ : featuring : dad!daniel x mom!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : when their twin daughters secretly swap places, exes daniel ricciardo and you are forced to reunite, leading to an unexpected second chance at becoming a family again (inspo: the parent trap)

୨ৎ : genre : romance / fluff / comedy ୨ৎ : tws : none... unless these count (divorce, separation, co-parenting struggles, mentions of past heartbreak, emotional tension, family conflict, mild angst, second-chance romance) ୨ৎ : word count : 1021

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : the parent trap is such a fun watch, so this was VERY fun to write honestly

co-parenting across continents was never supposed to be part of the plan.

you and daniel had once been everything to each other. young and in love, sure that you could handle anything life threw your way. but love alone wasn’t enough when his life was spent on the road, racing from country to country, while yours was rooted in sydney, trying to build a stable home for your daughters. eventually, the distance and the constant sacrifices became too much, and you made the heartbreaking choice to go your separate ways.

daniel had returned to his world of high-speed races and podium celebrations. you had stayed in australia to raise your twin daughters, isla and evie. the arrangement was simple. isla lived with you, evie lived with daniel in perth, and they switched places during school holidays. it was not perfect, but you thought it worked well enough.

until your daughters decided they had a better idea.

the first sign that something was off came when isla suddenly developed an interest in motorsports, despite years of insisting she hated racing. then evie, who had never been interested in anything outside of racing and adventure, started asking more questions about your childhood and your life. their wardrobes subtly changed. isla, who always wore bright colors, started wearing evie’s darker clothes. evie began picking out dresses instead of hoodies.

you thought it was just a phase, something harmless. that was until one evening, you turned on the television and saw an f1 broadcast showing daniel arriving at the paddock, his daughter isla at his side, proudly wearing his team’s cap.

except isla was sitting on the couch next to you.

daniel was not the most observant person in the world, but even he should have realized that his daughter was not actually his daughter.

for a full week, he had no idea. he had proudly introduced "evie" to his team, shown her around the garage, and taken her out for dinner, believing nothing was out of the ordinary. it was only when she casually mentioned knowing how to surf, something evie definitely did not know how to do, that realization hit him.

when isla finally burst out laughing and admitted the truth, daniel had stood there in stunned silence for a solid minute before calling you.

now you were sitting at a café in sydney, waiting for him to show up.

it had been years since you last saw daniel in person. the last time you had spoken face-to-face had been when you finalized custody arrangements, both agreeing that distance was necessary to make things work. yet, here you were, about to discuss the fact that your daughters had successfully pulled off an identity swap behind your backs.

you glanced at your watch and sighed. of course, he was late.

a chair scraped against the floor, and you looked up to see him grinning at you.

"hey, stranger."

you crossed your arms, unimpressed. "you’re late."

he shrugged, his smile easy as ever. "had to make an entrance."

"you mean you had to stop for coffee on the way here."

he laughed, shaking his head. "alright, you got me." then his expression softened as he studied you. "you look good."

you ignored the warmth in your chest and focused on the matter at hand. "we need to talk about what we’re going to do about isla and evie."

daniel leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs. "well, grounding them would probably be useless. they’d just find a way to switch again."

you sighed. "i still can't believe they pulled this off."

"i can," he said, smirking. "they’re too smart for their own good. wonder where they get it from?"

"not from you," you said, raising an eyebrow.

he placed a hand on his chest, feigning offense. "ouch. here i was thinking we were going to have a mature co-parenting discussion."

you laughed despite yourself, shaking your head. "fine. let’s talk. what do we do? stricter rules? better communication?"

daniel hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, his playful expression turning serious. "or maybe we listen to them. they’re obviously trying to tell us something."

you frowned. "like what?"

"like maybe they want more time together. maybe they don’t want to keep switching between us," he said. then, quieter, "or maybe they think we should try again."

his words hung in the air between you.

your heart pounded as you looked at him. it was impossible to ignore the way he was watching you, the way he had always watched you, with a kind of unwavering certainty.

you looked down at your coffee, stirring it absentmindedly. "daniel…"

"i know," he said quickly. "i know we said we were better apart. i know we thought this was the right choice. but what if we were wrong?"

you swallowed, your chest tightening.

daniel leaned closer, lowering his voice. "tell me you haven’t thought about it. tell me you haven’t wondered what it would be like if we tried again."

you didn’t answer right away. you had thought about it. late at night, when the house was quiet, when isla asked about her dad, when you saw him smiling in interviews and wondered if he ever thought about you, too.

"i don't know if it would work," you admitted softly.

"then let’s find out," he said. his voice was steady, sure. "no pressure, no expectations. just… us. as a family."

you hesitated, but then you thought about isla and evie. you thought about how they had done the impossible, how they had schemed and plotted not just to spend time together, but to bring their parents back into each other’s lives.

maybe they were onto something.

you sighed, shaking your head with a small smile. "i can’t believe i’m saying this, but fine. we can try."

daniel grinned, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. "you won’t regret it."

"you better not make me regret it," you teased.

he laughed, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "i won’t. i promise."

for the first time in years, it felt like maybe—just maybe—the family could be whole again.

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[spencerreidsreads]

‘It’s a date date’

Aaron Hotchner x fem!single mom reader

Summary: An afternoon at the park for Aaron and Jack has a surprising plot twist.

Word count: 2.5k

AN: I hate this. Like really hate it, but it’s been sat unfinished in my drafts for like 6 months and I’m sick of looking at it. So I’m just posting it anyways. Aaron is probs out of character idk, like i said it’s bad, don’t blame me 🫵🫵

Also there’s probs mistakes… I don’t care anymore I’m tired good night 🫶🫶

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“Hi!” came a tiny high pitched voice, from the left of where Aaron sat on the park bench.

