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[stevie-petey]

oh, you didn't know?

“I was told there’d be cookies.” Dustin interrupted, flashing Steve another smug grin that made the teen want to shove him into a snowbank.  “Yeah, for her.” Steve pointed at you. “Not for you.”

Summary: steve is pathetically in love with you and for some reason the universe hates him and continues to pray on his downfall. typical.

Rating: general, some swearing

Warnings: swearing, fem!reader, use of y/n

Words: 1.6k

Before you swing in: happy valentines day my loves <333 youre all my valentines, i didnt make the rules. anyways, pls enjoy this cute cheesy fic. dont ask how i thought of this: i simply do not know. however, its pathetic!loverboy!steve and i think we ALL deserve that today smh.

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Steve has never had the best timing. 

When he first manned up to ask you out, it had coincidentally been the same day your childhood dog died. 

There he had been, flowers in hand and a proud smile on his face when he knocked on your front door, completely taken aback when you answered with tears streaming down your face. 

Immediately, Steve’s smile had dropped and he quickly pulled you close to inspect for any injuries or pain. “Y/N? What happened, is everything okay?”

“My dog died.” You wailed, even more tears spilling over. 

“Oh my god–”

“He… He didn’t suffer. He was old and–” You had sniffed, looking so small and frail in your heartbreak, before spotting the flowers in Steve’s hand. You gasped. “H–How did you know?”

Steve had been confused for a moment, but when he followed your gaze to the flowers that were originally meant to be “please be my girlfriend” flowers, his heart dropped. 

Well fuck. 

“Yes…” He cleared his throat. “I, uh. Had a hunch?”

You threw your arms around Steve, the flowers then crushed between you two, but he hadn't paid any attention to them as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. After a few seconds, you placed your lips by his ear and whispered, “You’re the sweetest.”

The sincerity in your voice had made Steve want to vomit. 

He hadn’t had a hunch that your childhood dog would die that day, but what else was he supposed to say? Hey, sorry your dog died, do you want to kiss now? Absolutely not. 

Steve is many things, and oftentimes he is an idiot, but he isn’t that much of an idiot.

So, instead of asking you to be his girlfriend, Steve had instead spent the next three hours at your house as he consoled you and watched your favorite movie to cheer you up. While it hadn’t been his ideal outcome, Steve had still been happy to simply spend time with you. Besides, you had needed him at that moment, so of course Steve was right there by your side. 

Life moved on, a few weeks passed, and eventually Steve decided to try again. 

You had no more animals to possibly lose, Christmas was approaching, and Steve was determined that this time he’d be able to ask you out. 

After buying you some chocolate and planning a fort building night on Christmas Eve, Steve had been sure that the night would go perfectly. There was a beautiful rose pendant bracelet sitting atop of his dresser in his room, wrapped and ready for you to open. 

Steve’s plan was foolproof. 

Build a fort, watch a cheesy Christmas movie, bake some cookies and drink hot chocolate, and then boom: Steve would ask you to be his girlfriend. 

However, Steve really should’ve known better. 

His parents had left that day and he had spent the entire time cleaning the house and preparing all the snacks before your arrival. At six on the dot, his doorbell rang and Steve eagerly ran over to answer the door. 

There, standing on his front doorstep, had been you with a smug looking Dustin Henderson.

“What’s the kid doing here?” Steve had asked, all his hope now coming crashing down upon him. 

You winced. “I know we made plans, I’m so sorry, but his mom asked me to babysit him and she offered me the rest of the money I need for your Christmas gift and–”

“I was told there’d be cookies.” Dustin interrupted, flashing Steve another smug grin that made the teen want to shove him into a snowbank. 

“Yeah, for her.” Steve pointed at you. “Not for you.”

“Stevie, I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” You groaned at him, and Steve knew you hated disappointing him. “Can we please just come inside? It’s cold and I was really excited for the fort.”

There are many times when Steve wonders just how he manages to get himself into obscure situations. That night, when he had Dustin Henderson wedged between you and him underneath a super romantic and cute fort that he had spent hours building, had been one of those times where Steve questioned his entire life. 

At that point, Steve was starting to wonder if he’d ever manage to ask you out in the first place. 

A few more weeks passed after that and you were still his best friend and nothing had changed between you two, but now Steve found himself constantly biting his tongue around you. He was so fucking in love with you, he had been for years, but after two failed attempts of confessing his feelings: it was becoming impossible to hold them in. 

Then, late January, your birthday came along. 

This time, Steve was sure that he had it all figured out.

You had wanted to grab some dinner at the local diner you loved, and Steve thought that a small, toned down proposal to date would be perfect. He’d give you your birthday gift (a matching set of earrings for the rose bracelet you now wore every day), he’d order you the strawberry shortcake you adored, and when you weren’t looking, Steve would ask the waitress to write “happy birthday, my love” on the cake. 

Steve was a goddamn romantic genius, honestly. 

Except that isn’t what happened. 

What actually ended up happening was the waitress somehow hearing “my love” as “Milo” and Steve had wanted to bash his fucking skull in. 

“Who’s ‘Milo’?” You had asked once the cake came out, confusion evident on your face. 

Steve, now used to nothing ever working out in his favor, had simply sighed and said, “Who knows, man. Just eat your cake.”

You had giggled, and the sound was enough to cheer Steve up a bit. Sure, it was looking more and more like the world didn’t want you with him, but at least he got to hear your laugh and admire the way your eyes shined whenever you looked at him. 

Now, a few weeks later, it’s Valentine’s Day and Steve is terrified that he will somehow set your house on fire with his horrible luck. 

He has spent the last two months trying to ask you out. Now, on the day of love itself, Steve is almost too terrified to even approach you. At the rate he’s going, if he tries to ask you out again, he’ll end up telling you he hates you or something. 

He’s miserable. 

Which is how he finds himself once again outside your door, except there’s no flowers in his hands, and he knocks. 

You guys haven’t made any plans tonight, but it’s Valentine’s Day and Steve is so in love with you that it hurts. 

The second his knuckles leave the door, you swing the door wide open and jump into his arms. “Stevie!”

Surprised by such an affectionate reaction, Steve almost falls into the bushes in front of your house. “Woah, hey!”

He steadies the two of you and you simply squeeze him tighter and giggle. You’re in an exceptionally good mood, almost too good of a mood, and Steve’s hands are sweating. He hadn’t exactly come here with a game plan in mind. 

“Happy to see me, I take it?” He mumbles into your ear. 

“Duh,” you press a kiss to his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day, why wouldn’t I be excited to see my boyfriend?”

This time, Steve actually does fall into the bush behind him. 

“Oh my god,” you run over and quickly try to help the boy up, but Steve is staring up at the night sky, overcome with pure shock and fear. “Stevie? Steve!”

Steve lays there, motionless as you continue to tug at his jacket. “How long have I been your boyfriend, Y/N?”

At his question, you stop tugging and look at him, confused. “I don’t know, honestly. How long has it been since the fourth of July?”

“The fourth?” Steve sputters. “Y/N, it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m just now finding out you’re my girlfriend?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?”

“No!” Steve finally scrambles out of the bushes and grabs your face with his hands. He feels insane, his hands are shaking a bit as he holds onto you. “When did this happen?”

You scrunch your eyebrows together. “On the fourth. We saw the fireworks, cuddled on the picnic blanket you stole from your mom, you grabbed my hand, and then told me you never wanted this to end. I just… I assumed you meant our relationship?”

Steve blinks. “You… You are the love of my life, Y/N L/N.”

“Well, I’d hope so–” Suddenly Steve’s lips are against yours and he’s kissing you with everything he has within him. All those months of pining after you, all the times he’s failed in asking you to be his, and this entire time you had somehow been his all along. 

God, he is so stupidly in love with you. 

He nips at your bottom lip and you make a sound that’s so soft and sweet in the back of your throat that has Steve’s head spinning. He nips again, revels in the breathy sigh you release against his lips, and Steve’s hand tugs harshly against your waist. 

The kiss is perfect and everything he’s ever dreamed of. 

Then, a thought occurs to Steve. 

“Wait a minute,” he breaks the kiss and your love drunk expression almost makes him groan. He tells himself to focus, even though it’s incredibly difficult to do so. “If we’ve been supposedly dating since July, didn’t you wonder why I hadn’t kissed you yet?”

