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Can we have more little reader x rafe and sofia

Sorry this took so long I’ve been in hospital. But here we go!!

I’m Sorry Darling

Little reader X Daddy Rafe X Mama Sofia

Summary: Rafe gets annoyed at a party and yells at Sofia in result scaring their little girl and causing an argument between the caregivers.

CW: angst, yelling, kinda bad language I think

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The party had been too much from the start.

You’d known the second the car pulled up to Toppers house. The lights were too bright. The music was too loud. People spilled out across the lawn in messy clusters of laughter, beer, and perfume that burned your nose. You tucked your face into Mama Sofia’s neck the moment she opened your door.

“Mama,” you whispered, not even a full word—just a breathy sound, paci tucked tightly in your pocket just in case.

She rubbed your back, adjusting her grip as she scooped you up into her arms. “I know, baby girl. We’re not staying long. You can stay with me the whole time, okay?”

You nodded sleepily, bunny crushed between you and her chest. The world felt big and you felt small, but that was okay. Mama was here. She smelled like vanilla and laundry and home. Her hand was steady on your back as she stepped through the crowd, whispering soft little things in your ear to keep you calm.

Daddy Rafe had been pacing.

He always got like this at parties—tight in the shoulders, quick to react, louder than he needed to be. But you were too little to understand why. All you knew was the way his voice shifted. How it lost its softness. How it started to sound sharp.

At first, it was just a barked laugh. Then a harsh word. Then—yelling.

“You wanna say that to my face?” He yelled at a girl continuously, words slurring as Topper tried to pull him away.

You flinched.

“Rafe—” Sofia tried, cradling you closer as you began to squirm.

“Hey man ignore them.” Topper said trying to diffuse the situation.

“Kinda hard WHEN THEYRE SAYING IT IN FRONT OF ME.” He got louder.

You flinched harder at the raised voice.

“Rafe, calm down” Sofia tried again, a slight sway in her step as she pulled your fist away from rubbing at your eyes.

“I said I’m fine Sofia!” he snapped.

And just like that, the air changed.

You couldn’t find your paci. You didn’t even notice it had slipped from your pocket. Your lip trembled. Your breath hitched.

Sofia took a step back, heart hammering.

“Look at her,” she said, pointing to your face. “You scared her.”

“I wasn’t yelling at her!” Rafe shouted, gesturing wildly. “God, why do you always—!”

“Enough,” Sofia snapped.

You let out a cry—a high, sharp one—your whole body tensing like you’d been struck.

That was it. She didn’t wait.

Sofia turned and stormed through the crowd, holding you like something precious and breakable. Your cries grew louder with every step. She didn’t stop to say goodbye. She didn’t look back at him.

And you didn’t stop crying.

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Back at Home

It took everything she had to keep her own hands steady as she pulled into the driveway. You were still crying in the back seat, your little fists rubbing at your eyes, face flushed and blotchy. The only word you could manage between sobs was “Mama,” over and over, desperate and broken.

“Mama’s here,” Sofia kept whispering as she unbuckled you, lifting you from your car seat and pressing kisses to your forehead. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

She brought you inside, straight to your room. You didn’t want to be put down. You screamed the moment she tried, so she rocked you in the chair for what felt like hours. Your bunny was damp with tears, and your cries didn’t quiet until you were skin-to-skin against her chest, chest rising and falling with tiny hiccups.

She bathed you slowly, massaged lotion into your soft skin, dressed you in your moon-print jammies. The whole time you clung to her with the strength of someone afraid they’d lose their anchor.

Eventually, the sobs turned to soft whimpers. She laid you in your crib, rubbing your back until your thumb drifted to your mouth. A small, tired “Mama…” was the last sound you made before falling asleep.

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2:17AM - The Door Opens

The door creaked.

Rafe stumbled in, voice thick with alcohol and regret. His keys hit the floor with a clatter, but he didn’t stop moving.

“Sofia?” he called into the quiet house. “Where is she?”

Sofia appeared in the doorway like a wave breaking on shore—calm on the surface, all storm underneath.

“You have some nerve,” she snapped. Her voice was low, lethal. “You yell in front of your fiancé and regressed girlfriend, storm off, disappear for hours, and then you come home drunk?”

“I wasn’t yelling at her, Sofia—”

“She doesn’t know that, Rafe! She doesn’t know! She’s not five. She’s not even three tonight. She was in baby space, and you terrified her.”