He looked over and saw a little girl, who must’ve been no more than five years old. She was staring at Aaron with a smile on her face and an apple in her hand.

“Hi there” Aaron replied. He looked around to see if the child was with a parent, when he didn’t see anyone immediately he asked “are you with your mom?” Not only was he an FBI profiler, who immediately felt concern about a child being alone, but he was also a father. And as a parent, he couldn’t imagine the absolute panic this child’s parent may be feeling not having her in their eyesight right now.

The little girl took a second to think, quickly responding “I play on the park!”, she pointed at the play area where Aaron’s son Jack was currently playing.

“Is your mommy or daddy at the park?” Aaron questioned, needing to make sure she wasn’t alone.

The little girl just shook her head, “mommy was getting something from the car. I wanted to play on the park.”

Ah, Aaron thought. It wasn’t hard to guess that this little girl had ran from her mother whilst her back was turned. A simple mistake that luckily didn’t end badly. The little girl was lucky she ran up to Aaron and not someone who may have had bad intentions.

Aaron looked down at the girl, who looked happy to be talking to him, he wondered why she was talking to him though. Considering her excitement about playing on the park.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” Aaron decided he was going to help find her mother. He wanted to reunite them as soon as possible to hope the mother doesn’t stress too much.

“I’m Maya!” replied the girl, pointing a small finger at herself as she told Aaron her name.

It was at this minute, Jack ran over. He wasn’t much older than this girl seemed to be. After seeing her talking with his dad, he wanted to go over and see who she was. Maybe she would want to play with him?

“Do you want to play with me?” Jack asked the girl enthusiastically. He was straight to the point, kids not needing introductions when making friends. Just happy to potentially have someone to play with.

“Just a second buddy. How about you and me help Maya find her mommy? I’m sure they miss each other.”

Jack, as kind as his is, immediately agreed. “I can help you find her!” he stated. “What does she look like?”

Maya, who had been watching the two Hotchner’s discuss, responded with “she looks like my mommy!” Aaron smiled at the young girls attempted description of her mother.

Though Aaron didn’t need to worry, as at that moment, he heard heavy footsteps approaching, along with an accompanying voice of a woman, frantically calling the name “Maya!”

“Mommy!” Maya screeched in joy as she got up and ran towards the woman.

The woman immediately grabbed onto her daughter, pulling her into a tight hug. The relief evident on her face, Aaron thought. He couldn’t imagine the panic she must have been feeling.

The woman pulled away from the hug, placing her small hands upon the girls shoulders. “Maya! You do not run away from me when I am not looking! I must be able to see you at all times, do you understand?”

The woman waiting for a response from her daughter, who simply nodded her head, looking only slightly guilty.

“You need to stay with mommy darling. If I can’t see you I can’t keep you safe. You stay by my side and only go off when I tell you it’s ok, alright? You scared me very much.” The woman was gentle with her daughter, but firm enough to ensure Maya understood the importance of listening to her mother.

“Ok mommy. I’m sorry”

The woman pulled Maya in for another hug. “Right, go on and play for a little bit. Do not leave my sight, got it?”

“Got it” she repeated with a grin. “Shall we play?” the little girl turned to Jack, who had still been standing there.

Jack looked towards his father, silently asking if it was ok. Aaron turned towards the woman, also silently asking if it was ok. You responded with a smile on your face.

“Yes of course, go have fun and be careful!”

As the little ones ran off together, deciding what they were going to play first, the woman approached Aaron and the bench he occupied.

“Can I sit?” the woman asked politely.

“Please” Aaron gestured to the spare space next to him. “We were just about to come searching for you.”

Aaron didn’t mean this in a harsh way, he simply wanted to let the woman know his intentions were to reunite the two. The woman however, felt guilt and shame, assuming Aaron was judging her for losing track of her small daughter.

“God, I’m so sorry.” You placed your head in your hands. “I literally turned my back for 20 seconds to make sure we had everything. She’s been desperate to come to the park all week and we finally had the time today and I think she just got over excited when she saw it and decided to take off herself.”

You raised your head to look at Aaron, the emotions on your face evident.

“I promise this isn’t a regular occurrence. She normally stays right by my side” you sigh out, looking over towards the park to spot her daughter and Jack playing on the swings.

Aaron also looks over to the pair, softly smiling after hearing the two laughing together.

“I’m not judging, kids are quick. It’s not your fault.” He kindly reassured the woman.

There was visible relief on your face after hearing he wasn’t judging.

You softly smiled and introduced yourself to Aaron, “and you’ve met my Maya.”

Aaron breathed out a laugh at this, “yeah, she introduced herself. I’m Aaron, that’s my son Jack” he pointed towards him.

“Thank you for keeping an eye on her, I lost sight of her for two minutes but it felt like hours. I don’t think I’ve felt my heart drop like that ever before” you admit.

“That’s ok no problem, I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t alone, you found her soon enough” he again felt like reassuring the woman, hating how he could tell she was angry at herself.

A comfortable silence passed for a few moments, the both of you watching your children happily play together. Jack was gently pushing Maya on the swing, both of them laughing and talking about who knows what.

You turn to look at Aaron, who felt your gaze on him. “Are you local to here?” you questioned before continuing, “we’re quite new to the area, just moved here not too long ago and Maya seems to be happy to have made a friend.”

You’d been feeling mom guilt since you moved to the area. Having to leave behind your old neighbourhood, whilst necessary for your new job, was hard on you both, but especially Maya. She’d had to leave her friends and move to a new place where she didn’t know anyone. Neither of you did, it was a fresh start for the both of you, only having each other currently.