“Oh, I just thought you were shy.” You shrug, as if it’s no big deal. Then, with a teasing smile, you add, “And I guess I love you too.”

Steve decides, then and there, that you will be the death of him.

And he couldn’t be any happier as he pulls you in again for another bruising kiss. 

Afterall, Steve has about seven months to make up for lost time. 

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Thank you for tagging me @orange-peony ❤️ I don't have six sentences for Sunday, but I have four arts! These are some things I did this week: a lil coffee animation exercise, gremlin husbands doodle, omegaverse smut (heavily cropped, sorry lol full art in my smut thing on Ao3) and a wip sketch for drarry minibang, cropped on Luna’s face because she’s so cute and I love her ❤️❤️

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[sillyfairygarden]

there's a room where the light won't find you

my story for @hotguycomiczine is up! 12,000 words of things not going according to keikaku :)

this was an incredible labor of love between @vesperionnox as the cover artist, @onawhimsicot as the editor, @mochiwrites as storyline support and co-writing during this arc, @definitelynotshouting for consulting and final editing!!!

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doodle dump from the last while

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✨️HELLO SPAMVIL NATION ✨️

COME GET YALLS FOOD

Left brain right brain by Bo Burnham made me think of a funny little Jevil and Bigshot Spamton animatic idea

I was listening to Jack Stauber

Divorced gay trio

(Spam is currently pissed that his hair got messed up because his ex-husband and ex-husband's ex-husband are flirting XD)

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WHAT I DID NOT KNOW YOU HAD A SPECIFIC OC BLOGGGGGGG!!!!

I AM FOLLOWING IMMEDIATELY

I AM ALREADY IN LOVE

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THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHH yess I try to periodically mention it like so 😂 especially since I’m using it more! This may shock some of you but I am enjoying having more royal characters to play dolls with lol

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been sad so here’s strax and the second doctor drawings from memory, two favs of mine

[authenticcadence18]

Can’t Help Falling in Love Ch. 13

….

”Goodnight, Ms. Garcia-Shapiro!”

“Goodnight, Phineas! Get home safe.”

The night air had a bit of a bite to it, but Isabella didn’t mind. She had Phineas’s hand in hers to keep her warm.

“I didn’t realize how excited your mom would be about us being together!” Phineas exclaimed with a grin.

They stood on Isabella’s doorstep, saying their final goodbyes for the night.

“Believe me, she’s been waiting for this for YEARS,” Isabella replied. “Honestly, if we hadn’t confessed on our own, she probably would’ve tried to spill the beans to you sooner or later.”

“Well that could’ve been a bit awkward!! I’m glad it didn’t come to that.”

“Me too.”

Isabella let out a lilting giggle, and Phineas’s heart caught in his chest a little at the sound.

He’d walked Isabella back to her house shortly after Ferb and their parents’ arrival. It was a school night, after all, and Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro had texted Isabella to let her know she was home. So to her home they’d gone, to deliver the good news in person. Mrs. Garcia-Shapiro had been ELATED and immediately called his mom to start planning a big gathering at her restaurant to celebrate with other family members.

Phineas’s face flushed at such a beautiful thought, getting to spend time with Isabella’s family and introduce (or re-introduce) her to his family as well. He was so excited to be part of her life again, and to share his life with her, and to put in the work to make their lives not ONE single life, but two individual lives in tandem, working together to be together. Making sacrifices if they had to, but never sacrificing so much that they lost themselves.

She was so wonderful. He wanted to do anything and everything for her.

All of a sudden, the lovely catch in his chest morphed into a tightness that stung, worries he’d been repeatedly pushing down finally breaking the surface in the wake of their goodbye.

Because what if he couldn’t do that, anything and everything for her?

He wanted to be part of her life, in all things, as much as he possibly could. But the future—vast and unknowable—couldn’t be ignored.

(Well. It could be ignored. But for how long?)

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folklore or whatnot

(a/n): for a month or two now, i've had three to four pages where i have blurb ideas just sitting in my drafts with no home or no direction, so now i've decided to utilize those pieces and do a little something with them for the silver bullets girls! AND! can happily say this snippet that i started with gets to see the light of day! early annie x brady mentions for anyone interested (i know we have the annie x brady girlies out there hehe), along with more of co-pilot francis montez (whom i wanted to do more writing for!), so please enjoy!! <3 note: LOTS more info regarding cpt birdie faulkner!! woo!

It had actually been Francis Montez that convinced her that she deserved to head out to the local pub that a good portion of the men from the 100th went on nights where they didn't have to stay on base.

Annie had considered the fact that Francis was actually coming around in more ways than one; after Annie's first successful mission aboard Silver Bullets, commanding their crew, from take-off, dropping the bombs and landing, Francis had turned to her in the cockpit and given her a firm look, with a smile itching at the corner of her lips. And ever since, Francis seemed to be making a more conscious effort to be around Annie. Whether it was because Francis was missing Captain Faulkner or was recognizing Annie's capabilities to command a flying fort, Annie appreciated it in more ways than one.

So, when Francis had come up to her mid-afternoon, as they were all stood around after a practice run, she had off-handedly mentioned the pub, and offered Annie to come along with them, "You don't realize how much you need something like that until you're there." Francis had promised. A majority of the girls were dispersed throughout the pub for the most part, huddled around tables with other men from the 100th or at dart boards, or taking a smoke break outside. It seemed everyone had their spots and positions and it was only Annie who felt out of place.

A replacement command pilot was enough of a set of shoes to fill, not even to mention what the reciprocation would ultimately be like.

"You want a beer?" Francis asked her as they stood side by side in the entrance. Annie felt a bit bad - Francis was clearly comfortable and used to this environment and Annie was holding her back a bit. Annie looked up at her co-pilot and nodded firmly, hiding the bit of hesitancy that was for sure living in her eyes.

"Sure." Francis nodded her head towards the bar.

"They're usually warm so…" Francis started, glancing her way with a small smile, "don't feel bad if it tastes a little funky." Annie watched as Francis got two beers and then pushed the warm mug into her grasp.

The thing was, it wasn't the warm beer or the atmosphere or even the people - it was the thought of alcohol in her system. She never had really had a problem until she had joined up and wondered if she'd become like her mother. Drunk as a skunk on any chance she had, downing beer and cheap liquor while her 15-year-old daughter ran the house. Annie swallowed nervously looking at the beer and glanced back up at Francis, who was staring at her confusedly (and with good reason).

"You good, Bradshaw?"

"Fine." Annie answered quickly, pulling the mug up to take a small sip, which did taste a little funky, "Where do you usually sit?" Francis quirked out a smile and nodded over to a table where she could see enough names to know it was certainly an officer-heavy section.

"Birdie and I….." Francis started, the 'I' getting caught in her throat a bit, "we always sat with them. As officers, ya know? Buck always saved us seats." Annie watched her quietly.

"Past few times though…."

"Yeah." Annie offered, noticing the sudden emotion warping Francis' eyes, "Let's go, let's have a sit." Francis nodded to her slowly, before turning and leading the way.

Annie watched the back of Francis' head, her dark hair down and curled, as she expertly navigated the tables and people in the crowd all around. It was very natural for her all of this - while Annie felt more stiff-backed than she ever had. She was trying to get better with that.

But, ever since maintaining the control of Command Pilot, everything she did felt monumental as in, if she fucked up, it would reflect on her crew. If she said something on the wrong end of a note, it'd fall back on, you guessed it, her crew. Her girls. And she didn't want others thinking of Silver Bullets badly, nor the possible swirling idea that Lieutenant Bradshaw couldn't lead like Captain Faulkner could - that losing Captain Faulkner was the worst thing to happen, but clearly obtaining Lieutenant Bradshaw had been worse. No. Annie was determined to make her impressions and personally, she wanted to make them worthwhile.

She was command pilot for Silver Bullets for a reason.

Clearly someone trusted her.

"Boys." Francis said as she approached, rounding on the group, as Annie's eyes quickly darted about the table, picking up the likes of Majors like Cleven and Egan, along with navigators Crosby and Payne (he went by Bubbles though, she was sure Bessie had mentioned that). Kidd was also there, with Brady and DeMarco and a few others where her mind was going blank. A few British pilots sat opposite, evidently quite, almost brooding. Annie looked to Francis again, watching as a few of the men called out to her, before looking to Annie who was still stood, frozen, with a mug of warm beer in her grasp.

