#WHAT A MIRACLE THANK YOU BABY 🌹

[reveluving]

TOO MANY FAV SCENES TO PICK I'M LITERALLY SHAKING LIKE A CHIHUAHUA BUT HERE WE GO:

He's never hurt her or made her feel bad. After all, he has to be nice, for Evelyn, and for his brother Jack, and he loves him a lot, so that means taking care of the girl Jack loves.

Jack comes down the stairs, jumping when he gets to the last bottom three steps and engulfs his girlfriend in a big hug.

Love it. Love, love, love, love, LOVE IT. Just love seeing works where the MC has moments with those who mean to Garrett's characters (i.e. the Delta Force with TF), and this! This lovey-dovey, family bullshit???

An absolute gem, as much as Bobby has his moments, and dearest, this just warmed my squishy heart, to be reading my first Jack fic of the year 😭🤲🏼🌹❤️

P.S. YOU HAD ME AT THE TITLE, I SEE YOU, MY CULTURED SISTER (already had me giggling and rolling hehehehe) 🗣🔊🔊

I scream, You scream, Gimme That Ice-Cream!

Jack Mercer x fem!reader w curly hair

2.6k words

tags: Fluff, Humor, Domestic Fluff, Banter, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jack Lives, Evelyn Lives, Not Beta Read, Family Reunions, Canon-Typical Behavior

summary: Bobby, Jack's older brother, takes his gf 'Curly' to go get ice-cream because he's scared she'll get mugged considering she's not from Detroit but NYC where she met Jack. They sort of bond.

a/n: eeeeeeek i did it! I wrote for my handsome boy jackie! I looovvee him, he's so cute!!!! this fic is sort of bobby & reader centric w the focus being Jack throughout the whole time they're outside, until she gets home obvie and jackie is there to welcome her back from her small trip & they mess w bobby hehe.

this is for you my darling @reveluving, i watched it just cuz of garrett and i know he's your husband so this is kinda of a gift for you! I also did a little smthing special w the title, I hope you recognise its origin <3 enjoy!!!! <3

It was July in Detroit and it was warm and pleasant. The snow has melted and the weather seemed to be pretty consistent these past few days, so it was safe to go out in short sleeves and shorts without fearing being rained on. It was also then that the Mercer brothers were back at home for a short break. So Evelyn's house was constantly busy with her sons and their partners.

Evelyn, Jerry, his wife Camille and their daughters were out in the garden, watching the girls play while enjoying the sunshine. Angel and his girlfriend Sofi were in the kitchen doing God knows what, Jack was nowhere in sight and his girlfriend was by the door, applying her lip-balm in front of the mirror on the wall.

Bobby was slumped on the couch, watching TV when she caught his attention, he saw her handbag on her shoulder and frowned, "Where do you think you're going, Curly?"

She turned around, smacking her shiny lips and shoving her lip-balm in her handbag, "To get ice-cream,"

Bobby glared at her, well, maybe he didn't, but he did have a glare permanently stuck to his ugly mug, so it doesn't make that much difference, "Alone?"

"Yeah?"

Bobby stared at her, looked at the cropped t-shirt she was wearing, her little bracelets, her jean shorts, red converse, the sunglasses perched on her head, keeping her curls away from her face and her stupid, pretty face. Maybe not stupid, but she clearly looked like she wasn't from around here and Bobby doesn't want to imagine what sorts of bad things could happen to her out there alone, so he leans forward on the couch and says, "Yeah, no way, JACK!-"

"He's taking a shower!" She says, baffled.

"You're going out alone like that is like asking to be mugged," Bobby scoffed.

"Like what? My clothes are fine??!" She gasps, staring down at herself then back up at Booby. He was just being a jerk for no reason, she'll be fine, the shop is not even 10 minute away on foot! And it was daylight for God-sake!

Bobby tries calling for Jack again so she huffs, turning around and swinging the door open, "I'm going to get ice-cream!"

She steps out, closing the door behind her while Bobby calls after her, telling her how dumb she was being, she wasn't from around here and that she should wait for Jack to be done showering so he can go with her. But she doesn't wait, she's a big girl, she can take care of herself just fine.

Curly holds tight on her handbag as she takes off, quickly walking down the street when she hears the sound of a door slamming and cursing, she turns around and her eyes widen when she sees Bobby running in her direction her. She feels fear lick at her spine and can't help the squeal that leaves her lips when the Michigan Mauler catches up to her and grabs her arm, "Bobby!"

She fully expects him to drag her back home, or throw her over his shoulder like an animal but he doesn't, he just keeps hold of her arm as he drags her closer to his side, "Are you stupid? I told you it was dangerous for you!"

"I'm fine!"

"No, you're not, Missy. It don't look like it but these streets are filled with dickbags looking to mug someone, especially when school's closed," Bobby hissed in her face, all condescending asshole and annoying big brother like.

She glares at him, "Are you gonna take me to get ice-cream or not?"

"You're- The things I do for that little shit," Bobby groans and links her arm with his, shoving his hands in his pockets and resuming their walk to the shop, Bobby's strut fast and a little aggressive.

"So you're doing what I want for Jack?" She asked, looking at him as they walked.

"Yes, for Jack," Bobby rolled his eyes. She was about to open her mouth to ask him more questions but chose against it. She tried not to grin but failed. When Bobby noticed, he scrunched his nose, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing,"

As much as Bobby behaves like a downright asshole, he's great deep down. Since the day she met him, she knew that he'd be intense, intimidating and a real character from all the stories Jack has told her. But he wasn't evil. Bobby can be really mean and straight up terrifying when you're asking for it, but as much as he gives her shit about liking Britney Spears, dating his twerp of a baby brother or ganging up on him with Sofi, he's never hurt her or made her feel bad. After all, he has to be nice, for Evelyn, and for his brother Jack, and he loves him a lot, so that means taking care of the girl Jack loves.

When they get to the shop, Bobby opens the door and she goes in first, looking around for the freezer.

"Hello, Bobby!" Samir greets, sitting behind the counter. "Hey," He gives the man a nod and when his eyes land on Curly, looking at some drinks, he smirks, "Have you met my brother's girlfriend, yet?"

Samir looks a little confused, "Sofi?"