“Yeah we’re local, this park is new for us though. I’m sure Jack’s glad to have a new friend too. He doesn’t have many friends in the area.”

“Well if you want we could set up some more play dates for them, they seem to be having fun” you stated, “I can give you my number if you’d like?”

Not only were you genuinely wanting to set up play dates for your daughter, happy she’ll have a friend, but this man was gorgeous. No denying that. You may have also been slightly selfish in your asking for his number hoping that the two of you could get a little closer too.

Aaron’s eyes widened in surprise slightly, he’d noticed the way your eyes lingered on him. Were you flirting with him? Of course he’d be more than happy to allow Jack to have play dates with Maya, they seem to get on well. But he’s sensing an alternative motive here too. Not that he’s complaining.

“Yeah that sounds great, here” as he handed you his phone.

Typing your name into his phone and saving it, suddenly you blurted out, without really thinking “are you married?” You’d noticed the absence of a wedding ring on his finger and were curious if he was seeing anyone. After all he had a child, but you weren’t about to make a move on a taken man.

“No, no. Divorced actually” Aaron replied. “We haven’t been together for a while now.”

He didn’t seem upset about this, or at least that’s what you thought based on his reaction to your question. You’re not shy, if you want to ask a guy out you will. You just want to make sure he’s actually available first.

Aaron then added, “what about you?”

“No I’m not seeing anyone. I’m a single mom, her dad isn’t in the picture.”

It went quiet for a moment, Aaron not having anything to say.

“Are you seeing anyone?” you boldly asked. Like you said, you’re not shy.

Aaron felt his lip twitch into a small smile, was a beautiful woman asking him out?

“No, I’m not seeing anybody. You?” Was his response.

“No me neither.”

The two of you sat in awkward silence for a few seconds, both obviously unsure where to go from here, despite the desire to keep the conversation going. It had been a while since either of you had done this whole dating thing. Maybe you were a little shy.

Still keeping an eye on the kids, who had now moved onto taking turns on the slide, you smiled happy to see your daughter having fun.

Focusing your attention back on Aaron, you took a deep breath and prepared to be the one to make the first move, “So I-“

You were startled yet slightly relieved when Aaron’s phone started to ring. He gave you an apologetic look followed with “sorry I’ve gotta take this”

You smiled and nodded to show it was ok as Maya and Jack made their way over to you seeming giddy about something, their voices drowning out Aaron and his phone call.

“Mommy! Jack says there’s a place here that has the most biggest milkshakes in the world”, her eyes wide in disbelief.

“Oh yeah?” You ask with your eyebrows raised curious to hear about these giant milkshakes.

“Yeah! I had one at my birthday, it was so big I couldn’t even finish it.” Adds Jack, showing you with his hands the size of this milkshake he had. You laughed at his exaggeration of the size of the drink, unless it really was bigger than him.

“It wasn’t quite that big but they definitely were impressive”, you turn at the sound of Aaron’s voice, not realising he’d ended his phone call.

Smiling you replied “well maybe we’ll have to go one day, how’s that sound Maya?”

She giddily claps her hands together, rushing out a quick “Yes!” before continuing talking to Jack.

Looking back at Aaron, you notice him already watching you. “Listen I’m sorry, that was work I’ve been called in” he states as he begins to gather his and Jack’s things ready to leave.

“No don’t apologise, that’s ok. You have my number if you ever want to set up that play date for the kids” you say with a gentle smile on your face, feeling disappointed you didn’t get the chance to ask him out.

“Only for a play date?” Aaron asks.

“What?”

“Is that all I can call you for? To arrange a play date for the kids? I mean they’ll definitely be happy about that but I was hoping I could take you out too? If you’d like that of course” he was starting to lose the confidence he had for a few seconds, before he saw the smile on your face.

“I’d love that. How about when you’re free from work you call me and we can plan the play date for the kids and the date date for us?” you add with a slight laugh.

He laughed back, softly, his eyes crinkling slightly and his head tilted back. God he was pretty.

“That sounds perfect. Come on Jack we’ve gotta go” as he handed Jack his coat. Jack didn’t seem happy about having to leave but didn’t argue it either. Maya on the other hand wasn’t happy her newest friend was having to leave so soon.

“Do you have to go?” She drawled out sadly, pulling slightly on Aaron’s sleeve, looking up at him.

Aaron turned around, kneeling down to get on Maya’s level. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I’ve got to get Jack to his Aunt’s house so I can go to work. But your mom and I are already planning a day for you and Jack to play together again ok? Does that sound ok?”

Your heart warmed seeing how gently he spoke to her, trying to make her feel better.

And it clearly worked, Maya no longer looked sad about the idea of having to play alone for the rest of the afternoon. Instead she was excited for the play date that was yet to come. She smiled wide and nodded at Aaron, him smiling back in return.

“It was nice to meet you Maya, remember to stay by your Mom’s side right where she can see you, no more running off.” He looked up at you with a slight smile on his face at this.

Aaron got back up to his feet and looked towards you again.

“I’ll give you a call tomorrow ok?” he says.

“Ok, I’ll be waiting” you reply, not bothering to hide your smile.

Grabbing onto his father’s hand, Jack waves you a final goodbye as the two began to walk away, Aaron taking one last look over his shoulder, sending you a gorgeous smile.

Once they were out of sight you turned back to Maya,

“Alright honey, how about we head home and get ready for dinner? I’m thinking we have Mac and cheese tonight.”

You knew your daughter would be more than ok with this. She was always in the mood for mac and cheese.