He paused, his face contorting into something between guilt and disbelief. “Is she okay?”

“No,” Sofia said sharply. “She’s not. She cried herself to sleep. She screamed the whole drive home. Every time she blinked she kept whispering ‘Mama.’ Like she thought I was gonna disappear too.”

“Where is she?” he asked again, voice cracking this time.

“She’s asleep,” Sofia said. “In her crib. Where she finally passed out after hours of rocking and crying because her father scared her out of her skin.”

Rafe swore under his breath, running his hands through his hair. “I didn’t mean—”

“No. You never mean it. But it keeps happening.”

“I’m doing my best.”

“You have got to do better.”

Just as her voice began to rise again, a tiny noise cut through the hallway.

A whimper. Then, a soft, breathy word.

“Mama?”

They both froze.

There you were, peeking out from behind the edge of the wall. Your bunny was dragging behind you, thumb in your mouth, knees wobbly beneath you from sleep.

Sofia moved first. “Oh, sweetheart…”

But as she stepped toward you, you shuffled back.

Your eyes lifted slowly—still glassy with tears—and landed on Rafe.

Your lip wobbled.

Then came the whisper.

“Dada…”

The room broke open.

Sofia gasped. Rafe stared like he’d been punched in the chest. That single word—only said when you were small enough to know what it meant—hit like a freight train.

“Dada,” you said again, louder this time, and then burst into tears. You stumbled forward, arms out.

“I got you,” Rafe whispered, rushing to scoop you into his arms.

You clung to him immediately, burying your face in his neck, sobbing harder than you had all night. Your little fists clutched his hoodie like you were afraid he’d vanish.

“I got you, baby. Dada’s here. Dada’s here now.”

He began rocking, slow and steady, heart pounding under your ear. “I’m so sorry, princess. Dada’s sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re my baby. You’re always my baby.”

You didn’t answer—couldn’t. You were too little. But your cries softened, your breath hitching as you slowly melted in his arms.

Sofia watched quietly, the fury drained from her features, replaced with something more exhausted. More tender.

“She’s not gonna forget this,” she whispered.

“I won’t let her be afraid of me again,” Rafe said, kissing your hair. “I swear.”

“She slipped even smaller,” she added, almost to herself. “She hasn’t called you ‘Dada’ in months…”

He swallowed hard. “I’ll earn it back. I promise.”

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Later That Night

You were nestled between them in their bed, pacifier back in your mouth, bunny clutched tightly in your arms. You didn’t understand the way they whispered across the pillows, didn’t catch every word. But the tone had changed.

It was soft again.

You heard Mama’s hum, felt Dada’s hand rubbing your back. You weren’t scared anymore.

You had your people.

And even though the world had felt too loud, too sharp, too scary just hours ago—now, wrapped up in arms that loved you, you were small and safe once more.

“Dada,” you mumbled again before sleep took you.

Rafe kissed your temple. “Right here, baby girl. Dada’s right here.”

And with that, the couple spent the last dark hours of the night holding their baby.

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ok remember that funny time when i did the biting request? hear me out now, muzzle. do with that what you will :3

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Yes! I’m still working on the biting request but this one is a little shorter so I’m posting it first.

“Mamaaaaa!” You whined, rubbing your face with your paws and against the carpet, trying to get the dark black muzzle off.

“Puppy,” Wanda chided, grabbing you by the wrist and hauling you upwards. From how you were acting, you’d think she’d put you in a saw trap. It was a far stretch from the softest and most comfortable muzzle she could find at the store. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Cut it out.” She was firm, but not unkind despite having wrestled with you for almost half an hour about this now.

“Mama, I don’t wanna wear it!” You pouted, yanking your paws out of her grip and crossing your arms over your chest. You schooled your face into a sneer, ears pitifully sagging from the top of your head.

“Awww, baby,” she cooed, scratching behind your droopy ears. “Don’t give me that look. It’s just for the party. There’s gonna be a lot of people here, and sometimes when we excited by all the people we can get a little bitey, can’t we?”

“That was one time!” You grumbled. Wanda shot you an amused glare. You turned away, shifting uncomfortably. “And the other… couple of times.”

“You can take it off as soon as everyone leaves. It will only be for a little while, I promise,” Wanda reassured. “And we’re still gonna have so much fun.”

You pouted grumpily, continuing to look unconvinced. You refused to even look at her.