"No, Curly get your tiny ass over here-" Bobby grabs her by the arms and drags her to his side, she tries to wiggle away but he holds firm, "Samir, this is Curly, Jack's new sweetheart." Samir smiles awkwardly and waves at the young woman, "Curly, this is Samir, he can hook you up with anything you want,"

"Well, not anything, Bobby," Samir scratches the back of his neck.

"Yeah, right," Bobby winks at the guy and Samir looks baffled, "I'm serious! Don't believe him!" Samir looks at Curly, begging her to believe him, that he's totally innocent and doesn't dabble in whatever Bobby is insinuating.

Curly knows that Bobby is messing with him, so she smiles, "Okay then, do you have ice-cream?"

Samir relaxes then, "Yes, it's right there, behind that shelf,"

"Thank you," Curly smiles, walking over to where he pointed, Bobby following her with his hands in his pockets. "Bobby, get a basket,"

Bobby turns around to go grab one while she slides the freezer's door open, she looks over at the options and picks two chocolate milk and almond magnum ice-creams for herself, then a cookies and cream one for Jack. Bobby comes over with the basket and she throws the three items in there, "Which one do you want?" Instead of answering, Bobby dives in and takes out a Twister with three flavours, putting it in the basket.

"Can you pick some for the rest?" She asks and he goes straight to work, knowing what his brothers, mum, his sister in law, nieces and Sofi like by heart, even though he'd never admit it. Once he's done, he closes the freezer and looks at her, "Are we done?"

"There should be eleven in here, can you check?" She asks him and he frowns, "We're 10 people,"

"I know, I took two," She says and counts herself instead, nodding when it's all there.

"Greedy," He mutters under his breath and she glares at him, "It's my money,"

"It's mY MonEy- Give me the basket," He makes fun of her and snatches the thing when she takes a million years to walk back to the counter with it on her arm. Bobby puts the thing in front of Samir who takes out a bag and gets to work, scanning one item at a time. "That'll be $21.89, please. Cash or card?" Samir looks up at them and Bobby looks at her, "Cash, just give me a minute," She says, opening her bag and digging in, looking for her wallet, when nothing happens in that 20 seconds of her looking inside her bag, Bobby huffs and she finally looks up, "I can't find my wallet! I must've left it in Jack's room!"

"Oh, really? That's okay, we can come back tomorrow," Bobby coos, sarcastic.

"I'm serious, Bobby, I really left it at home," She looks at him with big shiny eyes and his heart does that thing that's called, uhhh, guilt?

He sighs, shoving his hand in his pocket and taking out his wallet, "How much, Samir?"

"$21.89,"

"I'm sorry, Bobby," She whispers as he nods, handing Samir notes and taking back his change.

"It's funny," He takes his receipt and the bag, turning around, "Jack does the exact same thing,"

"What?"

"Bye Bobby, Bye Curly!" Samir calls after them.

"See ya!" Bobby raises his hand and steps outside in the sun. Curly still looks a little guilty, biting her lower lip and clutching her bag with both hands. Bobby looks at her, "Jack comes out with us and always forgets his wallet, but he doesn't just say it, no," He laughs, Jack's stupid face forming in his head clear as day. "He has to act it out, he looks for his wallet, flips his pockets inside out and does that thing where he looks like he's a sad kicked puppy,"

Curly listens, the two standing in front of the shop as a bunch of rowdy kids pass by on their bikes and scooters.

"The both of you, sneaky bastards," He points at her and squints his eyes and she pouts, "But I didn't mean to!"

"I believe you," He doesn't.

Bobby turns around and starts walking back home, "I'll pay you back, I swear!"

The eldest Mercer ignores her and she huffs, running to his side and shoving her hand in the bag. He frowns when she takes out her ice cream, vanilla flavoured, coated in chocolate milk and bits of crunchy almonds. She rips the packaging open, and shoves it back inside the bag, licking her lower lip before taking a bite, the chocolate cracking open to reveal the sweet vanilla flavoured centre.

Curly happily hums by his side, now skipping and chewing on her treat. She then turns to Booby, "Want a bite?"

He's about to decline when he remembers that $21.89 and covers her hand in his, leaning forward and taking the biggest bite ever. Curly screams, scandalised as Bobby tries to chew half of the ice cream in his mouth, too cold and too much at the same time. But he was petty, so he chewed fast and hard while his tongue slowly became numb at the cold.

"What the hell? What are you?! A Camel????" Curly squeals and he snorts, bits of spit flying everywhere and he almost chokes as he tries to swallow, a hand over his mouth, when he swallows half of his mouthful he glares at her, "Shut the fuck up,"

When Curly sees his watering eyes, the bits of vanilla ice cream on the corner of his mouth and full cheeks, she starts to laugh, loudly. Hand on her heart and head thrown back as Bobby struggles to swallow flipping Antarctica.

The whole way back home Curly is giggling and Bobby is coughing. At some point he starts to laugh too, threatening to kick her ass if she tells anyone what happened and Curly sticks out her tongue.

As soon as they open the door and get inside, Curly calls out, "WHO WANTS ICE-CREAM?"

Daniela and Amelia come running first, shouting ice-cream and jumping up and down. They rush to Bobby as he's the one holding the bag. He's grinning, holding the plastic bag above his head, "Alright, calm down," He laughs and makes the girls calm down before he gives them theirs. They jump in excitement, their braids and colourful beads swinging in all directions, "Thank you, uncle Bobby!"

"You're welcome," He chuckles, patting their little heads as they run off.

Evelyn comes in next, smiling at them, "Did you two go get ice-cream for everyone?"

"Yes," Curly nods, and Evelyn pinches her cheek, "How nice of you!"

"I paid!" Bobby adds and Evelyn laughs as she takes her ice cream from his hand, "Of course you did, thank you, Bobby," She grabs his hand and pulls him down so she can plant a kiss to his cheek. He smiles, looking down, trying to act cool, "It's okay, Ma,"

Curly watches him as he walks around his mum and goes straight to the kitchen, hollering for Angel and Jerry to come get theirs.

Jack comes down the stairs, jumping when he gets to the last bottom three steps and engulfs his girlfriend in a big hug. Evelyn shakes her head fondly and goes to the kitchen after Bobby, opening her treat in the way. "Did you go out with Bobby?" Jack asks and she nods, "Yeah, I wanted to buy ice-cream for everyone but I forgot my wallet in your room so Bobby paid,"

"He did?" Jack raised a brow.