As she grabbed onto your hand and started skipping alongside you to the car, you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. Pulling it out you can’t wipe the smile from your face.

Message from Unknown Number:

‘Hi, it’s Aaron. I just wanted to let you know both Jack and I had a great time today. He’s very excited to see Maya again for their play date. I personally can’t wait for our date date. Take care and speak to you soon.’

Whilst those two minutes of losing sight of Maya were the most stressful two minutes of your life, you’re got to look at the positives. Your daughter was perfectly fine, and she even got you a date.

Thank you Maya.

[22ayla21]

Can I request Amphoreus man's react to their wife calling their name in the tone they know 'they fuck up' and be send to sleep on the couch. I love men who sometimes scared of their wives.

Bonus if their children join them on the couch make them think maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

Feel free to skip and I really love your writing ❤✨

"Honey, we need to talk"

They screwed up and realized they were now sleeping on the couch.

As soon as he hears her voice, cold, even and too calm, a shiver runs down his spine. He doesn't immediately understand what he did wrong, but he knows for sure that it is not up for discussion - he screwed up. And a harsh sentence awaits him.

He doesn't even try to argue. No, seriously, Mydei is certainly a mighty warrior and one of the strongest on Amphoreus, but he gives in to his wife immediately. His best strategies are submission and attempts at rehabilitation.

When he enters the bedroom, a neatly folded blanket and pillow are already waiting for him. He sighs heavily, realizing his fate for the coming night. Maybe if he is especially nice tomorrow, he will be allowed to return to bed?

But the real blow of fate is when the children come running to him. First one, then the other. They jump on the couch, make themselves comfortable next to him. "Daddy, we are with you!" They are so confident in their support for him in exile that he doesn't even know whether to laugh or cry.

Of course, they don't do it for no reason. First, they love spending time with their father. Second, they are simply curious about what he did wrong. The children begin to whisper theories: "Maybe you forgot the anniversary?", "Or did you accidentally break something important?", "Or maybe you ate the last piece of pie that Mom saved for later?"

The most annoying thing is that sometimes they guess. And when they happily exclaim: "Aha, so it's about the pie!", he understands that his life has become more difficult at that moment. His wife, passing by, only casts an expressive glance at him. He makes pitiful puppy eyes, but she already knows all his tricks. Not today, darling.

In the end, he resigns himself. He hugs the kids, wraps them in a blanket, and thinks that maybe this night on the couch wasn't so bad. But the next day, he does everything he can to earn forgiveness. Breakfast in bed, compliments, apologies - the whole package. And if he's lucky, he'll spend the next night in their shared bed, not in exile.

When his wife says his name in a certain tone – calm, but with such a hidden subtext that even the animals in the house tense up – Anaxagoras immediately understands: he has screwed up big time. Of course, he could object, try to defend his position, but no... He is too smart to push. Better to take the sofa in advance.

While he settles on the sofa, he thinks about what exactly he did wrong. Maybe he forgot something important? Or went too far in an argument? Or accidentally broke something that his wife valued again?

The children, noticing that their father is sleeping on the sofa, drag their pillows and blankets with smiles, settling down next to him. They say that they just don’t want him to feel lonely, but Anaxa suspects that they just like watching him being “punished”.

As they lie in the darkness, the children whisper: “Daddy, what did you do?” Anaxa is proudly silent – even if he himself is not entirely sure. But if his youngest son hugs him and says: "I still love you, dad," he feels a little better.

In the morning, his wife passes by, watching the "couch meeting" with a slight smile. The irony is that she is not surprised – she already knew that the children would be on their father's side. The next day passes under the sign of reconciliation: flowers, favorite sweets, hugs. In the end, he values his wife and does not want to sleep on the couch for long.

However, sometimes he still forgets and again finds himself in exile on the couch. But this is only part of family life – and he does not mind, because now he knows that he has allies in the form of children.

As soon as he heard his wife calling his name in a low, dangerously calm voice, everything inside him sank. He immediately understood that something had gone wrong. He turns around and sees her: crossed arms, slightly narrowed eyes and this expectant silence. No screaming, no emotion - and this is much more frightening.

A list of all his actions today scrolls through his head. Where did he screw up? What exactly did he do? Or, even more frightening, what didn’t he do?

He tries to justify himself, but her slight nod towards the sofa immediately makes him resign himself. A deep sigh, a proud bow... and a slow retreat to his place of exile.

When he has already settled down on the sofa, first one child appears next to him, then the second.

“Is mom very angry?” the eldest whispers.

“Will she forgive you?” the middle one asks.

Phainon only sighs and hugs them both.

It looks pathetic, but cozy in its own way. In the end, he lies on the couch with a couple of children's heads on his chest, knowing that at least he won't suffer alone. In the morning, when the wife sees this picture - her husband and children sleeping peacefully on the couch - her anger softens slightly. Maybe he has a chance to get his place in the bed back... but he may have to work a little more to atone for his guilt.