“Natty and Bowie are gonna be there, and Yelena and Kate are bringing Franny,” Wanda explained, trying to cheer you up.

You sat in unamused silence, seething and angry like a defiant toddler. You didn’t even bark when the doorbell rang. You just stayed firmly planted on the couch.

“That’s Nat and Bowie right now! Come on let’s go give Natty a hug. Just this once I’ll ever let you jump on her, yeah?” Wanda said, trying to get you up off the couch.

You huffed, not budging.

“Alright, suit yourself,” Wanda sighed, leaving you to stew while she greeted the guests.

You were still sat in the same position 5 minutes later, when Natasha came into the living room.

“Oh, there’s my favorite puppy,” she said, sitting down next to you. “What’s got your tail in a knot?”

“Mama’s being mean…” you grumbled. “She’s makin me wear a muzzle!” You leaned on Natasha, crawling into her lap.

“Oh,” Natasha cooed sympathetically. “That is very mean. I bet she’s the meanest mama in the whole world.”

“Yeah!” You pouted, curling up against Natasha’s chest.

“Well,” she started, rubbing your back in soothing circles, “since she’s the worst mama in the whole world, you probably wanna come home with me and Bowie, right? You wouldn’t want to snuggle with that mean old mama, would you?”

She felt you tense as you looked up at her. There was a slight crack in your resolve.

“We can set up a crate for you, since there’s no puppies on the bed at my house, and you can sleep all by yourself. No mean mamas allowed. You wouldn’t have to worry about slimy goodnight kisses, or silly little bedtime songs, or anything else,” she continued.

You froze starting to think you’d made a mistake. Still you didn’t speak up.

When Wanda walked in the room a moment later, Natasha started to scold her. “Wanda! How dare you make this poor angel wear this… torture device. Clearly they need to be removed from your home immediately. From now on, they’ll be living with me, right puppy?”

“B-but…” you started to protest. You look to Wanda, staring at her for a long moment before reaching your arms out for her to pick you up. “I’m sorry, mama! Please don’t send me away.”

“Aww,” Wanda chuckled, pulling you into her arms and carrying you on her hip. She kissed your forehead and rested your head on her shoulder. “You’re okay puppy. You’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with mama’s snuggles and slimy kisses until the end of time.”

You sniffled into her neck. “Are you mad at me? For being a bad puppy earlier?”

Wanda laughed and rested her head on top of yours. “You’re not a bad puppy,” she assured you, rocking you gently. “You’re my good puppy. A very very silly puppy sometimes, but you’re my very silly puppy. And not even Natty can have you. You’re all mine.”

She smothered your head in kisses, making you squirm and wiggle in her arms. “Now, go have Bowie help you get your toys ready. Your friends are gonna be here soon.”

She set you down, winking at Natasha and mouthing a ‘thank you’ before patting your bottom and sending you off to prepare for the party.

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So I never finished OBX and I just finished season 3 and omg I sobbed when Ward died. Not so much Big John but I actually sobbed at Wards death. Idk why. Maybe because he sacrificed himself for Sarah idk

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So I got a DM on instagram from someone who follows me both here and there. @tnykitten_ on insta btw (agere Insta). It was about the fact that I do peoples requests but I also write a lot of my own stuff. Like stuff that other people may not be super interested in. And yea that is true. There was also a comment made in the message about my new series Crimson Sanctuary (which is crazy because I only posted it today) and the fact that it’s a regular AU not a fanfic AU or anything. You guys have to realise this is like a personal diary of me. If you like my stuff, great. If you don’t then you don’t. I know that people have found certain things they do like which is great because a lot of my most viral posts are some of my favourite works. Most of my posts with little to no interaction are like that for a reason. It’s stuff that came from my head and my head alone. It’s stuff that goes through my wild and crazy brain. It’s stuff that consumes me. So my two series Cradle of Crime and Crimson Sanctuary are by far my least interacted with series (not that CS has been out even 24 hours yet) but that may be because they’re Mafia and not everyone wants to mix mafia and agere. I personally like to. So please respect that this is my space to write what I want. And if I like your request I’ll do it (I usually like all requests)

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The New Recruit

This is 6 1/2 years into my AU. Ivy and Y/N are dating. Ivy is bringing in an old friend named Cora into the team.