"Yeah, and he ate half of my ice cream in one bite and almost choked on the side-walk!" She complained, waving the little wooden stick in the air. Jack laughed and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the living room where everyone was, "Is it true, Bobby? Did you almost choke to death after eating ice-cream?"

Bobby immediately whipped his head at Curly, glaring, "You snitch!"

"You should've seen his face! His eyes watered and he turned red!" Curly said, hiding behind Jack's shoulder, still holding his hand as he laughed loudly, Angel joining in and Jerry giving his brother the side-eye. "Aw, Bobby," Angel started, Sofi next to him on the sofa, one leg over his thigh as she enjoyed her pink lemonade Magnum. "Gag reflex too strong?" Angel cooed, making Bobby glare at him.

"Gag reflex? My-" Bobby started, and as soon as he pointed at Jack, him and his girlfriend pounced, not giving him a chance to finish his sentence as they jumped him. They got him on both sides, Jack with his hands wrapped around his throat and Curly around his arm, pulling him down so he'd lose his balance and fall over.

Bobby wheezed, "Let go!"

"Bite his ass, Curly!" Sofi cheered on and Angel cackled when Curly looked up at Bobby, deviously smiling, flashing her pretty white teeth at him and slowly opening her mouth, her breath fanning over his naked bicep.

"Oh, hell nah-" Bobby grunted and managed to wrestle both Jack and Curly off, wrapping his arms around them both and throwing them on the sofa, the two screaming and bouncing off the sofa on impact, landing on the floor instead. "Ouch, you dick!" Curly whined, rubbing her hip as Jack panted by her side, laying on the floor on his back.

Bobby ignored the two, taking out his own ice cream and sitting on the couch, crossing his feet over the coffee table and immediately taking them off when Evelyn came in.

"What are you two doing on the floor?" She asked, sitting down next to Bobby.

"Yoga," Curly answered, lifting herself off the ground when Jack grabbed her hand, "What did you get me?"

"Oh, Cookies & Cream," She said, holding his hand with both hands and pulling him off the floor. When he got to his feet, he planted a kiss on the side of her head and grabbed his from the bag on the coffee table, then sat on the floor, in front of the TV. Curly joined him, crossing her legs and watching the football game going on. She wasn't necessarily into football, but just sitting next to Jack, their legs and thighs touching, with his family surrounding them, made her heart slow down and mind quieten. It was nice, mundane, domestic. And when she started to zone out, Jack leaned close and whispered, "Thank you,"

"You're welcome," She smiled and turned her head to look at him, grinning. It's then that Bobby groans and tells them not to smooch in front of his salad and go upstairs. Jack snatches the little wooden stick from her hand and chucks it at Bobby's head, everyone laughing when Bobby throws his hands in the air, "What the hell?"

[creedslove]

ROSE BLISS 🌹

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel comes up with the name of your baby, as he is really enjoying fatherhood again

(this is a sequence of the BLISS series which I said it wasn't a series, but it is really. The previous parts are featured on my MASTERLIST but it could also be read as a one shot)

Warnings: there isn't anything, just fluff, like a lot of fluff, maybe soft!Joel, ooc!character, mom!reader

A/N: I just needed some fluff, I watched TLOU this weekend and I needed Joel to be happy 🥺

1.5k words

The baby Miller's name was chosen by Joel.

He decided to name his daughter Rose Sarah Miller.

It was the beginning of spring, Rosie was a couple of weeks old and you two hadn't settled on a name yet, which didn't even seem so necessary for Joel, as he would spend his days staring at his beautiful baby, always calling her princess, sweetheart, love… anything that comes from the bottom of his heart. He had taken her for one of their afternoon walks, which consisted in Joel proudly holding her into his arms, rocking her softly as he walked around the block or around the backyard, he just loved to carry and hold her at any possible opportunity. "Are you tired, darling? Do you need to shower now? Would you like to rest? I'll handle her" he would tell you with a stupid, lovely grin.

As he walked down the street, he paid attention to one of the neighbors' garden. The flowers were finally blossoming and even if Joel wasn't much of a plant guy, he thought they were pretty. Well, everything was pretty to him now that he was the happiest motherfucker in the world.

He stopped by the different bushes of flowers and cooed at his daughter, talking to her as much as he could, as he hoped she would recognize his voice and would enjoy it.

He told her all about the flowers he saw, the colors, the shapes but the moment he mentioned the roses, she opened her little eyes. Eyes like his and that always brought a new wave of pride into his heart. She whimpered softly and closed them again, nuzzling his chest and calming down.

"Do you like roses?" He cooed, kissing her soft head, an idea creeping up his mind "do you like roses, princess? You certainly smell like one… even better than one… do you wanna be daddy's rose?" He nuzzled her soft skin and earned a cute yawn from her.

Joel's heart melted at her answer. She was her daddy's Rose.

He rushed home, crazy to see you and tell you the news. Well, actually see if you approved the idea, but he had a gut feeling you would, after all he knew you also loved roses and now you had the most beautiful one in the garden.

You had given birth two weeks before and though Joel helped you with absolutely everything concerning the baby, he couldn't help you with how sore your body was and how you still got extremely tired during the day. You had just finished baking a pie, enjoying the energy peak you felt and smiled as he walked in with your daughter in his arms. You thought maybe she could be hungry or in need of a diaper change, but she was peacefully asleep.

Joel however, was even kind of flushed. He didn't know what happened to himself, he wasn't like that, he didn't behave like an excited teenage girl, but ever since his little miracle was born, he couldn't help but just felt hope, excitement, joy at all times. Life was good again because he had a daughter and a future wife… Well, maybe, he hadn't really gotten there yet.

But god, he wanted to make you his wife whenever he looked at you and remembered how much he loved you. How you helped him see he was worth of love, he was worth of you and the happiness you'd given him. He was so thankful to you because you were his everything, his second chance in life, and the way your eyes sparkled when you mentioned the name he thought for your baby, made him think again of making you his wife.

He had his Rose Miller and both him and his beautiful flower needed a Mrs.Miller in life.