"Francis Montez, you actually made it out, huh!" one of the Lieutenants called from beside Cleven - the name was gone from her mind as she watched him clap Cleven on the back before standing and reaching out a hand, to shake Francis' before the two turned and he was bounding towards Annie.

"Hey, Lieutenant, uh…."

"Bradshaw." Annie said quickly, keeping her eyes on the man watching as he smiled at her, eyes lingering from the British, to the man to her, coming around the table and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Bradshaw, I don't think we've met, Curt Biddick, it's a pleasure to see you here tonight, 'specially mingling with a few guys like us, huh?" Annie saw Brady roll his eyes, as Biddick let out a chuckle, "I'm just joking with youse, I swear. Look, I'll buy you a drink-"

"Curt, do you really gotta do shit like that?" Francis said, pulling him from beside her, and bumping his shoulder, "Instead of a drink, how 'bout you offer her a seat, huh?"

"I think that's a great idea," Major Cleven offered as he stood from his, nodding to his spot between where Biddick had been and Major Egan who looked up at her with a wide grin, "Have a seat, Bradshaw." Annie looked to Major Cleven and nodded slowly to him.

"Thank you, sir." she said, stepping forward and settling herself into the seat, Cleven turning and grabbing another chair to pull up on her other side as DeMarco pulled in a chair for Francis and she settled between him and Major Egan. With almost the comfort of the men of the 100th around her, looking forward and seeing the British still watching her, quiet and contemplating, she felt slightly out of place under their stares. But, she was here for a reason, among ranking officers in the American Air Force.

"So," one of the British pilots - RAF possibly, RAF definitely - said leaning forward, care to introduce us to your new friend." The group sort of went…quiet if that was the word for it, "What happened to the other one? Too much to handle? Flying in broad daylight, huh?" Annie noticed Major Egan leaning back in his chair, looking ready to pounce himself across the table, and took it as her opportunity to intervene before someone said something they'd regret.

"1st Lieutenant Annie Bradshaw of the 100th. I'm Command Pilot for Silver Bullets, B-17. 418th." Annie said with a nod, "Captain Faulkner died on impact on a mission a month ago. I got the call and was beyond honored to fill those shoes." Looking at the British as she finished speaking, she reveled in the silence and sipped at her beer and then placed it back down on the damp wood of the table.

"So, no, not at all too much to handle," Annie said, tapping her fingers on the glass and offering a smile, "I just have the intention to do what I can for the bombing crew now and show I deserve to be here. Just like the rest of us. With a greater focus on the cause; winning the war."

"We all have our call to arms that we're answering to," Francis offered in, leaning forward against the table, "and people die every, damn, day, so I would offer you to reconsider any other thoughts towards Lieutenant Bradshaw while you sit here, okay?" The group fell into silence for a moment, as Annie looked to Francis who offered her a smirk and a wink.

Leave it to the co-pilot to have the command pilot's back; Annie made a mental note in her brain for that one.

"She's one of the best. Seen her fly myself." Brady supplied in the silence that had festered, and the whole table, Annie included looked towards him and he sent his eyes flickering around and offered her a nod. People started looking away and at each other, but she held Brady's gaze and offered a small smile in his direction. He didn't look away.

Brady's gaze was intense to say the least, but there was something in her to where she couldn't look away - offering up his own compliments in her own favor because the British had a bone to pick? She could feel the tops of her cheeks turning crimson and focused back on the beer in her grasp, attempting to forget about Brady's gaze that was evidently still on her.

"Silver Bullets, what a charming name," one of the British on the left said, "and that means….?"

"A single, tactile thing that can essentially be a game-changer, changes tides, send waves," Annie supplied quickly, looking up from her beer in record time, " I never got to meet Captain Faulkner but Lieutenant Carlisle told me that Faulkner named the fort herself. Folklore or whatnot."

"Basically means that the more you stop asking stupid questions, the more you won't have to dig yourself into a deeper hole, 'lright?" Major Egan said leaning forward, "Now, how about you all and your British manners give some respect to the lady, okay?"

"Bucky-" DeMarco started, but Major Egan held up a hand.

"Nah, nah, nah, I'm not done yet," Major Egan said and pointed a finger at her, "Lieutenant Bradshaw stood up to the challenge and took it like taking a bull by the horns, what the hell is your prob-"

"Gentlemen," Crosby said intervening, turning to the British pilots, "it's a pleasure really, but Lieutenant Bradshaw has fortified herself as an incredibly pivotal command pilot in the 100th. I mean, if you really need a visual for…such poor eyesight…feel free to come to Thorpe Abbotts any day of the week and she could probably rattle off a tour of Silver Bullets herself and fly you to France and back without breaking a sweat."

"Yeah, yeah, Crosby, thank you, yeah," Bucky said, leaning forward, "if you really thinking taking a few jabs at one of our command pilots I think-"

"I've never seen someone fly with such cool, calm, collected confidence that I have to practically reach over and make sure she's alive," Francis interjected, casting a glance at Annie, her gaze firm, as she looked back to the British, "anyone could die any given time or day. And Captain Faulkner happened to be in the crossfire. But Lieutenant Bradshaw has stepped up to the plate-"

"And hit a fucking grand slam-"

"Sir," Francis said glancing at Major Egan who held up his hands in mock protest, "if you have sort of questioning about Lieutenant Bradshaw and her confidentiality in a B-17, you can happily talk to me day or night - preferably night, but I know you do your runs then. Damn shame." The British sat in stunned silence. "So, please, feel free, but I assure you that Lieutenant Bradshaw is doing what she must and Captain Faulkner is rolling over in her grave knowing you're talking to her like this." More stunned silence. Biddick let out a low whistle as Major Egan leaned back and wrapped his arms around the backs of both her and Francis' chairs.

"Well, gentlemen, you just got bested by one of the best damn co-pilots in all the 100th," Major Egan said with a dry chuckle afterwards, "c'mon, what do you gotta say for yourselves, huh?" The British pilots continued to sit in an uneasy silence.

"Right." Major Cleven said, butting in quietly, as he laced his fingers together and nodded to the group, "Thanks for the drinks tonight, gentlemen." Major Cleven nodded to the RAF pilots, who began to protest as the group started to stand, Major Egan urging Annie to stand to her feet with her beer as she glanced back at the RAF pilots - stunned into silence and the sudden realization of having to pay for 6 to 7 drinks at their disposal.

Annie blindly followed behind Major Egan's bobbing head until the group had started to settle at a new table, away from that of the RAF pilots, whom Annie had taken a glance back to and who were slowly standing, adjusting themselves and muttering amongst one another.

"Last time I hear about their shit with Silver Bullets," Major Egan said from beside her as she settled into the open chair beside him, glancing up at the table and eyeing Francis, who was a few chairs down and nodding to her (which brought Annie a greater comfort than she could imagine), "Birdie used to sock 'em in the mouth with what she'd tell 'em. You could do that, but you're fucking eloquent with it, Bradshaw, so, they might've lost it if we kept at it." Annie glanced up at Major Egan as his sipped his beer again.

"They always got a comment," DeMarco muttered from across the table as he pulled his cigarette off his lip and glanced at Annie, "you get used to it, but it don't mean that it doesn't annoy the shit outta the rest of us. They went after Silver Bullets all the time. And they damn-well knew what it meant to."

"Birdie just never actually told them what it meant, ya know," Biddick offered with a grin and a nod, "she liked to mess with 'em all the time. Get in their heads, shit like that. She got 'em good. But, hey, you did much of the same so cheers to you, Bradshaw." Annie let out a small laugh and scratched behind her head.

"I'll be honest, I've been through enough higher order bullshit in my time and just didn't want to have to hear any sorta sob story from their mouths," Annie admitted honestly, earning a few chuckles from the table, "you get enough of that from back home. Didn't need it here to." A uniformed grouping of nods and agreements and 'Amen to that' echoed about, with people clinking glasses and smiling at her - and for a moment, she felt she won a bit of something deep in her being, for even just a statement like that.