[maculategiraffe]

I keep trying to type out this anecdote but every time I do I start to cry and my boyfriend gets alarmed. but he's doing something loud out in the garage so let's try this again

we all just did a family weekend with me, my boyfriend, my parents, and my sister and brother in law and the baby all staying together in one house. and at one point the baby and I were playing and he bonked face first into the edge of a furniture and gave himself his first official bloody nose. it was totally minor and I handled it perfectly ("oh wow, you have a bloody nose! have you ever had a bloody nose before? no? well it's nothing to worry about, it happens a lot, but I know it really hurts a lot right now, doesn't it? it'll stop soon, don't worry" etc. etc.) and he stopped crying pretty quick and it didn't even leave a mark.

but a few minutes later when my mom heard about it she kind of freaked out and started interrogating the situation like "what happened??? where??? how did he hit it???" with that Edge in her voice I have been noticing is a big old trigger for me, and I got a little upset. but I didn't want anyone to notice I was upset because like. I spent my whole childhood subject to my mom's emotional vagaries and trying to fix everything for her and for my sister and my dad, and I don't think a little kid should have to do that, so now I always want to handle the situation in such a way as not to make it worse for the baby. and I knew if I got visibly upset it would escalate the whole situation and I didn't want the baby to have to deal with that. so I sort of went off and hid to cry about it all. about the emotional recovery work I've been doing where seeing the bonkers way my mom sometimes responds to a little kid in her care makes me realize that I was a little kid in her care and I didn't have anyone to take care of me and protect me the way the baby has his mom and me and that's sad, but it's also wonderful and I'm amazing, but I shouldn't have had to be so amazing, etc.

and I tried to tidy my face up before I came out but the baby looked at me funny and I am sure he could tell I had been crying. and everyone was discussing going to play mini golf and I said "oh that sounds so fun! who all is going? should I go?"

and the baby said to me "yeah you should, because you can help me out. like if I am hungry and I need somebody to open a snack for me, you can do it."

and like... I truly believe he thought I had been crying because I was upset he got hurt on my watch, and he wanted to demonstrate renewed faith and trust in my caretaking abilities, so I wouldn't feel so sad. that is what I think happened. is he not just the most emotionally brilliant and kind person in the universe already. at the age of four and a half!!!

[emmg]

I see we’re once again discussing Emmrich being a weird little freak. Color me inspired.

Not only is his best friend a failed lich with a Warhammer 40K obsession, but this man decides that the perfect way to woo Rook is by taking them to meet his parents. Who are, surprise surprise, very dead. On their first not-quite-date. And then he smooches them. Rook, not the corpses. (But, let’s be real, that clarification was needed.)

Volkarin crying after sex isn’t even up for debate. It’s established fact at this point. He gets laid and then immediately has a full-body, emotionally devastating breakdown. Just raw, ugly sobbing in the afterglow. Wet dick, wet eyes. Every. Single. Time. What a sweetheart. Love him.

He’s creepy, he’s sentimental, he’s 50-something, and sure, he’s a tenured professor and a respected Fade expert, but let’s not pretend he’s normal. This is the same guy who makes his friends’ spouses go, “Jonathan, please. Do we have to invite Emmrich fucking Volkarin? He’s gonna show up with seventeen different gifts because he couldn’t pick one, and then he’ll find a skeleton in the backyard and start whispering to it while we’re just trying to have brunch.”

His family died young, so he just said fuck it and built one out of actual bones. Now he has Manfred, and if anyone has a problem with that? Too bad. Here’s some tea, Manfred likes steam :)))

He wants an eternal flame, the bury me with my beloved fantasy, and most likely kids. This man is so dad-coded it’s beautiful. Rook, please, give this man a daughter so he can have tea parties with her and sue a parent-toddler bonding class (where the unspoken rule is that it’s for moms) just so he can attend. The instructor will be like, “Welcome, mamas! :))) ….and Emmrich.”

Good for him. I hope he cries his entire heart out post-orgasm every night while infodumping about the Fade and his favorite embalming fluids. Kiss him sloppy style, Rook, his face and his dick. He deserves it.

[nebulablakemurphy]

Capitol Loss

Summary: Set in the Moves & Countermoves Universe. Years after the rebellion, Y/N and Haymitch’s son is off to study in the Capitol, where he discovers the true cost of being a victor. Discussions of trauma and forced prostitution, proceed with caution.

“My name is Everest Abernathy, born and raised in the Victors’ Village of district twelve. Everyone says I look like my dad…I don’t really see it though.”

The joke lands as it always does, with genuine laughter and whispers. His classmates know he’s Haymitch’s son, even without the introduction. He doesn’t mind of course, he loves his dad, but people always kind of expect him to behave like his father too.

“Alright, fine.” Everest holds up his hands, “you caught me, I was born in the Capitol. But I was raised in Victors’ Village.”

Growing up, when the cameras would come, that was the gig. People would eat it up. And Everest would indulge them. It wasn’t until long after the rebellion that Everest had the freedom to discover who he was.

His parents, ever supportive, were more than willing to help their firstborn child pack up and board a train to a place that had never been kind to them. Because they love him that much. And that love is not lost on him.

When the professor asks him to stay after class, Everest is more than happy to. But he needs to make one thing clear.

“I don’t want any special treatment or anything. I’m here to learn. Panem is still rebuilding itself, I want to do my part.”

“Of course, my boy. I think it’s incredibly brave of you to be here. Away from your family for the very first time, driven by a sense of justice! Your parents must be so proud.”

“They would’ve been just as proud if I stayed in twelve to trade in the square.” His parents were always proud of him. As though he and his siblings were some sort of miracle, created by their love for each other. And they are still disgustingly in love. “But I think it’s our duty now, to make sure we continue moving forward and never back.”

The professor nods, “I do hope that our unit covering the lives of victors, leading up to the uprising, is a solid representation of all you endured during childhood.”

Endured? His childhood was a great many things, but by no stretch of the imagination was it something he had to ‘endure.’ Everest clears his throat, “I mean yeah, it was weird. Growing up with cameras in my face and a bunch of strangers in crazy outfits who would scream and burst into tears at the sight of me. But I think, my mom especially, would do little things to make sure that me and Arista were never scared. Not to say my dad didn’t, I think he was just trying to keep us alive, more or less.” He shrugs.

“It sounds like you have a very good head on your shoulders. After all, you are right around the age your mother was when she married your father.”