Joel's explanation to why he decided to name your daughter Rose was quite funny, you highly doubt a two week old baby would have a say on it, but if your handsome and over the moon boyfriend said so, you could just agree with him. You could barely contain the joy to see how much he loved you and your baby, it was so beautiful, such a heartfelt experience and sometimes, you couldn't help but chuckle at it. You were also in love with your daughter, but Joel… it was something else. You could tell his whole world was that tiny little newborn and for someone who had met him before, the way you did, the things you witnessed him doing in order to protect you and survive, it didn't even seem it was the same guy. He was just different… he was happier. He was still jealous and protective of you and of your baby. He very often stood next to you like a watchdog, always making sure you were assisted, comfortable and okay. And God forbid if anyone wanted to visit you and the baby.

It's not that Joel didn't appreciate visitors, but yeah, he didn't appreciate visitors. He didn't like a lot of people he didn't know or had exchanged a couple of words with invading your house, giving you advice you didn't request and he especially hated when they wanted to hold his daughter.

She was his, and well, yours too, of course. But if she wasn't in her mommy's arms, then she should only be in her daddy's arms.

You tried telling him it was okay, he shouldn't be so territorial over her. But you knew saying that to Joel had the same effect as if you had said that to the walls of the house.

And Rosie spent her days in her daddy's arms. It was just her favorite place in the world, it was where she cried and calmed down, she fussed and fell asleep. That tiny little thing was a puddle of love for her daddy and you couldn't blame her, Joel was an amazing father, he was so caring and she corresponded just the same.

You were quite surprised he was so forward in wanting her to take Sarah's name too, you had actually thought of it multiple times during your pregnancy but didn't bring it up as you weren't sure if he would be okay with it or not.

But you liked it. It suited your sweet Rose and you knew it also brought love and peace to Joel's heart.

You finished cutting your pie in slices, knowing Tommy and Maria would swing by with their little Flora later that night, it would be only fair if you served them some sweet dessert, after all the help the woman provided you and Joel with. They'd been so nice to you, so patient and Maria helped you just as much as you helped her when Flora was born, and you were just thankful to have a friend while you went through that situation. As much as Joel was nothing but amazing with you, he was still a man, and had no idea how things changed for you.

You saw how silent the house was, Joel had returned from his afternoon walk and you both had agreed on naming your baby Rose, so you figured he was probably resting.

You silently went upstairs, not wanting to disturb your baby nor your man, in case they were asleep, but you found Joel wide awake, he lay in bed on his side, watching as Rosie slept peacefully right next to him.

His hands stroked her back so gently as he took in every single feature of your daughter, admiring her and still having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact she was so perfect and his.

You smiled at yourself and quickly joined him in bed, wrapping your arm around his body as you were the big spoon even if Joel was bigger than you.

You stoked his chest and down his belly, as you rested your chin on his shoulder and watched your beautiful girl.

"She's gorgeous… she looks a lot like you" he said in his low voice "and she has a lot of Sarah too" he swallowed, during the whole time you've known Joel and then later on dated him, he only brought up his late daughter a few times. You never pressured him about it.

You took only the information he wanted to give you.

"I bet she was gorgeous… just like our princess is gonna be one day" you said and kissed his neck softly and watched as Joel closed his eyes and groaned in approval.

"She was, and she was smart too, the smartest girl I've ever met, and our Rosie will be like her too, I'm sure of it" he traced his daughter's tiny face with the tip of his finger and smiled tiredly. Joel hadn't been getting a lot of sleep either as the two of you alternated between taking care of Rosie when she woke up at night.

"I love you Joel, and I love our Rose too"

"I love you Y/N, I love our baby and our family and maybe one day I would like to make you my wife…"

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A/N: I love Joel and I want him to be happy forever 😭😭😭😭

[faulty-writes]

Can I have some iida fluff please (flowers for you because you’re the best iida writer 🌺🌸💐🌹🌷🌼)

[ Hello, thank you so much. I try to write him to the best of my ability, he's my favorite baby. *Takes flowers* Okay, so you can't tell me to write Iida fluff in October and expect me not to write something Halloween-related. So enjoy my stupid little pumpkin-themed Iida-based story! ]

Tenya wasn't known for engaging in messy activities, except for hero training. It wasn't that he was opposed to the activities that frequented the All Hallows Eve season. He merely assumed that you knew you were too old for certain activities such as pumpkin carving.

Your constant persistence led him to agree to take part in it, however, and to begin carving pumpkins. You must select them first. There was crispness in the air, and his hand felt warm as it cradled yours. Much like you, he wore a light sweater and scarf.

You believed that it didn't matter which pumpkin you picked, unlike Tenya who carefully examined every one in the patch. "Does this one look okay?" You asked, letting go of his hand to pick up it up and he was quick to follow you. "Hm..." He grasped his chin and observed the pumpkin you held.

"I'm not quite certain if this is the ideal one," he replied making you sigh. "Come on Tenya!" You whined, nearly dropping the pumpkin but he grabbed it quickly. "Please be more careful. I do not wish for this particular pumpkin to receive any damage nor break," he said, returning it to its original location.

You pouted, "Why are you so obsessed with getting the perfect set of pumpkins?" The question may sound silly given that you knew Tenya better than anyone, and you could confirm that he was a perfectionist in a sense.

After ensuring the pumpkin was perfectly placed, he leaned up, pushing his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. "I believe if you wish to engage in the activity of pumpkin carving, the pumpkins we choose must be ideal," he replied before clearing his throat and holding out his hand.

"Let us continue to look," you pouted, somewhat wishing that he'd just let you pick out the pumpkins and be done with it already. Once again, you took his hand and resumed walking through the pumpkin patch. You considered it a miracle when he finally managed to select pumpkins that he thought were worthy of carving.

Once the two of you returned to your dorm, he set up the kitchen area to carve said pumpkins. "There we are," he stated, wiping his brow as he looked at the kitchen counter. The table was covered with two tablecloths and pumpkin carving tools were arranged as if they were surgical instruments in a hospital.

Turning to you, he smiled proudly, obviously pleased with his work. "Pardon my reach," he said, and before you could raise an eyebrow, he shoved something over your head. "What the!?" You replied, looking down. "Please do not raise your voice inside the dormitory building," he naturally replied.

"Furthermore, I believe it was imperative to wear protection while carving the pumpkins," he stated, putting on his apron. "Do you require assistance tying yours?" he asked, easily reaching behind himself, and tying his. Despite your desire to glare at him, you shook your head instead.

"Not at all," you replied before attempting to tie it but found yourself struggling. You grunted, and brought your arms forward, cracking your knuckles before reaching behind yourself and once again tried to tie your apron, but once again you failed.