Annie slowly glanced to her left and found Brady there - their few conversations hadn't been anything stellar, but he'd been nothing but kind to her after their first unexpected meeting together on the tarmac. She smiled at him, when she caught him watching her and she watched as his gaze subtly softened and he leaned toward her a bit as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Thanks for saying that. Back there." Annie said with a nod, as he grip on her beer became tighter, "You didn't have to, but I appreciated it." Brady watched her with a grin on his lips and nodded as he leaned towards her ear over the loudness of the group.

"You're a good pilot, Bradshaw," he said quietly and with a genuineness in his voice that it made her heart resound to even the mere compliment that anyone could give anytime of the week, "and you get sick of hearing their comments on what a whole other crew is doing with their flying and all. You handled them well, in my opinion." He leaned back from her and nodded to her with a small smile, his eyes glowing. She watched him and then found her smile again and smiled back.

"Thanks." she said with a nod, and he grinned wider at her, "If you don't mind my asking, they said…much of the same to Birdie?" Brady nodded quickly, sipping his beer again before looking at her (in that damn good looking uniform of his that would make a rock look stellar she thought), and turning his body towards her in the chair.

"All the time." Brady said, "'Course she had us, we didn't let the Brits get all their jeering out that they wanted, but Birdie held her own, and she usually would get them pretty good. Had them practically squirming in their seats. It's a bit of a treat sometimes, ya know?" Annie smiled at the thought and sent a glance to Francis, who was engaged in a serious looking conversation with Biddick and Kidd.

"And Francis?" Brady smiled at her.

"Francis always gets her digs in, they must be learning to suspect it at this point, but they should've played better when you were sitting there. They know how we all are at this point and you're no different. New ranking officer or not, we don't let shit like that slide." Brady affirmed to her and Annie smiled at him, with a look of thanks in her eyes. Brady watched her quietly for a moment as she seemed to soak in his words, before clearing his throat.

"What's this about some folklore, huh?" Brady asked her, almost innocently and sweetly enough that she looked up at him with a surprised chuckle.

"What?" Brady grinned as he leaned forward.

"Silver Bullets. Back there, you said it meant something…folklore or whatnot. What's that about?" Brady asked her, sipping his beer, "The most Birdie let on for us what that it was enough to kill us all or something like that." Annie watched him and broke into a rather loud chuckle and shook her head at him, before leaning against the table and sighing.

"Supposedly it killed werewolves, I don't know." Annie said, looking to his eyes, "You'd have better luck talking to Margie about all that though, she's into all that ghost sorta stuff." Brady let out a laugh at her words and nodded to her.

"I'll have to keep that in mind." Annie grinned.

Something about Lieutenant John Brady made her want to keep talking to him - his quiet confidence and inviting nature made her insides feel warm and almost curious to know more about himself, his story, him. She didn't have a lot of people like that back home - being young and taking care of an army of siblings who had practically been ready to call her 'Mom' instead of 'Sister' was traumatizing enough, not to even mention her lack of schooling or social outing.

Annie slowly sipped her beer again, cringing a bit at the liquid and its warmth and glanced over at Brady again, who was back to sipping his own beer and listening in on a conversation with Major Cleven, Major Egan, Crosby and Bubbles. A small smile hit her cheeks as she watched him laugh, something about him magnetic and touching all at once.

"Hey. Bradshaw." Annie looked over at Major Egan and watched as he leaned beside her, wrapping an arm around her chair and pointing to the beer, "Just. Let me know if you don't end up finishing that up. I could take it off your hands, easy." Annie watched him for a moment.

"Are you really that much of a fan of warm beer, sir?" Egan let out a dry chuckle and shrugged.

"You gotta go where the getting is good, I guess. And what else is around here except empty fucking fields and trees every square mile. A warm beer at this point is a good beer." Annie let out a laugh and slid it towards him.

"All yours." she said, "I don't drink much anyway."

"Ahhh, hey Buck, you got a fellow Saint here," Egan said, leaning over to Major Cleven and wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "she don't do much drinking either. Maybe you two can both go taking shots of water together." Major Cleven let out a chuckle as Annie rolled her eyes the slightest bit and caught Brady's slightly cold stare at Egan - but Annie didn't really care.

From the interactions she'd had with Egan, it was all in good fun - he was all in good fun. He was always looking for fun, a distraction from war. She didn't mind.

She liked the two Majors - Buck and Bucky - they'd been sweet as anything, with a bit more jeering from Egan if she was telling the truth. But they seemed to understand what it meant to have an all-female crew in the group and she appreciated that. It meant that when Birdie had been here, they had looked out for her, too, and with her, they were making sure of it.

"Hey, Bradshaw, you want a Coca-Cola?" Annie looked over at Brady leaning towards her, with a thumb jabbed over his shoulder to the bar, "Since someone took your beer-"

"Sure." Annie said, looking at him, while waving off Egan who was looking ready to start singing a musical nearly, "It's all good….I'm not a fan of beer much anyway. Here and there." Brady smiled at her, the corner of his lip curling upwards into a near-wider grin.

"Warm beer just doesn't do the trick, like beer back home, huh?"

"You got that right." Brady chuckled.

"I'll be back-"

"I can get it." Annie said, her hand jutting out to stop him by the arm, but he turned to her and offered her up a wink before heading off.

Annie watched him go before turning slowly back to the table and finding Francis watching her from across the table. She raised a brow. Annie couldn't contain the smirk and shook her head. Francis chuckled. By this point in time, she'd never felt more comfortable in a group of people and in a bomber group.

Maybe flying B-17s had always been her ultimate goal, despite everything in her life up to this point in time. Maybe all her reckless youth and sped-up childhood was for this. To come into this moment in time as a Lieutenant in the Army Air Force, with the title of command pilot for an all-female group. Maybe that's what all along, everything was coming to a head as. Maybe for once in her life, she was earning something instead of giving. Maybe she was doing it all at once.

Maybe.

Life seemed to be full of maybes at this point - and maybe, she was okay with that for now.

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 168

warnings: nsfw hmh masterlist

Laying in bed, you stare at the ceiling and exhale loudly. Both of your legs feel like they weigh a ton, and you can’t bring yourself to even sit up to check the time. You’re beyond exhausted. Ronan doesn’t sleep too late in the mornings, so you know you should probably get up soon to get her. She isn’t crying yet, so that’s a good sign.

You rub the sleep from your eyes as you sit up a little, and you look over to see that John is already awake and gone, probably getting Ronan up for the morning, so you plop back down and pull the blanket over your head as you try to fall back asleep.

The bedroom door creaks open, and a few moments later, you feel a little baby crawling towards you. You smile as you pull the blanket down, and you laugh when Ronan’s chubby little face lights up when she notices you. Ronan babbles as she crawls faster towards you, and you reach out for her, hugging her in your arms as you kiss her cheek.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?” John whispers as he lays down next to you, reaching over to move your hair away from your face, “Baby?”

“Hmm?” you look up at him and furrow your brow, “What?”

John moves a little closer and places his hand on your waist, “I asked how you’re feeling.”

“Oh,” you take a deep breath and shrug, “Tired. Have you fed her yet?”

The look of concern grows on John’s face as he holds your gaze, “Baby, it’s 11 in the afternoon.”

You sit up a little to check out the time on the clock. Yup, John’s right. 11:24.

“Are you not feeling well?”

Exhaling quietly, you look over at Ronan as she plays with your bracelet, then you look up at John as you tear up, “I’m just so tired.”

“Talk to me, baby.” he whispers, moving closer to you and helping you sit up.

John is always to attentive and tender with you, and he’s being so sweet today that it’s making you feel even more guilty for how you’re feeling. The look on his face is a mixture of sadness and fear, but it’s purely concern for you and your well-being. He’s probably hoping this isn’t another repeat of your postpartum depression.

Ronan crawls down the bed a little, allowing John to move closer to you, and you smile when you see her chewing on one of her new toys you just recently bought her. You look up at John as he watches Ronan with a smile on his face, then you snuggle closer to him as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Can you talk to me?”

You nod, looking down, “I’m just so tired. I just feel like the past few weeks have caught up with me. I just want to lay in bed all day and sleep, but I can’t. I need to do laundry, I have to clean the house today, I especially need to clean our kitchen. Everything is happening so much.”

John chuckles when you look up at him and pout, and he leans down to kiss your forehead, “Why don’t I bring Ronan to your mom’s house? Let you have the house to yourself today. No cleaning, no laundry, no cooking. Just you relaxing.”