CW: swearing, weapons talk

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You leaned against the armrest of the booth in the dimly lit café, your fingers loosely linked with Ivy’s under the table. She was trying to act casual, but you could tell she was watching the front door like a hawk.

“She’s late,” Ivy muttered, eyes darting toward the window. “She’s never late.”

“She’s probably being careful,” you said calmly. “You did say she’s been off the grid for almost a year.”

Before Ivy could reply, the bell over the door jingled, and a woman stepped inside—tall, lean, with tightly coiled dark hair tucked under a cap, sharp hazel eyes scanning the room. She wore worn black boots and a fitted brown leather jacket with a tear in the left sleeve. Her hand stayed close to her waist—armed, but subtle.

Your breath caught slightly.

She looked dangerous in the way Ivy did. Controlled. Precise. Someone who’d survived too much and trusted too little.

Ivy stood, a rare smile breaking across her face. “Cora.”

Cora’s face softened as she crossed the café in three long strides and pulled Ivy into a hug. “Shit, I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Ivy said, holding on tight. “It’s been too long.”

They pulled apart, and Cora turned her gaze on you. Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying. “So. You’re the girlfriend.”

You offered a nod and a small smirk. “And you’re the mysterious ghost who used to break into military bases with Ivy for fun.”

Cora’s grin was slow and crooked. “That’s me.”

You slid over, letting her join you in the booth.

The conversation flowed quickly from there—catching up on mutual acquaintances, mission failures and glories, the changing landscape of underground dealings. Ivy explained the current structure of the gang—Everett and Miles leading, Mama Talia still quietly terrifying everyone, the younger members like Frankie and Jace rising fast.

Cora listened with a raised brow. “So you’re all legit now.”

“As legit as criminals get,” Ivy shrugged. “And we’ve got space. We’ve been talking about adding another girl. You’d be perfect.”

Cora studied Ivy for a long moment, then looked to you. “You trust her?”

You nodded. “With my life.”

That was enough. Cora leaned back, crossing her arms. “Then I’m in. On one condition.”

Ivy’s brow lifted. “Which is?”

“I want to meet the team. Properly. All of them. If I’m gonna put my life in their hands, I want to look them in the eye.”

Ivy smirked. “Deal.”

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**Later that Night — The Lair**

You stood with Ivy just inside the common area, the buzz of conversation dulling as Cora stepped into the room. Everyone turned slowly, sizing her up. Everett and Miles were at the center table with Nico, Dre, and Mama Talia seated near them. Jace and Frankie were on the couch, Ari perched on the armrest with her arms crossed, Dom was leaning on the base of the pull-up bar and Layla stopped doing her pull-ups and dropped to her feet.

Cora didn’t flinch under their scrutiny.

She offered a quick nod. “Cora Vance. Explosives, infiltration, advanced close-quarters. Worked with Ivy before most of you knew what a mafia was.”

That earned a low whistle from Nico and a rare nod from Mama Talia. “She’s not lying.”

“Wait so how old does that make you? Better yet, how old does that make Ivy?” Frankie spoke up confused.

“I’m the same age as Miles, I’m 32. Cora is 34.” Frankie’s jaw drops.

“Wait Miles you’re 32!? And Ivy!? I thought you were babies.” His remark makes you giggle.

“Frankie you and I are the youngest, both in our 20s. Although that does make me wonder, how old were you and Ivy when you started working together.” You asked.

“Oh darling they were doing my runs when they were 6 years old. Not long after, Everett came into the mix and the 3 of them became the deadliest 11 year olds you would meet.” Mama Talia stated.

Everett stood and walked over. He was always calm, but you could tell he was assessing. Measuring.

“You ready to put your loyalty somewhere permanent?” he asked.

Cora met his gaze without blinking. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

He held out his hand. “Then welcome to the family.”

“Good to be back Ev” she said taking his hand in hers.

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**Later — Cora and You**

You walked her toward the guest quarters, giving her a brief layout of the lair.

“Ivy told me,” she said suddenly, voice low.

You blinked. “Told you what?”

“That you… regress. That you’re a little.”

Your breath caught, but she raised a hand.

“She didn’t say it like it was a problem. More like a heads-up. So I didn’t make the mistake of treating you like a soldier all the time.”

You swallowed. “Does it weird you out?”

Cora tilted her head. “You held your own in that café. You’re clearly one of the strongest on the team. So no, it doesn’t. I’ve had teammates who drank to cope. Teammates who punched walls, or disappeared for weeks. If curling up with your daddies in a onesie keeps your head on straight—sounds like you’re smarter than most.”