"Come on…" you muttered. A smile spread across Tenya's face as you sighed. "Would you like assistance?" he asked again, making you glare at him. "…yes," was your reply, and he tried not to laugh, since he believed that was rude.

As he walked behind you, he grabbed the strings you were struggling with and wrapped them around your waist once. "Is that adequate for you or do you wish for more space to breathe?" he asked. "It's fine," you replied, and he proceeded to tie your apron in the back after hearing your confirmation.

"Now, shall we begin the pumpkin carving?" He asked. "Mmm," you mumbled in response. "Wonderful, please ensure that you place the selected tools back where they were aligned on the table after you have finished using them," he stated. "Seriously?" You replied, and Tenya stiffened.

"Yes, it's rather appropriate and imperative that an activity such as pumpkin carving remains organized," he cleared his throat. "I also took the liberty of placing a first aid kit nearby in the unlikely event one of us receives an injury during this activity," he explained.

The way he thought of everything was just like him, and you couldn't help but smile. "Right," you said before grabbing the knife and proceeding to gut your pumpkin. It was no surprise to find Tenya intently focused on his pumpkin and carefully scooping out its insides.

"Hm…" after cutting an opening at the top of yours and scooping out a spoonful or two of its guts, you found yourself staring at Tenya, your mind swirling with a devilishly delicious idea. With a smile you put down your scooper and then discreetly scooped up a handful of gooey pumpkin innards with your hand.

Indifferent to what was about to happen, he continued to scoop out his pumpkin. Each time he scooped; he looked inside as if to determine how much was left. Your grin spread out to a full-on smirk and your hand moved.

When the sticky mass of orange and seeds hit the side of his face, he stumbled back in surprise. After regaining his balance, he glared at you and his face was tinged with anger. He lifted his hand and began chopping it through the air.

"Kindly explain why you felt the need to not only create a mess but to project such an unjust action toward me!?" he demanded, his voice a little louder and frantic. You responded by laughing and pointing at him. "Y-you should have seen your face, hah hah!"

The more you laughed, the more Tenya became irritated. He greatly disliked anyone laughing at him. It was admittedly a hit to his pride and despite his attempts to maintain a professional and academic attitude, a rare and rather mischievous event occurred at this point.

During your laughter, he glanced at his pumpkin and then at the bowl with fibrous strands and seeds, or "pumpkin brains" as some called them. A teachable lesson would be to replicate the antics you had inflicted on him. With that in mind, he gathered an acceptable amount of pumpkin brains using his scooper.

When your laughter finally subsided, he made his move. Much like him, you stumbled back in surprise when the sticky orange substance landed on you, completely unaware that you were about to hit the opposite wall of the kitchen.

While some might look at this scene with amusement, Tenya unfortunately couldn't because his inner hero called him to save you, or rather prevent you from getting hurt due to his actions. After hearing his engines roaring, he appeared behind you in a matter of seconds.

You collided with him, causing him to stumble into the wall and grunt. Clenching his jaw, he forced his engines back into his calves. Your hands instinctively reached up, grasping the arms that were now tightly encircling you.

A shiver coursed down your spine as his panting filled the air and you felt his hot breath against the crook of your neck. Your heart pounded as you turned to see that his glasses were no longer on his face and his eyes, those beautiful red eyes were locked on yours.

As the heat spread through your cheeks, you snapped your head forward. "That was a rotten thing to do," you said after a few seconds, trying to hide your embarrassment and the fact that his arms were still around you.

"Yes, perhaps you've learned that was quite an immature tactic to perform," he replied, and his deep voice in your ear made you shiver. "W-well I…" you huffed, your eyes shifting back and forth rapidly as you tried to think of a comeback.

"I didn't e-expect you to do something like that in return! A-aren't you supposed to be the mature one!?" You frantically stated, but Tenya remained unphased and leaned back, dropping his arms. "Yes, I apologize," he said, making you turn around to face him.

"W-what?" you replied. "Why are you apologizing?" After all, hadn't he just said you were the one that started this…whatever this was? He looked at you, puzzled by your question. "I believe I misinterpreted the result of my actions in my attempt to teach you a lesson," he explained.

"Huh?" You tilted your head to the side. "My actions," he said, touching his chest. "They could have resulted in injury. I do not wish to harm you in any manner, even if in the event of attempting to teach you a lesson," he hoped he was being clearer, but that puzzled expression remained on your face.

"Uh...right," you replied as you glanced away. Then you looked around the kitchen, then at your pumpkins. "Should we finish?" you asked, and Tenya nodded. It was awkwardly silent for the rest of the pumpkin carving session, and when you thought about what you had done, you were embarrassed.

However, being who you were, you were unlikely to apologize to him in return. Instead, you finished your pumpkin and helped Tenya clean up the kitchen. Then, you two took your pumpkins outside and placed them on the top step of the student dorm building.

For safety reasons, Tenya placed them on the left and right sides of the top step. "I believe these candles are the most appropriate for our pumpkins," he said, briefly showing you the small tea light candles, he had which he proceeded to place inside each pumpkin.

The thought that he was too serious came to mind as he instructed you to stand back while he lit said candles. However, you had to admit that the pumpkins looked really cool. The luminous orange-yellow hue gleamed in the shadows and showed off the triangular-shaped eyes and jagged mouths you and he had created.

Despite the chilly October air, your smile couldn't be contained when Tenya stood next to you with an equally happy expression. Perhaps he was pleased with your "pumpkin creations." Still, you couldn't help but step closer to him.

There was a moment of silence, apart from the soft crackle of candle wicks and the distant cries of insects. Then you made your move, and slowly reached for his hand, causing him to jolt. "Hm?" He looked at you, knitting his eyebrows together.

The air was filled with tension, and even Tenya was nervous when your fingers slipped between his. "They sure look beautiful, huh?" you commented, catching him by surprise. He quickly turned away, feeling a strange heat course through his cheeks, and cleared his throat.

"Y-yes, it's quite astonishing to see the labors of our creation for All Hallows Eve," he agreed, making you look at him with a raised eyebrow. "All Hallows Eve?" you asked with a snicker. "Pardon, but do you protest the use of such a phrase?" he asked, looking at you defensively.