“I don’t want that though.” you say as you sit up and look at him, “I want to be with you.”

“Well, I’ll stay with you.” he says, ruffling your hair, “Momma and daddy day, how does that sound?”

You nod, then you look up at him and smile, “Husband and wife day.”

“Husband and wife day,” John repeats, then he nods, “I like the sound of that.”

Reaching down, you grab Ronan and hold her in your arms as she chews on her toy, and she hands it over to you as if you would like a taste.

“No thanks, bug.” you laugh, kissing her cheek, “Do you want to stay with grandma today?”

Ronan bounces on your lap and babbles loudly, furrowing her brow as she looks at John like she’s having a conversation with him. John chuckles as he reaches over to pinch her cheek, and she giggles loudly, trying to hide in your arms when he tickles her.

It’s not that you don’t enjoy these moments--of course you do! You’re just tired, and you need a day to relax. You know you’re lucky to have John, and you know you’re lucky to be able to just bring your daughter to your mom’s so that you can spend some time with him. You definitely don’t take that for granted.

John leans over to kiss your cheek, then he smiles when you look up at him, “She hasn’t had her first solid of the day, so if you want, I can do that for you.”

“I’ll do it.” you whisper as you look up at John, “I can do it.”

“Okay,” John laughs, putting his hands up in defense, “I just…okay.”

You get off the bed and take Ronan when she reaches out for you, then you walk over to John and put your hand on his stomach to stop him from leaving the room just yet, “We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

John nods as he looks down at you and Ronan, “I…I just need to know you’re okay.”

“I am,” you nod, leaning up to kiss John, “I am, I promise.”

Cupping your face in his hands, John leans down and kisses you tenderly, then he leans over to press a kiss to the top of Ronan’s head. “My girls. I love you both.”

“We love you,” you smile, bouncing Ronan in your arms as she giggles. You look up at John and give him a genuine smile, “I love you, John.”

Ronan wiggles in your arms as you hold John’s gaze for a moment, then she lets out one big cry, usually indicating that she’s hungry or needs a diaper change. You smile at John and touch his arm before you hoist Ronan up on your hip more and head downstairs.

“What are we gonna eat today?” you ask, bouncing her playfully as you walk into the kitchen, “Huh? What do we have in the fridge today?”

Looking into the fridge, you feel relief wash over you when you remember that John had done all of the grocery shopping yesterday, and he made sure to get all of Ronan’s favorites. You walk over to place Ronan in her highchair, then you walk back to the fridge and get out a few things for her.

You crack an egg onto a skillet and smile as you look over at Ronan. She’s the spitting image of John, and her little brown eyes always sparkle in the sunlight. If all of your babies look like John, you’d be totally fine with that.

You scramble up an egg for Ronan, then you place it on a plate to cool off while you peel a nectarine and cut up a banana for her. You look up at Ronan as she smacks her hands against her highchair, and you laugh when she begins to ‘talk’ to Bleu, who is never far from her.

“Ooh, we’re talkative today.” John laughs as he comes into the kitchen, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he walks past. “Ooh, and we’re having some eggs.”

“And a banana and a nectarine.” you say, placing them on her plate before walking over to her. “Here you are, little miss.”

Ronan starts to eat, choosing her banana first like always, and you look over at John and smile. He holds you gaze for a moment, then he walks over and reaches for your hands when he leans back against the counter.

“I already called mom. Told her I’d be over soon with Ronan.” he says as he rubs your back, “And as for you, I got a bath all made up for you.”

You look up at John and jerk your head back slightly, “What?”

“I made you a bath. Go get it before the water gets cold.” John smiles, then he leans down to kiss you. “Go, baby.”

You smile as you kiss John’s cheek, then you walk over and kiss Ronan since you won’t see her until later, “Love you, bug. I’ll see you in a little bit. Make sure to pack her blanket--”

“I will, and her stuffed dino.” John smiles, “I got it all.”

You turn around and smile at John again, then you put your hand over your heart as you back out of the kitchen, “Thank you, baby.”

“No need to thank me.” John says, smiling sweetly as he watches you leave.

As soon as you get into the bathroom, you put your hands over your mouth and gasp when you see the tub full of bubbles and several candles lit around the edge. You immediately pull your pajamas off and crawl into the tub, feeling your muscles relax from the warm water. You close your eyes as you sink further into the tub, and a smile spreads across your face as you finally feel yourself relax.

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The bath was exactly what you needed to get a start to your day. You stayed in it for quite a while until the water turned cold, then you hopped in the shower to wash your hair. Just as you sit down on the bed to apply some lotion to your legs, you hear the front door open, and moments later, you look over your shoulder to see John standing in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a small bag in his left hand.

“What’s that?”

John shrugs as he walks over to you, “Just a little something for you.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” you shake your head as he kneels down in front of you, “I wasn’t asking for all this.”

“I know,” he whispers, handing the bag and flowers to you, “I wanted to do this.”

Holding the flowers to your nose, you inhale the scent of the roses, then you set them aside to open the bag. You smile as you pull out a bag of your favorite chocolate, then you let out a small laugh when you pull out a vanilla scented candle.

“Thank you.” you lean forward and cup his face, pressing a kiss to his lips, “You’re the sweetest.”

John moves to sit next to you on the bed, then he shrugs when you look at him, “What do you want to do today?”

“I just wanna be with you.”

“You do?” John asks, almost taken aback by the thought.

Reaching over for John’s hand, you nod and smile, “Yes, I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” he whispers as he cups your face and kisses you. “Oh, I got you some lunch.”

You laugh as you lean back and look at him, “Maybe we need to have husband and wife days more often.”

John chuckles as he gets up from the bed, then he holds your hand as he leads you downstairs to the living room where your food is waiting for you on the coffee table. Your stomach rumbles loudly when you see it’s a sandwich from your favorite deli, and you walk over to start eating.

“So, do you want to watch a movie or something?” John asks just as you take a big bite, and you shake your head and point to the gaming system. “A game? Oh, no, you’re gonna make me play that one game, aren’t you? I’m bad at it!”

Putting your hand over your mouth, you laugh, “You can only get better if you practice.”

“Ugh,” John jokingly groans as he reaches for the controller, then he shakes his head as you happily eat your food. “Only doing this because you’re so cute and sweet today.”

“Today?” you jokingly gasp, “I thought I was cute and sweet every day.”

John laughs as he looks over at you, “You know that you are, but you’re extra cute today.”

John inhales deeply as he looks at the loading screen of the game, and he shakes his head as he chuckles. You scoot closer to him until your legs are touching, then you lean over and move his hair away from his face to get a better look.

Taking a deep breath, John clutches the controller in his hands, unknowingly moving it in the direction he’s trying to make his character run, and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing.

“Top right, don’t forget.”

“I know, I know!” he says, furrowing his brow as he stares at the TV. “No!”

You grimace, “Well, you’re dead.”

“I got that guy! I got him!” he says, shaking his head and pointing at the TV.

John doesn’t ever really get mad or upset, but every time he tries to play this game, he gets furious. He’s convinced that you changed the settings on it to make it harder, but you definitely didn’t--he’s just bad at it. It’s nice that he’s bad at something.

“How many times am I going to die before you help me out?” he laughs, furrowing his brow again as he plays. He perks up a little when shoots the guy in the top right corner, then he smiles, “Got him. I got that fucker!”

“Good job!” you move to sit behind John on the couch, placing your legs on either side of his waist, then you wrap your arms around him and look at the TV over his shoulder, “Top corner!”

John laughs as he shoots the zombie, then he looks over his shoulder at you, “I did it!”

“Nope,” you shake your head and kneel behind John, reaching over him to take the controller, “Let me do this.”

John watches in awe as you quickly defeat the rest of the bad guys, then he holds his breath a little when he sees the big boss. You raise your eyebrows and hand the controller to him, but he leans back and shakes his head. You defeat the big boss rather quickly, and John cheers for you.

“Damn!” he laughs, looking at you, “Maybe you should be the assassin in the family.”

You let out a small laugh as you pause the game and set the controller down on the table, “Yeah, for being an assassin, you’re terrible at shooting games.”

“The aiming is way off, trust me.” he says, and you cock up your eyebrow to tease him. “I’m…good. You know this.”