Everest’s jaw clenches, he knows his mother is younger than his father. Everyone does. “Love makes us do the darnedest things.”

“That was always interesting to me, the way trauma could create such strong affection.” The professor nods. “But I suppose between the arrangement of marriage to spare her from the Capitol, only to be forced to exploit themselves again and again…”

What?

“That would bond two people together in a way we’ll never be able to understand.”

Everest nods, skin crawling, imploring the man to continue.

It’s not until the professor presents his parent’s wedding portrait that the contents of Everest’s stomach empty themselves onto the floor. This image does not reside on the walls of his childhood home, where his father has them all hung proudly.

My mom, no older than I am now.

My mom, held so tightly to my father’s side it must have hurt.

My mom, smiling her best Capitol smile.

And my dad…protecting the only living person he loved.

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There is a knock at Everest’s door sometime later. Hours, maybe days. He can’t bring himself to answer it. “Go away!”

“No can do, I made a promise to your parents.”

Not Cashmere or Finnick, maybe he’s safe.

“Look, my parents made a lotta deals with a lotta people. You are not special, I promise.”

“Professor Smith said you asked him not to contact your parents. But as you’ve missed two straight days of class, I’m legally required to.”

Everest groans, rising to his feet and swinging open the door. “What do you want, Heavensbee?”

“To talk to you.” Plutarch explains. “Give you a chance to vent.”

“You’re Capitol, why do you care?” You let it happen.

“When I met your dad he was only a couple years younger than you are now.”

“And let me guess, I look just like him?” The boy scoffs.

“Yes and no,” Plutarch smiles. “I see your mom.”

“If you’re looking for an in, you won’t find one.”

“The first time I met Y/N, she told me she didn’t give a shit about winning the game, because she wanted to break the board.” Plutarch explains, “you’re a lot alike in that way.”

“Alright,” I’ll bite. Everest opens the door wide enough for the older man to enter, closing it behind them. “If you’re the expert, why don’t you explain what happened?”

“They couldn’t just let the boy who almost broke the board marry the girl who wanted to break it, and live happily ever after.” Plutarch lifts a shoulder, “Snow had to beat it out of them somehow.”

“How?”

“Started with Haymitch, took out his family, including his girlfriend back home, left him with nothing. He started drinking to cope.”

“I know that.” Everest swallows.

“During Y/N’s post games interview she suggested that the hunger games were unnecessary and should stop.”

“I know that too.”

“Haymitch made a deal with President Snow to keep the same thing from happening to Y/N. Did you know that?” Plutarch arches a brow.

“What kind of deal?” Everest demands.

“Some of the victors would be sold to higher ups in the Capitol. Haymitch agreed, in exchange for your mother’s safety and her family’s.”

“Why did he have to marry her?” That’s the part that doesn’t make sense.

“As you said, your parents made a lot of deals, this one protected her from being sold directly to anyone. Marriage between victors is relatively uncommon, there was curiosity. I have no idea the exact numbers, but I do know that their footage was the highest grossing victor profit ever made.”

“How many victors did he sell?”

“Again, I don’t know the exact number. That was far from my department; but to answer your question, too many.”

Again, his stomach churns. “So me and Arista were just accidents?”

“Have you ever heard the idle hands theory?”

“What the fuck is that?” Everest demands, pacing in the space between his bed and desk.

“Easy,” Plutarch holds up his hands, “if this is too much for you-”

“Sorry,” Everest runs a hand over his face, “I’m sorry.” To go from knowing nothing, to knowing everything... “Please, continue.”

“A child would occupy their time and their minds. Serve as a means to make them more complicit. You were their pride and joy. You were the Capitol’s too.”

Everest sucks in a breath.

“You got a little older, idle hands need filling.”

“Arista.” Everest whispers.

“A ‘little Y/N’ to solve all of Snow’s problems.” Plutarch smirks, “if I didn’t know any better I’d think he was…content with your parents, for a time.”

“Why Daisy?” Their hands were full.

Plutarch hangs his head. “You were ten, going on eleven. Close to reaping age and there was a Quarter Quell right around the corner, pair that with Peeta and Katniss’ stunt with the berries and-”

“They were gonna run.” It makes sense, in all its horrible entirety.

“Everyone knew it. Especially Snow.” Plutarch confirms. “Fastest way to ground a flight risk is to cut their wings.”

Is that why my dad calls her an angel?

“That’s the hard stuff and the most important.” Plutarch assures him, “I don’t expect us to be friends now, Everest. But if you’re going to learn the truth about your parent’s lives here, I’d rather it be from someone who cares about them. Not some stranger who knows them as pages in a book.”

“Are you gonna tell them?” Everest wonders, “my parents?”

“No,” Plutarch shakes his head, “that’s your conversation to have not mine.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to take anything else from you.” The Abernathys have given enough.

————————————————————————

Weeks pass and while Everest hasn’t been accepting any calls, there is one person he doesn’t have the heart to ignore.

He hits the button, sluggishly. “Hey, Arista.”

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good.” Everest lies.

“Hang on, let me get mom and dad.”

“Arista, wait.” Everest protests, “how are they?”

“Mom and dad?” Arista lifts a brow, “they’re mom and dad.”

“Dad’s feeling better?”

“Yeah.” The girl whispers, “his liver’s pretty beat up though. They’re discussing options with a doctor in the Capitol, but don’t tell them I told you that.”

“They told you and not me?” Everest scoffs.

“They didn’t tell me anything, you know how they are.” Arista says, “I overheard them talking about leaving us with Aunt Madge for a couple weeks for the treatment.”