You shook your head, trying to silence your snickers. "That's just so like you to refer to Halloween that way," you pointed out before smiling at him and leaning onto your tippy toes. "Hm?" He widened his eyes and wondered what you were doing.

It was understandable that his defenses would be heightened following the earlier incident. As soon as your lips touched his cheek, he realized what you were doing. In disbelief, he cupped said cheek, his face now darkening into a luscious red.

"It's hard for me not to kiss you in front of the Jack-O-Lanterns," you teased before walking to the front door. You reached for the doorknob and peered at him from over your shoulder. His expression was shock and confusion and it made you smile.

"I'm going to tell the others we made Jack-O-Lanterns," you said. "Don't wait up," you teased walking inside and shutting the door behind you. Tenya remained standing there and slowly lowered his hand from his cheek, the skin of which still tingled because of your kiss.

It was evident that you were a rather...impulsive individual. Perhaps he would have to discuss personal space and public displays of affection with you. But he couldn't shake the feeling of knots in his stomach. Perhaps your small token of affection stirred something inside him.

While he did not regard All Hallows Eve as romantic in any way, perhaps he could return the kiss to you when the time came. "Hm..." he clasped his chin, tapping his finger against it a few times. Yes, when the moment was right. As he thought about this, he walked up the stairs to the front door.

You already stated that you were going to tell everyone that the two of you made Jack-O-Lanterns which meant he would have to ensure everyone knew the rules regarding them. Oh yes, his duties as the class president never ended, not even during the holiday season.

[tommyshelby87]

Happy Valentine’s Day to my sweet baby boys Neil and Jonathan! I wanna know what plans you have for me (other than going to watch the new Captain America movie today with Neil of course).

And happy Valentine’s Day to you writer, hope the boys are treating you like the queen you are 🍫🌹🎁💋💋

Jonathan: I am not watching that dribble with Neil. If he wants, he can join me for a watch of Noch Einen Stuhl, a delightful story of a 19th-century Austrian family as told from the point of view of an old fireside armchair. Other than that, I plan to work on my concoctions and perhaps get an early dinner. You may join me, of course. Dont mind the bitter taste of the wine...

Neil: Okay, Nog Einen Stuhl is bullshit, but maybe I'll watch it just so I can brag that I saw it. Other than that definitely seeing Captain America with you, making some mac and cheese and fondle you until you cum.

Writer: I had a lovely day, anon, thank you! The boys all behaved, it was like a Christmas miracle!

[wistsandmagic]

Hullo!! 🌹 and 🌻 for Soc? And 💫 for you? :D

Hiii! *waves* Thanks for the muse ask! THIS GOT LONG IT'S UNDER A READMORE!

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them? Oooh that's honestly actually very, very easy. Soc is most at home wherever his big brothers are. Usually that means in the house at Knossos with Tex, since Tex is his legal guardian, but sometimes that means in the Capital with Rel -- another of his big brothers! -- and Circe, Rel's wife! He's close to home when his kids are babysitting him for the weekend, but he's MOST at home with his big brothers, since they are the ones he was separated from for so very very long. Soc was born in University Hospital in the Capital, and then transferred to Greystone House when he was 10 years old (the equivalent of about 3 months old for him) where he stayed until he got put into the foster system. He has ZERO memory of this, and the Capital was home for a very long time because it is where he and his brothers lived. Now it's only home some of the time, whenever he's staying with Rel. No shade to Rel or Odin, buuuut if it comes down to it, wherever Tex is is where Soc is most at home. Soc bonded to Tex when he was even smaller than he is now and Tex is his. He's...ah...a little clingy. The autistic-toddler separation anxiety is REAL sometimes, but if big brother Tex is there it is eventually okay again. Which means, really, that 'home' just means his family. He's safe there, and with so much of his life spent being so very not safe that it's a Very Large miracle that he's still alive? Yeah, that's kind of a big deal.

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them? Soc. Loves. Kitties. Any cat he sees he wants to touch, any person he sees that has something cat-related on them and he gets so excited that he starts stimming -- which sometimes causes seizures, but we try to prevent that -- and squealing like any 2 year old would at seeing something they adore. It makes him very happy to see cats, in any form. He also does other babies the exact same way. He loves babies and 'anna hodda babieee' in his words. XD

He also loves purple and sparkly things and there is almost nothing more magical than seeing purple flowers or a pretty sparkly rock that he can touch.

Also. Honestly. Probably the thing that makes the world the brightest for him is being picked up by a family member and cuddled. Even when he's in immense amounts of pain or is so overstimulated that he's having a meltdown, being cuddled is a sure-fire way to make things a little more okay. Just the reassurance that he's loved and he's wanted, and they're not going to go away and leave him alone again.

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

Not gonna lie, I love the fact that Soc is an autistic toddler with the hyperintelligence of an adult astrophysicist, even if he leans more into the mechanical engineering thing than anything else. He is the equivalent of TWO and holds some 70 patents for inventions -- including a bio-computer system that the Kaberonian military uses -- and NOBODY BELIEVES HE IS A TODDLER.

At least until they hear him speak. It's kind of hard to deny he's a two year old when his speech is mostly baby babble. He's much more fluent with sign language, but he's a baby. He's still in diapers and goes to daycare, for pity's sake. XD

[scalpelandrose]

Affirming a Little Miracle

A/N: Whenever health is at a low, my inner Victorian writing motivation comes out 😂 I thought to finish this piece I started at the dentist's yesterday, as I was feeling a little sentimental about the period where Ross was born in my self-ship story. Oh! and an advance thank you to those who read this! ❤️🌹

WC: 1,408 Warnings: Baby, children, mentions of pregnancy/postpartum

Phytoplankton make the twinkling twilight that trickled into the Polar Tang’s portholes, in place of holiday lights that many enjoyed ashore. New Years was a few days away and a good number of Hearts opted to stay up into the late hours preparing for celebrations and brainstorming resolutions that may or may not be successfully fulfilled. However, they were mindful to keep the clamor and ruckus to a minimum, knowing that their captain and strategist were resting from another day of caring for their week-old infant.

“Ross grabbed my finger today. I think that means I’m his favorite uncle!” Shachi proudly declared, unaware that the smug sparkles surrounding him were visible to the crewmates.

Ikkaku lightly scoffed, “You kept poking his cheek, so that was probably his way of telling his ‘favorite uncle’ to stop bothering him.”