You laugh loudly, “Are you bragging, Mr. Wick?”

“Maybe,” John smirks as he leans back to kiss you.

Kissing John softly, you inhale deeply as you move to sit down next to him, and you wrap his arm around your shoulder. You know he’s probably still wondering what’s going on with you, so you figure now is a good time to tell him, but he stops you before you can even open your mouth.

“You’re…still happy, right?” he asks, and you look up at him as you nod. “I know you’re happy with Ronan and all, but I mean me. I still make you happy, right?”

“Yes!” you sit up more and turn to face John as you reach for his hands, “John, you make me so unbelievably happy. Wait, is that why you did the bath and the flowers earlier?”

John shrugs as he looks down, “I would do that for you anyway, but I just thought maybe you didn’t like me anymore. I wanted to show you that I still like you.”

“I like you,” you tilt his chin up and smile, “I like you a lot. I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone before. I also love you too. I like you and I love you.”

John smiles, “Good, because I like you and I love you too.”

“I promise I am still as crazy about you as I was when I met you. Actually, I’m even crazier about you, which almost seems impossible at this point.” you say, looking down as John grips your hand, “Baby, I am so in love with you. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life. You’re the best daddy to our amazing little bug, and you’re the best husband in this world. Of course I’m biased though.”

Taking a deep breath, John reaches over and places his hand on your cheek, smiling when you lean into it for the warmth, “I just don’t want you to be unhappy.”

“I’m definitely not unhappy.” you put your legs over John’s lap and scoot closer to him, smiling when he pulls you even closer to him. You look out the window and sigh a little, “I just feel like I’ve kind of lost myself lately. I just feel like I’m not me anymore. I feel like I’m just a mom and a wife--and it’s not that I don’t love those things because I do! I love being a mom and wife so much. I love being your wife and I love being Ronan’s mom.”

John nods, “Right.”

“It’s like every day I wake up and put on some unflattering clothing, put my hair up into a messy bun because I don’t have time to do it and I just go about my day. Lately I haven’t been taking the time to get ready in the morning. I haven’t been doing my hair and my makeup. I feel so gross and I feel like I’m just not me anymore. I don’t feel like sexy anymore.”

“What?”

You nod, “I used to get so dressed up and wear sexy stuff, and I don’t feel like that way anymore. I just wear…mom clothes. I know that this isn’t all the time and it’s just a little slump that I’m in but I feel like I can’t get out of it right now. I know that next week I probably won’t feel this way, but for now, this is how I feel.”

“You are so sexy, Y/N. I’m not just saying that.” he says, and you blush. “I know you won’t believe me because you don’t feel that way right now, but trust me, you’re sexy.”

“I’ve gotten lazy, I think.”

John shakes his head, “You’re tired. And I get it. It’s tiring having a baby. I’m tired too!”

“You sure? You’re so…energetic.”

“Because I’ve just always been like this. I’ve always been go, go, go since I was young. But I get tired. I practically fell asleep at my workbench the other night when you took Ronan out. I actually laid down on the couch and slept, which is why I stayed up until almost 3 AM that night so I could finish the book I was working on.”

You sigh as you look up at him with sad eyes, “I sent my daughter to my mom’s house so I could relax and spend time with my husband. I’m such a bad mom.”

“That doesn’t make you a bad mom at all.” he says sincerely, “Baby, you do so much for Ronan--it’s hard to take care of a baby. You are not a bad mom.”

You look down as you tear up, “I feel guilty for needing a moment to myself. I feel like it makes me a bad mom.”

“It doesn’t.” John cups your face and brings your gaze to his, “Wanting alone time is good! You deserve time for yourself, it’s a way to recharge and be a good mom.”

“But you don’t need time for yourself.”

John laughs, “I do, and I get that when I work on my books in the basement. Ro is too little to go down there right now so you usually stay with her upstairs when I’m working down there.”

“That’s true, plus apparently you nap.” you laugh quietly, and John smiles as he leans over to wipe away your tears. “I just think I needed a day to recharge and relax, and I got that today because of you.”

“You deserve that, but I don’t ever want you to get to this point again, okay? Next time you’re starting to feel a little run down, tell me. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You look down as your chin wobbles, then you gasp for air as you look up at John, “Do you think she thinks I’m a bad mom?”

“Sweetheart, no,” John pulls you into his arms as you cry, and he presses a kiss to your forehead, “She does not think you’re a bad mom. She loves you. I bet she can’t wait to see you tonight when we pick her up.”

Looking down, you hide your face in your hands as John holds you, and he leaves his lips pressed to your forehead as you try to calm down. You tilt your head back to look at John, and he smiles as he carefully wipes away the tears on your cheeks.

John really is your best friend, and he’s the absolute man of your dreams. He knows just what to say to make you feel better and he knows exactly what you need.

“I love you.” he whispers, holding your gaze as he leans down to kiss you, “You’re an amazing mom and wife, but you’re not just a mom and wife. You’re a business owner, a friend, a sister, a daughter. You’re the most amazing woman I know.”

You chuckle softly, “I’m failing in the wife area, to be honest. You thought I wasn’t happy anymore.”

“No, I think I’m just paranoid.” he says, and you look up at him, “Everything is going so well for us. We have a great marriage, our sex life is a solid 10 out of 10, definitely no complaints there, Mrs. Wick. Everything is going so well, I just get paranoid that it’s too good.”

“You really think I’m going to just leave you?”

John shakes his head as he shrugs, “I just worry that something bad is going to happen when things get too good.”

“Things have been good for almost three years now, has anything bad happened?” you ask, and John shakes his head. “Exactly! Because you deserve all of this. Everything that you have, you deserve. Your family, your friends, your wife, your daughter--you deserve these things, baby.”

Wrapping his arms around you, John pulls you closer to him as he kisses you tenderly as you move to straddle his waist. He buries his face in your chest and inhales deeply before he looks up at you.

“We’re far from perfect, aren’t we?”

John laughs as he nods his head, “We’re perfect for each other, I know that.”

You dramatically go limp in John’s arms, falling against his chest, “You’ve done it, Wick. You’ve killed me. Yet again!”

A small chuckle escapes from John’s lips as he leans back to look at you, “Are you feeling better now?”

“Yeah, a little.” you say, and he raises his brows, “I don’t know! I’m feeling like 17 different emotions. On one hand, I just wanted to spend the day with you, then on the other, I want to be sitting here with Ronan between us while we watch a movie. I also want to go out with my friends for the first time in a while and just have fun, but I also want to put on lingerie and just let you rip it off of me. I don’t know. My emotions are everywhere.”

John blinks up at you, “Um, can we go back to the part where you said you wanted me to rip lingerie off of you, because we can absolutely do that. Right now, even.”

“Of course you only heard that.”

“I didn’t only hear that!” he laughs, squeezing your sides, “I heard it all, and if you wanted to hang out with your friends tonight, I would be absolutely okay with that. I would be okay with doing whatever you want to do tonight.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean down to kiss him, “I want to do this. I want to spend the day with you.”

“Good, because I want to spend the day with you.” he whispers against your lips, rubbing your sides, “Seriously though, how are you feeling now?”

“I still feel a little guilty though for wanting to just spend time with you. Especially when you always seem to be fine. I remember when I was pregnant, we would always say how we’d never get to the point where we don’t date each other, and here we are.”

John laughs, “We’re not there, baby. Definitely not. We still have date nights, I still surprise you with gifts and days for us alone. I will admit that these past few weeks have been a little tough on us. Having a baby is hard. The day she was born, our lives changed in so many ways. So many ways that we didn’t even expect. It’s hard to have a kid, it’s hard to navigate life with a kid. No one thinks you’re a bad mom.”

You inhale deeply and look up at him, “Okay.”

“Hey,” John cups your face and smiles when you look at him, “And trust me, I want to spend time with you--just you. I had my hand down your pants the other day, and I was so damn happy, but someone interrupted us with her crying. When you came back into the room, you were just tired, so I let you go to bed.”

A smile spreads across your face as you look at John, “You were sad?”

“I was a bit sad, I won’t lie.” he chuckles, then he looks up at you, “You know that I still love you and want you, and I…need you. Baby, I couldn’t function without you in my life.”

You cup John’s face in your hands as you lean down to kiss him, tilting your head to the side for a better angle. You wrap your arms around John’s neck as he grips your waist, then he holds tight to you as he gets off of the couch and walks up the stairs with you in his arms.