You laughed softly. “You’re gonna fit in just fine.”

Cora grinned. “I always do.”

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This is crap but AS I SAID, these were originally just for me to read. Sooo don’t hate me.

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Crimson Sanctuary

A little trip into my brain. When I’m not thinking about characters that actually exist whether they’re from a movie or they’re real people, I’m thinking about this little world. This is the story of me (aka the reader, so now it’s you) and a mafia gang widely known as the Laurent gang. It’s not SUPER detailed but you’ll get the general point. This is a 6 year storyline. Lots of cuts and time skips as well as going back and fourth through the timeline. I’m in no way starting like at the beginning. The first scene I’m posting is 6 1/2 years in with a new recruit Cora.

Let’s introduce our characters:

You (reader)

Age: 19 at intro, now 25

Birthday: whenever yours is

Code name: Bee

Role: Elite Assassin / Stealth Specialist / Little (regressed dependent under stress)

Special skills: Assassination, acrobatics, close-quarters combat, multilingual infiltration

Notes: Skilled but emotionally complex; regresses into a baby headspace under stress

Everett Hayes (Daddy)

Age: 27 at intro, now 33

Birthday: October 3rd

Code name: Iron

Role: Mafia Boss / Field Commander / “Daddy” caregiver

Special skills: Tactical leadership, interrogation, psychological profiling, firearms expert

Notes: Mafia boss and “Daddy” to the regressed reader. Husband of Miles

Miles Laurent (Dada)

Age: 26 at intro, now 32

Birthday: July 19th

Code Name: Ghost

Role: Mafia Co-Leader / Operations Specialist / “Dada” caregiver

Special Skills: Covert ops, stealth takedowns, hand-to-hand combat, recon

Notes: Co-leader and “Dada”; more hands-on during missions. Husband of Everett

Ivy Moretti

Age: 26 at intro, now 32

Birthday: May 22nd

Code Name: Hex

Role: Weapons Master / Tech Lead / Reader’s Best Friend and eventually Partner

Special Skills: Weapons design, long-range marksmanship, codebreaking

Notes: Everett’s oldest friend and overtime, secret romantic interest of reader (eventually it’s not a secret)

Talia Moretti (Mama Talia)

Age: 59 at intro, now 65

Birthday: December 1st

Code Name: Matron

Role: Advisor / Elder Strategist / Emotional Anchor

Special Skills: Logistics, strategy, forgery, negotiation

Notes: Ivy’s grandmother and revered mafia tactician; unofficial emotional anchor of the crew. Known by the whole team as Mama Talia. Carries out mostly money laundering and grand larceny crimes

Nico Vescari

Age: 25 at intro, now 31

Birthday: March 5th

Code Name: Bruiser

Role: Lead Enforcer / Protection Detail

Special Skills: Strength-based combat, blunt weaponry, protection detail

Notes: Fiercely loyal to the reader and everyone else and has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor

Frankie DeSoto

Age: 23 at intro, now 29

Birthday: August 9th

Code Name: Boom

Special Skills: Explosives, diversion tactics, sabotage

Role: Demolitionist / Chaos Engineer

Notes: Comic relief with chaotic energy, but surprisingly nurturing to the regressed reader

Enzo DeLuca

Age: 24 at intro, 30 now

Birthday: April 11th

Code Name: Fox

Special Skills: Disguise, charisma-based manipulation, social infiltration

Role: Undercover Specialist / Negotiator

Notes: Suave and persuasive; handles front-end diplomacy and seduction-based ops

Jace Whitlock

Age: 28 at intro, 34 now

Birthday: November 27th

Code Name: Shield

Special Skills: Defensive combat, tactical coaching, emotional regulation

Role: Trainer / Combat Support / Reader’s Gentle Guide

Notes: Quiet and observant; often a grounding presence when reader is struggling

Ari Vega

Age: 24 at intro, 31 now

Birthday: September 17th

Code Name: Static

Special Skills: Tech disruption, hacking, surveillance countermeasures

Role: Communications Hacker / Intel Specialist

Notes: Charismatic, a little chaotic, but brilliant with tech and fast-talking

Dom Rivas

Age: 24 at intro, 31 now

Birthday: January 10th

Code Name: Echo

Special Skills: Threat negotiation, psychological intimidation, ex-mercenary tactics