“Hey, now listen here—”

“Didn’t Ross immediately let go after seeing Captain enter the room and started fussing to be picked up? It’s like he wanted his dad to get away,” Penguin snickered.

“Not you too…” Shachi scowled, before Bepo brought a finger to his lips in a chiding gesture.

“Shhhh! You’ll wake them, guys!”

Unbeknownst to them, their captain was well awake in his quarters, but for a different reason.

An urge akin to a child needing to go back into the cookie jar for seconds, roused Law from sleep to look at his new baby. A smile crosses the surgeon’s features beholding his newborn son sleeping soundly in the little bassinet saturated in pure undisturbed innocence. Law quietly gasped and the world stood still when the babe cooed from the depths of bonny dreams his mother weaved for him. Nothing was sufficient to describe the overwhelming love washing over him in continuous waves looking at his small son, and in that moment, he thought of Cora-san and wondered if this feeling was the ‘love,’ that drove him to save Law as a child years ago, despite all odds. It must surely have been that same feeling, if not further amplified, because when he reached down to wipe a little drool from the corner of his son’s mouth and looked at the woman who began shifting in their bed at the absence of his warmth, he knew that he’d give anything and everything to protect what he had. 

“Mein schatz…are you having trouble sleeping?” Michelle groggily props herself on her elbows. Her expression changed from concern to delight, seeing Law kneeling beside Ross, like a sentinel…or a father who couldn’t get enough of his child. 

“No, not at all,” he whispers, returning to their bed with a kiss to the heart of her palm, “It might sound crazy, but I was making sure this family…our family wasn’t just a dream.”

A content sigh escapes Michelle, accompanying her fingers that tenderly traced her husband’s features in the darkness. “Only the mad can make miracles happen…and we’re both a little on that scale,” she laughs in quiet confidence as to not wake their baby, “I can confirm as the Dream Reaver that this isn’t a dream and that Ross’ cuteness isn’t either.” 

Busted. But maybe it wasn’t a surprise, since the couple spent the past week doting on their newborn and using any opportunity to get a glance of Ross and his chubby alabaster cheeks. The baby took after his father in terms of looks, save for the beauty mark under his left eye, but the spirit of wonder that colored his eyes whenever he’d glance around the world in piqued curiosity was characteristic of his mother.

“Good to have your confirmation,” Law lightly grins, settling himself under the blankets to wrap his arms around his wife from behind, “Funny that the Dream Reaver stole a dream I buried deep inside of me and yanked it into reality.”

“I don’t only look into dreams to conjure nightmares, you know. Remember, you gave me permission to explore your mind, so it wasn’t a violent yank,” she hums, causing him to bury his face into her shoulder to contain a laughter welling in his chest.

“How could I forget?” Law remarks in bemused sarcasm, before pondering a question he had for some time, “Did you anticipate being the one to bring what you saw in me into reality?”

The investigator opened her mouth, then closed it, wishing to find the right words and mode of expression to her husband’s question. She looked into an undefined indigo space, softly smiling when she heard her son yawn, before her feelings put themselves in line for her to express.

“At first…I observed people’s dreams strictly as a watcher. I never thought that I’d directly play a part in being someone’s dream. Until I grew close to you,” Michelle whispers with vulnerable honesty, reflecting Law in her eyes, “Before I knew it, despite trying to not to get my hopes up, I wanted to be a part of your life and I will always be thankful that you let me in.”

The luminescence of the deep outside the submarine intensified in both variety and color, being further submerged, but the couple could only focus on how the gentle light illuminated their slumbering baby.

“I should be telling you that, Mi Xao…for trusting me and loving me for us to get to this point,” the surgeon murmurs, entwining their fingers together that laid outstretched towards the bassinet. Faint music, most likely from the crew experimenting with a playlist for New Years, began reaching their room and something about the peaceful stillness made Law beckon Michelle to turn her head to face him, so he could kiss her. It was gentle and it was tender, as if whatever gratitude they could not express was dropped in every peck and cherished caress.

“Law…you are going to make me selfish for you, if you keep spoiling me like this throughout my postpartum stages. I want to set a good example for our baby,” Michelle jokes in between meeting her lips with his. 

Law only sighed and continued his affectionate assault on his wife’s lips, before moving his barrages around her face, “It’s my recommendation, as your doctor, that you spend as much time with me as possible, so you can fully recover. You don’t have to feel guilty about being selfish, anyways. I’d rather you be more selfish when it comes to us, because I won’t let you or Ross go for anything. It’s always been you and has to be you.”

A long breath escapes Michelle, as the cathartic joy of her husband’s words and caresses penetrated and warmed her heart. Turning in Law’s embrace so she could face him, the investigator wrapped her slender arms around his neck and whispered a piece of her wedding vows into his ear, “It will never be anyone else, but you, that I entrust my life and heart to,” which instinctively moved him strengthened his grip on her hand. 

Somewhere between touches of affirmation and whispered conversations, the pair fell asleep again, until Ross began to fuss a little before dawn, feeling quite hungry for his mother’s milk, which Michelle was more than glad to oblige, despite a little grogginess. Thankfully, Law made sure to prepare their room with baby items and have a towel on hand, so after Ross finished feeding, he immediately picked the infant up to burp him, so he wouldn’t have any pain or discomfort in his stomach later on.

Michelle giggled hearing the little ‘urp,’ from her son and remarked to Law that it seemed that Ross didn’t so far adopt her old habit of throwing up while being burped, which made her husband sigh in relief, but told her not to jinx it.

Ross seemed to still be awake after feeding with a wish to cuddle with his parents, so Law and Michelle opted to have him lay with them, atop of his mother, with his father’s protective hand on the small of his back. 

“We make a good team don’t we?” the investigator smiled at her husband.

“We always have,” the surgeon grinned, with a peck to her nose.

Ross seemed to affirm that assertion with a little gurgle of his own, causing his parents to almost break from the sheer adorableness. So long as he was a content baby, he’d continue to agree with his parents, and fortunately, Law and Michelle did everything in their power to make sure that he was well taken care of.