John gently lays you down on the bed and smiles before he begins to kiss down your entire body. He stands up at the end of the bed and holds your gaze as he unbuttons your shorts and pulls them down, then he licks his lips when he pulls your underwear off and you spread your legs open.

Closing your eyes, you smile to yourself as John sucks and kisses on your thighs, then he pulls you closer to him when he kneels on the floor. You hum loudly when John buries his face between your legs as he gently licks and sucks on your clit, then he uses two fingers to part your lips to dive in deeper.

“Shit…” you arch your back and reach down to run your fingers through John’s hair, “Fuck, baby.”

“Mm,” John looks up at you as he licks his lips, “So good.”

Arching your back, you throw your head back and grab the sheets as John slowly shakes his head back and forth between your legs, and you let out a loud moan when his nose bumps your clit. You whimper loudly as you sit up to watch John, and he holds your gaze while he begins licking you feverishly and relentlessly.

“Fuck…” you try to move away from John when you feel like you’re about to come, but he holds your hips tight and winks at you. “I don’t wanna come without you.”

John gives you one final lick before he stands up and unbuttons his jeans, pulling himself out of his pants. He rests his hands on either side of your head as he lays down on top of you, and you both look down, watching as you slide him between your legs.

Pumping his hips slowly, John holds your gaze and smiles, then he leans down to kiss you, and you taste yourself on his lips. He pulls your shirt up so he’s able to see your breasts, and he licks his lips before leaning down to suck on your pierced nipple. You whine loudly as you arch your back, and you close your eyes when John thrusts his hips deep and slow, nearly slipping from between your legs with every thrust.

“You’re so wet.” he whispers, smirking when he looks at you, “I love it.”

Closing your eyes, you pull John down to kiss you since you know you’re about to come, and you cling to him as you whimper and moan, almost screaming his name every time his hips pound down on yours.

“Look at me, baby.” John whispers as he lays down on you more, slowing his thrusts down and taking his time with you, “I love you. Never forget that. I love you more than anything in this world.”

“I love…” you moan quietly, squeezing your eyes shut, “I love you too.”

John pecks your cheek and sits up, then he begins to jerk his hips harder and faster to help bring on your orgasms. You grip John’s biceps in your hands as you spread your legs further, and as soon as John begins rubbing circles on your clit, you immediately start to shake and whimper loudly as you come.

“Oh, fuck…” John murmurs as he looks down at you, watching as the pleasure takes over, then he lays down on top of you as he jerks his hips, filling your core with his warmth.

The two of you stay in each other’s arms as you try to catch your breath, and you press kisses to John’s cheek as he lays on top of you. Inhaling deeply, you close your eyes and hug him even more to keep him in place.

“Just like you need me, I need you.” you whisper to John, and he sits up a little to look at you. “I couldn’t do any of this without you, John.”

John smiles as he leans down to kiss you, leaving his lips there for a moment and savoring the taste and feeling of your lips pressed together. He inhales deeply and leans back to look at you, then he sits up and begins to smother your face and body in kisses as you laugh loudly trying your best to scoot away from him.

“Get back here,” he laughs, grabbing your legs and pulling you back to him, “Why don’t you and I go grab some dinner in a little bit? I know you just had lunch, but maybe we can get some dinner tonight then we’ll pick up Ronan?”

“Sounds good.” you say softly as you cup John’s face, “How did I get so lucky?”

John shrugs as he smiles, “How did I get so lucky?”

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Walking into your mom’s house, you hear her singing quietly to Ronan as she bounces her in her arms. She leans her cheek against the top of her head and smiles as she closes her eyes, walking back and forth in the kitchen. You tiptoe a little closer as to not wake Ronan if she’s sleeping, but when she notices you from over your mom’s shoulder, she reaches out as she calls out for you.

“Mama.” she says, reaching out with little grabby hands and bouncing with excitement. “Mama, mama, mama.”

“Hi, bug!” you smile as you walk over to her, taking her from your mom and kissing her cheek repeatedly, “Oh, my goodness, I missed you so much today. Did you have fun with grandma?”

Your mom chuckles, “She’s like a little bullet and so damn inquisitive!”

“Yeah, we had to get covers for all the outlets at home because she’s so curious.” you smile as you hold Ronan close to your chest, inhaling the scent of baby soap. “She’s like our little shadow right now. Whenever John is, Ronan is right behind him.”

You loved having the day for just you and John, but every time you’re away from Ronan for more than an hour, you remember how much you love her and how your world revolves around her. She is the center of your universe, and a day doesn’t go by that you aren’t thankful for all that you have. A beautiful daughter and an amazing husband. An amazing husband who is dying to come hold you and your baby.

“Dada,” Ronan whispers as she looks up at John, reaching for his beard, and he leans down a little for her to be able to grab it.

John chuckles as Ronan tugs his beard lightly, then he playfully nibbles on her hands, causing her to squeal with delight. She bounces so wildly in your arms that you have to hand her over to John, and you shake your arms when John has a good grip on her.

“Man, she’s getting heavy too.” you laugh, shaking your head as you lean over to kiss her cheek, “You’re gettin’ so big, aren’t you, bug?”

Your mom gestures to the couch, and you all follow behind her to sit down. John places Ronan on the floor so she can play with some toys, then he reaches for your hand when he sits down next to you.

“How was your day?” your mom asks, cocking up her eyebrow a little--of course John probably told her why he was dropping off Ronan.

“It was good,” you nod as you look over at John, “It was really good. Just what I needed.”

Your mom looks down at John holding your hand, then she looks up at you with tears in her eyes, “Everything is okay with you two, right?”

“Yes!” you laugh, taking John’s hand in both of yours, “Of course.”

Exhaling, your mom puts her hand over her heart, “Oh, good. Jonathan didn’t tell me anything when he dropped off Ronan, but he seemed a little…unsettled, and he was inching his way to the door just to get back to you.”

You smile as you look over at John, and he smiles bashfully as he looks down. You look back at your mom and shrug, “I was so tired this morning, and I don’t know if it makes me a bad mom, but I just needed some alone time, and some time with my husband.”

“That does not make you a bad mom, honey. You’re a wonderful mother, look at your baby.” she says, and you look down at Ronan stands between your legs and grins up at you. “She’s doing so well and that’s all because of you and John. Taking time for yourself doesn’t make you a bad mom. And wanting to spend time alone with your husband doesn’t make you a bad mom either. How else are you going to give me more grandbabies?”

“Mom, ew.” you scrunch your face up and shake your head, and your mom and John both start to laugh. Ronan babbles loudly as she walks back to her toys, and you shrug as you look up at your mom, “I just felt guilty for wanting to spend time with John. I don’t want Ronan to think I don’t love her.”

“When Ronan is 13 and wants to hang out with her friends instead of you, will you think she doesn’t love you?” your mom asks, and you shake your head. “Exactly. Honey, she knows you love her. We all know how much you love your baby. I promise that no one, including your daughter, will think you’re a bad mom for taking some time for yourself. Having some alone time and focusing on yourself will help you be an even better mom, if that’s even possible.”

John pats your thigh and smiles, “See, I told you!”

Looking up at John, you smile at him as you lean over to rest against his shoulder, “John said all those things to me too, but part of me thought it was just John being John.”

“Honey, you’re very lucky to have a man like him.” she says, and you nod your head, “I know you know that. And Jonathan is just as lucky to have you. If the roles were reversed, I know you’d do the same thing Jonathan did. You two have a very healthy relationship.”

You let out a small laugh as you sit up, “Mom, you’re starting to sound like a therapist.”

“Well, I give good advice.” she says, shrugging as she smiles. “Get out of here, you three. I’m sure you’re ready to put this one down for the night.”

John gets up to pack Ronan’s bag, then he slings it over his shoulder before he leans down to pick up Ronan, “We gotta go for our nightly walk too.”

“Hey, where’s dad?” you ask, looking around the house.

Your mom laughs, “Well, you know him, he’s so friendly. He met a friend, and your dad is now part of a bowling league.”

“Wow,” you laugh loudly, shaking your head, “Go figure that Dan would find something like that here.”

“Gives me some alone time.” she says, then she looks up at you, “See? Alone time is good!”