Role: Interrogator / Close Combat Reserve

Notes: Mysterious and dangerous, used for intimidating high-value targets

Dre Coulter

Age: 23 at intro, 29 now

Birthday: June 13th

Code Name: Pulse

Special Skills: Field medicine, poisons and cures, pressure-point neutralization

Role: Medic / Toxin Expert

Notes: Emotionally restrained but invaluable; often the last line of defense medically

Layla Castillo

Age: 31 (introduced in 6th year)

Birthday: October 26th

Code Name: Halo

Special Skills: Interrogation, emotional profiling, close-quarters combat

Role: Behavioral Analyst / Emotional Support (and Secret Caregiver)

Notes: A natural caregiver; quickly bonds with the reader despite initial secrecy

Cora Vance

Age: 34

Code Name: Blitz

Role: Demolitions Expert & Lead Infiltration Operative

Special Skills: Explosives and tactical breaching, Stealth operations, Close-combat knife fighting, Surveillance and evasion

Notes: Ivy’s old contact; fiercely loyal to her, Quiet and intense, but protective over younger team members, Bonds quickly with Ari and respects the reader’s dual roles, Scarred, calm under pressure, and always carrying a blade

Cass Monroe (Deceased)

Age: 26 at intro

Deceased: 29

Birthday: February 2nd

Code Name: Vantage

Special Skills: Sniper overwatch, field planning, enemy tracking

Role: Sharpshooter / Tactical Planner

Notes: Her loss still affects the team deeply; she was a moral compass and key planner

Even if y’all decide you don’t like this it’s fine because it’s mostly just for me but secretly I’m hoping y’all do like this.

First scene being posted as I said is 6 1/2 years in. Ivy and Y/N are dating, Cass is deceased, they’re adding a new recruit. You’ll find this story chops and changes but there will always be a summary of whereabouts in the timeline we are in.

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I can’t keep this to myself anymore. Next post is going to be an introduction into my brain basically. My mafia world in my head

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Ok I’ve pretty much written my own little fictional mafia age regression world. Like little reader (aka me) with mafia leader caregivers, like it’s a whole thing. I have like 10 thousand (exaggerated) scenes, like it’s a whole storyline. Would y’all like if I posted some of the scenes? Probably not a full storyline in order but just like bits and pieces into the world. It obviously wouldn’t be written perfectly because they’re mostly just for me but like I feel like these people have to be out of my head and experienced by others

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I was writing a sturniolo triplets fic but now idk if I wanna post it because I just watched the video of them reading fan docs about themselves and being hella uncomfortable 😭

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My cat loves trying to eat my avocado toast but avocado is toxic to cats 😭

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LESBIAN SCARLETT IS MY NATIONAL ANTHEM

scarlett johansson and freida pinto in My Mother’s Wedding as a couple 🙊

WOMAN KISSER SCARLETT JOHANSSON IS COMING HOME Y'ALL 🥳

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Ok guys I’ve officially run out of ideas. So while I start posting my stories, you guys need to send in asks. Give me ideas. Anything. If you think of a character, I probably have an idea for it. Currently I’ve written for (posted or not):

Nick & Charlie (Heartstopper)

Ian & Mickey (Shameless)

Fiona Gallagher (Shameless)

Wanda and Natasha, both tg and separate (Marvel)

Hiccup and Astrid (HTTYD)

Billie Eilish

Rafe and Sofia (OBX)

Rafe Cameron (OBX)

JJ and John B (OBX)

Pogues (OBX)

Pogues w/ little Kiara (OBX)

Elizabeth Olsen (Marvel actress)

Olivia Rodrigo

Sabrina Carpenter

Quenlin Blackwell

Charli XCX

Thor (Marvel)

Loki (Marvel)

Avengers (Marvel Avengers)

Alex Warren & Kouvr Annon

Peter Parker w/ little MJ (Marvel Spider-Man)

Yelena Belova (Marvel)

And I think that’s it.