“How are Daisy and Auggie?”

“August has been giving everyone a run for their money, now that Daisy’s mellowed out.”

“That’s good.”

“You sound upset.” Arista sighs.

“It’s just….school’s been a lot.”

“Come home then, loser.” Arista laughs, “we miss you.”

Does he want to go home? Can he? “First semester ends in a week, I’ll come home for break.”

“Cool,” Arista smiles, “see you soon.”

“Tell everyone I said hi and that I love them.”

“Will do.”

“Love you, Arista.”

“Love you too.” Arista ends the call, flopping back into the couch and glaring up at the ceiling.

Everest is the only one of her siblings to understand what it was to be doted on by the Capitol, like a prized show horse. He never lies to her, never hides anything from her. If he’s lying now…it must be something awful.

“Who was that?” Y/N asks, popping her head around the corner.

“Just Everest,” Arista huffs. “He’s coming home for semester break.”

Y/N nods, “that’s great.”

“I think he must be homesick or something. But he said hi and that he loves you.”

At this her mother smiles, “do you want to help with dinner? We’re making a roast.”

“I guess.” Arista pulls herself to her feet. “Give me a minute to wash up.”

Haymitch clicks his tongue at her. “Don’t tell me you’re turning into a teenager.”

“I’ve been a teenager, Dad.”

Haymitch clutches his heart, “she stabbed me.”

Y/N chuckles, pressing her lips to his. “You’ll live.”

Arista rolls her eyes. “Stop making out or I won’t help you.”

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When Cashmere gets a call from Plutarch, who she hasn’t spoken to in years, she knows that something is amiss. She’s right of course. One of Everest’s teachers ran his mouth about the Capitol’s deep dark secret. Their love of exploiting victors.

“Did you call his parents?” Cashmere exhales.

“He’s asked us not to.”

“Well,” Cashmere hesitates. “Have you seen him? How upset is he?”

“He’s holed up in his room, attending classes remotely.” Plutarch tells her. “I was able to speak with him, but he doesn’t trust me. He needs someone he trusts.”

“Yeah, alright. I’m on it.” Cashmere ends the call, to get reinforcements on the line.

“Hello?” Finnick answers first.

“Hello?” Johanna a second later.

“It’s Cashmere, I need you both on the next train to the Capitol.”

“What’s going on?”

“Everest knows about…what Snow did to us.”

“No.” Finnick breathes, “he knows about Haymitch and Y/N?”

“Yep. I can’t do any sort of damage control, he’s not answering my calls.”

“Alright, let me get dressed and tell Annie. Then I’m out the door.” Finnick says.

“So the plan is to do what exactly? Just show up at his door, give him a pat on the back and say ‘I’m sorry your parents were forced to make porn and have you, that must feel awful. How’d you like to hear what happened to the rest of us?’ Yeah, I can see that going over really well.”

“Johanna,” Finnick sighs.

“You’re right, forget it. Don’t come.” Cashmere decides.

“I’m already halfway out the door, blondie.” Johanna bites back. “I was just hoping to establish a game plan. Poor kid just lost the illusion of his perfect life, and if we don’t tell Y/N she will kill us.”

“Then she’ll have to kill us,” Finnick decides. “She put us on call for Everest while he’s in the Capitol, Plutarch says he’s not ready to talk to Y/N. It’s not our position to pry or overshare. It’s not our position to even tell her.”

“Or Haymitch.” Cashmere tacks on, in case Johanna was planning to be sneaky.

“All I’m saying is…if it were me, I’d want my mom and dad. Not a bunch of other people.”

“We’re family, Johanna.” Finnick reminds her, “when something like this happens, you want your family.”

Johanna bites her tongue, they are her family. The people who took her in and loved her, while she clawed and bit at their outstretched hands. “I still think someone should tell her.” But…not my circus, not my monkeys.

[redflagshipwriter]

ANOTHER UNDEAD FENTON

Inspiration came from this post by @stars-obsession-pit !

Word count: 1479

Masterpost of Archive Down Fics here.

(I wrote three dp x dc fics based off of prompts I've seen in the last day for reading while the site is getting maintenance. )

There was a high, shrill scream in the Fenton lab.

Maddie bolted for the stairs, abandoning her coffee without a thought. She flung herself down to see Jack bent over a body in front of the portal.

“Is this person a threat?” Maddie prepared to defend her husband, but the body didn't move.

Jack looked up at her. “No, I was just surprised! I think he's hurt, Mads.”

Her bleeding heart husband. She crossed the room and rolled their intruder over to see it was a kid, maybe Danny's age. In his sleep, he had a sweet, soft face. His face and throat were covered in faint scars.

Well. That was one of hers, now. No getting around it. That was a teenage boy on her floor who has obviously been the victim of violence.

“Well, shit,” Maddie said companionably. She blew out air between her teeth. “Dear, would you put clean sheets on in Jazz's room?”

They were running out of space, between the clones and the past evil alternate future children.

Jack saluted her, shouted an affirmation , and bounded away.

Maddie took a moment to wonder if her children would be an infinitely expanding collection and if so, if it would be better to move into Vlad's castle than to build the home addition they had planned for.

She gathered the teenager up in her arms despite him being her size, and laid him out on an exam table. She started checking his vitals.

A hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Maddie said. She redirected her hand to smooth hair behind his ear. He blearily followed the movement, just as obviously intelligent as he was obviously compromised. She didn't know if it was a concussion or drugs or what, but this boy was not well. “It's Friday June 29th, and you're in Amity Park, Illinois. I'm Madeleine Fenton and you're at my house because you fell through a portal. Is there someone I should call for you?”