You smile as you lean over to hug your mom, then you look at Ronan as John presses kisses to her cheek, “We better get out of here.”

“Say bye to grandma,” John says, walking over to your mom so she can kiss Ronan goodbye, then he reaches down to hug her, “Thanks for taking her on such short notice.”

“Ah, I don’t mind. I always love having her. I had Finn for a little bit earlier too.” she walks with you to the door, then she touches your back to get your attention, “You’re a wonderful mother, and I couldn’t be prouder of the extraordinary woman you’ve become. I’m so proud of you.”

Immediately tearing up, you look down as your chin wobbles, “Thanks, mom. I learned from the best.”

Your mom lets out one big laugh, “Let’s end this conversation here, that was quite the compliment.”

“Love you, mom. We’ll call you this weekend.” you say as you walk onto the porch, then you smile at her from over your shoulder, “Bye.”

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You’re clinging to John’s arm as he pushes Ronan in her stroller, and every so often, he leans down to kiss you. He smiles tenderly when you meet his gaze, and he leans down to whisper that he loves you in your ear before you cross the street.

“Thank you for today.” you say, looking up at him, “I’m so lucky to have you, I hope you know that.”

John puts his left arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him so he can press a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m lucky to have you!”

Ronan babbles loudly and kicks her legs, so you lean down to look at her as she chews on her hands. Bleu is walking closely to the stroller, like he always does, and he sniffs Ronan when she makes noise.

“We did a good job, huh?” you ask, and John furrows his brow a little, “Our little girl. She’s so perfect. Nothing will change my mind about it, you and I were meant to be. You were meant to meet me, just so we could bring her into this world. I fully believe that.”

John smiles as he nods, “Me too. I also believe that I was meant to meet you just so you could show me what it was to be happy again. I’m so happy with you, I haven’t ever felt this happy.”

You stop walking as you reach up to wrap your arms around John’s neck, and he pulls you closer as he presses his lips to yours. The two of you are a little caught up in one another as you make out, and you don’t even notice Jimmy and Tess walking towards you.

“Ew, you two are so gross! They are families around here!” Tess teases, then she smiles when you look over at her.

When Finn notices Ronan in her stroller, he runs over to her, saying her name over and over. He finally reaches her, and Ronan squeals with delight as the two babble to one another.  

Finn is a big fan of Ronan, and he’s usually always hugging her and kissing her. You’re fairly certain they’re going to best friends when they’re older.

“What did you two get up to today?”

You take a deep breath and look at John before you look over at Tess, “Nothing, really. John dropped Ronan off with mom for a little bit, then we just spent the day together just hanging out.”

“Oh, cool,” Tess nods, then she cocks up her eyebrow a little when John moves to talk to Jimmy. She looks back at you and furrows her brow, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod as you take Ronan out of her stroller when she reaches for you, then you hand her to Tess when she leans towards her, “Yeah, I was just super tired, so John took Ro to mom’s house for a bit so we could spend some time together.”

Tess widens her eyes and gasps, “Are you pregnant?”

“What? No!” you laugh, then you shake your head when John looks at you, “I’m not. I’ve just been so exhausted lately. Life is just taking a toll, and on top of it, Ronan’s teething. I just think I was a little overwhelmed. John brought Ronan to mom’s house, and the two of us just hung out. It was nice to just be husband and wife for a bit.”

Cocking up her eyebrow, Tess smirks and nudges your arm, “I bet.”

You know that you’re not in alone in the way you were feeling earlier, so you decide to ask Tess. “When you first had Finn, did you start to feel like you were losing yourself?”

Tess laughs, “Yes, all the time. For the first year of his life, I didn’t know who the hell I was. I felt so lost. I felt like I wasn’t me anymore.”

“I just feel like…I’m nothing more than a mom.”

“Yeah,” she nods, then she smiles, “But it’s just a feeling. It’s not true. You’re more than just a mom. You’re so much more than that.”

You sigh, “I love being a mom though.”

“So do I, but sometimes it’s nice to just be a wife,” she says, and you look at her, “Or a friend, or a sister. Or just a fucking woman! Jimmy took Finn to his parents for the weekend and we just spent time together, we went out with you and John for dinner. I got in bed that night and sobbed because I missed my baby. Motherhood is complicated.”

“Yeah, you can say that again.”

Tess laughs, “Motherhood is fucking complicated!”

“Anyway, I feel much better now. I talked with John, and we had a good day.” you smile as John walks over to you, standing behind you and putting his hands on your shoulders.

“We should do it more often.” John says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nod in agreement, then you smile at Tess, “We better get home and put this little bug to bed.”

Tess bounces Ronan in her arms and kisses her, then she kneels down so Finn can kiss her too. You smile as Ronan leans over to give Finn a kiss, and then he looks up at you and reaches up.

“Give auntie a kiss,” Jimmy says, and he smiles when you lean down to kiss Finn, “And uncle John.”

John picks up Finn in his arms and kisses his cheek, then he sets him back as Finn giggles--he’s still pretty obsessed with John, “Bye, Finny.”

“Bye-bye.” Finn says, then he turns around to play in the grass as the rest of you say goodbye.

Taking Ronan from Tess, you smile at her, “Hey, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I want to try some photography. Maybe I can get some pictures of you and Ronan?” she asks as you back away, and you nod. “Maybe I can even get Mr. Wick to join us?”

John laughs, “Yeah, maybe. Night, guys.”

“Goodnight!” Tess waves, then she turns around and reaches for Jimmy’s hand as Finn walks in front of them.

You hold Ronan tight in your arms as she leans against your chest, and John looks over at you and gestures to the stroller. You shake your head and lean your cheek against the top of her head as you continue walking down the street.

“You still look so good with a baby.” John says, and you chuckle as you look up at him. “She’s really looking like you right now. That dimple in her cheek just kills me. Yours too.”

You look down at Ronan as she stares at John, playing with the sleeve of your shirt. A smile spreads across her face, showing off that little dimple, and she sits up a little as she giggles when John leans closer to her face.

“She’s pretty crazy about her daddy. Guess we also have that in common.”

John smiles as he looks down at you and wraps his arm around your shoulder, then he lets go as you all head back to the house. John quickly puts away the stroller in the closet and looks over at Ronan as she struggles to keep her eyes open.

“She’s tired. I’ll make her a bottle.” he says, leaving for the kitchen as you walk up to Ronan’s room.

Placing Ronan on her changing table, you change her diaper and talk to her while you get her into her pajamas, “I hope you know how much I love you, bug. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You and your daddy are my entire world, and I love you both endlessly.” you snap Ronan’s pajamas shut, then you bounce her in your arms as you wait for John to bring up the bottle, “Momma just needed some time to herself today with daddy. He’s a pretty good guy, we really lucked out with him. Makes me sad to think about what he’d be up to if I hadn’t met him.”

“I would likely be dead.” John says, and you smile as you turn around, “I would be sad, I would be…incomplete. This right here, you and Ronan, this is what I needed.”

You laugh tearfully, “You make it so easy to fall in love with you.”

John walks over to you as you sit down in the rocking chair to feed Ronan, then he pulls up the footstool and watches as Ronan’s eyes begin to flutter open and shut. She drinks part of her bottle before she falls asleep, and the bottle slips from between her lips as she finally falls into a deep sleep.

“I just wanna keep her this age forever.” you whisper as you look down at her, “I hate that she’s growing up, but I also love how much she’s learning and growing.”

John nods as he leans over to rub her cheek, “I will admit, sometimes I do miss that tiny baby we brought home from the hospital.”

“Me too.” you laugh as you stand up from the chair, then you press a soft kiss to Ronan’s cheek before you hand her over to John. “Goodnight, bug.”

John holds Ronan in his arms for a few moments before he kisses her cheek, then he carefully places her in her bed, “Goodnight, baby girl.”

You and John reach for each other’s hands as you look down at Ronan, then you turn on her nightlight and noise machine before leaving the room. John looks down at you and smiles as you walk down the hallway towards your room, and he winks at you, causing you to get a little flustered.

You look down at John’s watch and smirk when you look back up at him, “It’s only a little after 8…”

“Yeah, it sure is.” he says, letting go of your hand as you walk a little faster to the bedroom. “Round 2, Mrs. Wick?”

Biting your lip, you nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck, “Yes, please.”

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