If you see any characters you like and want them posted sooner please either send an ask or leave a comment and I’ll put those at the top of my posting list. I think I have about 87 stories to post plus a bunch of random drafts that I may fix up into stories. So let me know if there’s any of those you want asap

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Guys I was just on Billies livestream on Instagram with Douglas and she read out my comment with my username. She knows I exist. I just sobbed for 30 minutes. I’ve never cried so much in my life

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I hope y’all know I try to reply to every ask and every comment. I have 1 more ask in my inbox (you know who you are if you sent an ask I haven’t done yet) and I’ve written a couple things that go with it but not sure if I’m liking any of them but I promise I will get around to posting it. And if you comment on my posts I’ll try and reply to every comment. I’m very appreciative of all of my interactions. Especially comments, asks and reblogs

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Bang Bang Birthday

Daddy Mickey x Dada Ian x Little Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday and Ian isn’t happy with the gift Mickey got you. (Based souly off the events at Frannys birthday)

Warnings: Fake guns, a little arguing between Mick and Ian.

It was a big day — the living room was full of streamers, pink balloons, and a pile of gifts stacked on the table. You were practically bouncing in your little socks, wearing your sparkly birthday crown, clutching your favorite stuffed bunny as you waited.

“Dada! Dada! When’s Daddy getting here?” you chirped up at Ian, tugging his sleeve. Ian smiled softly, brushing your hair back.

“Soon, sweetheart. You know Daddy — always late,” he said with a little eye roll, though you didn’t catch the annoyance under his breath.

Moments later, the front door burst open.

“*BAM!* Birthday girl!” Mickey cheered, swaggering in with a grin and a messy gift bag slung over his arm. You squealed in delight.

“Daddy!!” you shouted, dropping your bunny and running to him. Mickey scooped you up effortlessly, spinning you once.

“Miss me, princess?” he smirked, planting a big kiss on your cheek.

Ian watched from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

Mickey plopped you back down and handed over the crinkled gift bag. You tore it open, gasping when you saw the contents — two plastic, semi-auto toy shotguns.

“Look! Look! I got you the good kind, not the cheap shit!” Mickey grinned proudly. “We can play cops and robbers after cake, huh?”

Your eyes lit up as you pulled the toy guns out, immediately pointing one at Mickey with a little giggle. “*Bang bang, Daddy!*”

Mickey clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling back. “Ah! You got me, kiddo! I’m hit!” He collapsed onto the couch with a loud groan, peeking one eye open to see you giggling uncontrollably.

But Ian was *not* laughing.

“Seriously, Mickey?” Ian snapped, stepping closer. “Guns? Even fake ones? You really thought that was a good idea?”

Mickey sat up, shrugging. “Relax, Gallagher. They’re toys. She’s having fun.”

“She’s a little girl! She doesn’t need to be running around pretending to shoot people,” Ian shot back, voice tight.

You glanced between them, clutching the toy gun, your smile faltering slightly.

Mickey’s face softened when he noticed. “Hey, don’t mind Dada, sweetheart. He’s just grumpy.” He winked at you. “We’ll play later, okay?”

Ian let out a frustrated sigh, kneeling down to your level. “Sweetheart, maybe let’s not play with the guns right now, okay? We can open your other presents, maybe play with your dolls instead?”

Your bottom lip wobbled slightly, unsure who to listen to.

Mickey ruffled your hair gently. “Hey, she’s tough. She can handle a little pretend.”

“I don’t want her thinking it’s just pretend,” Ian muttered, shooting Mickey a pointed look.

Mickey raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Whatever you say, man.”

You tugged on Ian’s sleeve softly. “Dada… I still get cake, right?” you asked, wide-eyed.

Both men paused, tension breaking just a little, and Ian sighed with a small smile. “Yeah, baby. Of course you get cake.”

Mickey grinned, leaning over to whisper in your ear. “And after cake… you and me, Bonnie and Clyde, yeah?”

You giggled, nodding eagerly. Ian just shook his head, muttering under his breath, “Unbelievable,” but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

It was your day, after all.

[fairykitten]

How would y’all like a Mickey Milkovich and Ian Gallagher fic with a little reader? I feel like from seasons 10 onwards especially after the wedding when the 2 are more domesticated it would be perfect. Especially because they talk about having children. The scene where Mickey says he thinks he would be a bad dad just breaks my heart and I feel like it ties how good of a dad he would be 😭 idk I’ve written one and I might post it

Edit: ok so I may have lied a little. I actually have 6 stories written. I usually write them while watching shameless which I do a lot. They’re set in like season 11ish. Just because Mickey’s own kid isn’t there anymore because Svetlana is gone. I just feel like season 11 Mickey and Ian are perfect for it

[fairykitten]

pretty girl, sweet girl, babygirl, good girl, my girl…