He stared at her. She could see the moment he decided not to speak to her.

That situation didn't change much all day. The kid walked himself up to bed and peered around at Jazz's old posters. He seemed to want to be alone, but Maddie caught him watching Dani and Dan playing catch in the yard. She made eye contact with him over her book and then looked back at her shrieking kids. Dan was doing flips on the trampoline and launching his sister in the air, catching and tossing her back up in the nick of time between flips.

Their new boy closed his curtains.

“I was thinking about Dante,” Jack said, bringing out a pitcher of iced tea. “Or, how about Jasper! Eh? Eh? You know, like Jazz-per?” Jack belly laughed.

“He probably has his own name,” Maddie said calmly. She'd estimated him at 16 or so, anyway. But whatever. If he wasn't going to give them a name, they did eventually need something to call him. And they needed to sort out accommodation fast, before Jazz got back from her college tour trip.

“Let's go with Jasper until he gives us his real name.” There were enough Ds in her home, honestly.

She lured Jasper out of his room for lunch. He sat at the kitchen table and watched them all warily. He only ate what they ate.

Danny arrived mid-meal. “Mom! Dad!” There was a whumpf as he probably threw himself onto the sofa. “We wanna go to Elmerton, that ok?”

“You should take your brother with you,” Maddie called back. “He needs clothes.”

“What?” Danny clearly pried himself up and came into the kitchen. Maddie silently offered to make him a plate. “No, I ate at Tuck's. Dan, what'd you do to your clothes?”

“Nothing, you pathetic worm,” said Dan, who really was a sensitive boy. “I am not the topic of discussion, you blithering fool.” He jerked a finger at Jasper. “New one.”

Danny stared.

Jasper looked uncomfortable. He gave a sort of hello nod.

“He's, uh, he's not-”

“Not a clone or alternate future version of you, nope,” Maddie agreed. “Though he did come out of the portal. We wondered if he might be a ghost, but it didn't seem necessary to ask.”

Jasper full body flinched at the word “ghost”, but he looked confused.

Danny squinted at his new bother who, it must be said, did look a bit like a Fenton already. “Not a ghost,” he said after a long pause. “But a little undead. Not sure what kind. But yeah, you're walking dead, buddy.” He clapped Jasper on the shoulder.

“You'll fit right in!” Jack cheered. “Dan is half dead! So is Danno! And so is Dani here! And-”

“Thank you, Jack,” Maddie cut him off. “It might be a sensitive subject, don't you think?”

“Nah,” said Danny, stealing food out of the pan despite saying he wasn't hungry. “We aren't that sensitive. Like-” he looked at Jasper and explained: “I got electrocuted to death in the lab two years ago. Dan is from an alternate future where everyone he loved died, so then he killed everyone else on earth. And Dani is a science experiment baby.”

“It's true,” Dani said solemnly. “I'm a work of science.”

“You make me sound so uncool,” Dan complained, stabbing at his spaghetti.

Jasper laughed for the first time. He himself seemed surprised by the sound. It was hoarse but there was promise there.

When the boys were off at the mall in Elmerton with Sam and Tucker, Maddie called up Vlad.

“You want to come here?”

“I’ve got more kids than I have rooms in my house,” she said wryly. “So if the offer is still open…”

“Yes, of course it is,” he assured her. “But- most of the little ones are still in the Ghost Zone, correct?”

“They're not big enough to leave yet,” Maddie agreed. “Which is why I need to be near a portal.” The ghostlings were staying with the LunchLady and Box Ghost, but they needed to be able to be in touch. “But no, I've got another one.”

Glass shattered in the background. “Another- what happened to Daniel this time?”

Maddie laughed at how flustered her old college friend got. “Nothing to do with Danny, actually, this one fell out of the portal. He's some level of partly dead, but we don't think he's a ghost at all.”

Left unsaid was that they needed to do a lot of research to figure out what other possibilities there were. If they could get into contact with Danny's GP, he might be able to get them on the right track.

“Well.” Vlad took a moment to rally. “When will the family be arriving?”

Two months later, all the kids were pretty settled in.

Jasper had never shared a name, but he was happy to let them call him Jay. He was a phenomenal big brother to Dani. He wrestled with Dan. He bullied Danny into doing his homework. It had been something of an administrative nightmare to get Jaspen enrolled in school, but Vlad had pulled off whatever magic trick he'd done for Dani (applied a lot of money to the problem, Maddie supposed) and Jay had settled in very well.

“Your debut in society,” Maddie hummed, making a point of straightening Jay’s tie. He was growing already, she was sure of it! He was going to wind up as tall as Jack.

“I've been to parties before, Mom,” Jay drawled, and then flushed a dark red that meant he didn't want to be asked questions. Maddie tweaked his nose instead of answering.

“But this is the first one where Vlad's introducing you to his business friends!” She said, already dressed up for a fun night. Vlad had flown them all in on his private jet for the day.

“Queen is a family man as well,” Vlad had said the night before, aiming for calculating and coming off soft. “It will put him off his guard or perhaps make him sick with envy that I have brought a higher quality child than he could ever manage to produce.”

They arrived together, Maddie on Jack's arm, keeping her flock of kids within eyesight as Vlad led the pack. She had a perfect view of Oliver Queen seeing them arrive, the smile dropping off his face, and him choking on his drink. He did look very silly, Maddie had to admit.

“Inept,” Vlad hissed, very pleased. “The fool can't even drink. His company will be mine-” he looked at Danny for some reason. Vlad faltered at whatever be saw. “....Through legitimate business practices, such as buying a majority of stocks,” Vlad weakly finished.

Maddie slapped him on the back. “Go get him, tiger.”