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Tagging: @jazminetoad, @fireflykaizoku, @conchasweetheart, @undercoverweeeb 🌹

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hi Val, the phoenix empress! ❤️❤️🌹 This event you put together is amazing and I really love the list you came up with love (hopefully Marco helps checks off all your holiday list this year 😉). May I request a nice Law and the ‘miracle’ prompt with a fem!reader, perhaps maybe a Christmas miracle, such as welcoming a bundle of joy into their lives? Thank you so much in advance sweetheart, and take care! I appreciate you 🥺

Hello Michelle my love ♥️♥️ Aww thank you its time for everyone to get into the holiday spirit! Marco my lord and savior 🛐he was been so wonderful I can't express that enough. I appreciate him so much☺️♥️Yes of course I can do this for you 🥺♥️😊Awww thank you so much Michelle I truly appreciate you so much you are such an amazning person. I wish you and Law a happy holidays♥️

Law x Fem Reader: Christmas Miracle Nice

Few days shy from Christmas day  Law and you welcomed a life you both created into the world. He knew the middle to the end of December he had to be prepared for the baby's arrival. You were feeling contractions earlier in the week each day they were getting worse.  You tried to hold back the tears not wanting to freak Law out. But Law knew your contractions were hitting you in waves . They would be bad then disappear then come back. But as the pain became constant he knew it was time.  He prepared everything before you delivered the crew on standby knowing to help out asap. Knowing it was going to be the day he would get to meet his baby.He was hit with a lot of emotions all at once. He wouldn't let anyone know especially you when you were in so much pain. You were his top priority to make sure everything went well.

Hours passed as you pushed at times wanting to give up but Law telling you “you're doing great...I need you to calm down and push, the pain will only last for a few moments longer I promise _______.” you did as you were told trusting Laws words of encouragement. He was right all the pain you endured was worth it hearing the small cries from your son.

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Few hours before the stroke of twelve Law and you are unable to sleep. Skin to skin contact with the newborn was important. The baby rested on his chest as he laid down a light blanket on the newborn, the back of his hand gently stroking his son's cheek.   You couldn’t believe you were going to spend your first Christmas as a family. “You want to know something _____ ya.” he softly said.

“What is it?” saying in a whispered tone.

His head turned to you “This was my wish for christmas to spend it with you, the crew, and our son.”

“It was also my wish to Law.” both of you were able to say your family felt complete it was a true Christmas Miracle

Tagging: @undercoverweeeb @fireflykaizoku @athenaportgas

[monsieur-du-pompadour]

Deliverance

“Careful,” my mother says as she places my new cousin into my awaiting arms. “The head—watch her head.”

I gently cup a hand around the slumbering infant’s head. She jerks in her sleep at the contact, but soon settles.

For some reason, I begin to cry. I smile up at my mother. “She’s…so…tiny,” I whisper. My mother laughs, the sound tinkling around me. I look down again and gaze upon the child.

Annise Eliyah. The Lord has found favor with me. She was a miracle baby, my aunt says. Forty years old, there’s no way she should’ve been able to have a kid. Yet here she is. My aunt’s little miracle.

Annise smells good, I think, like Johnson & Johnson’s baby oil. Her hair is dark and curly, like her father’s. Her skin is pale, like her mothers. Her skin will darken, the nurses say. Mixed babies always start out very light. Soon she’ll look the part.

Dark skin or light, she’s very beautiful. Often newborns are ugly; they’re wrinkly and weird and squishy. Not Annise, however. Annise is perfect.

I hug her close to me as my mother begins attending to her post-birth sister. Annise’s father is away, on a business trip. He’s probably beating himself up right now, wishing he had said no, wishing he didn’t have to miss his own daughter’s birth. There’s no way he could’ve known, though. Annise is early, by two weeks. They thought he’d be fine. They thought he’d be back in time for the birth. That’s why my mother and I are here, we were the only relatives around that were able to bring her to the hospital. My grandmother is here too, but she’s in the bathroom.

Annise yawns and starts to fuss. A nurse swiftly sweeps her from my arms and for a minute, I am angry. For a minute I feel the same innate protective instinct I felt when my sister was born. Then she deposits Annise at my aunt’s breast and I am whisked from the room.

I sit in the corridor, alone, and try not to feel out of place. I can still feel Annise’s warmth, pressed tightly against my chest. She is perfect. A little miracle.

🌹 • 🌹 • 🌹

A box is placed into my arms, and it is cold. “A tragedy,” the nurse tells me. “Couldn’t be avoided.”

“Wasn’t anybody’s fault—”

“Couldn’t have been avoided—”

“Real shame—”

“We tried everything—”

“Couldn’t be avoided.”

Their words swirl around me in a cacophony of empty, meaningless noise. I hold the box close, feel the icy cold through my shirt, and my heart clenches.

Her name was Rose, I am told. 8 hours. She breathed for 8 hours, until she didn’t breathe anymore.

My throat closes around the sobs that I refuse to let escape as I strap the box into the back of my car. I sign the papers that confirm I have picked her up and bid the nurses farewell.

I can feel her behind me as I make the long journey home. She endures the ride quietly, patiently, perhaps the quietest baby to ever be strapped into the back of a car for a four-hour road trip. I don’t listen to music. I don’t want to disturb her. I make that long, lonely drive home in silence and I try not to cry.

🌹 • 🌹 • 🌹

The funeral is small, quiet. I stand guard at the back of the room, the silent sentinel dressed in black. My boss’s wife approaches with Rose’s mother and introduces us. The woman is staunch, unwavering, not at all what you would expect of a young mother who has just lost her first and only baby. She is young, maybe two years my senior, but already she looks so wizened.

She gives me a hug and thanks me for bringing her daughter home when she was unable to. She tells me she had wanted to bring Rose home herself, but after the complications of the birth, she wasn’t in any shape to pick her up. I smile and tell her “Any time,” then backpedal in horror at what I have just said. I am glad my boss’s wife has left by now.

She laughs sadly and says, “Hopefully this will be the only time.”

“Absolutely,” I agree. My face is burning red.

She says goodbye and joins her family at the front of the chapel. Her husband, Rose’s father, is sitting alone in a pew, his head bowed in silent weeping. I watch as she sits next to him. She places a hand on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around her. They hold each other tightly, desperately clinging onto one another for support.

The service is short. There are no memories to be shared; only three people in this room ever met her: Mom, Dad, and Grandma. The bishop shares some words, some passages of scripture. This is not the end; they will have the chance to be a family again, in the next life. The words are simple, cliché even, but they inspire a feeling of distant hope that settles over the small congregation.

As we lower baby Rose into her grave, the nurse’s voice echoes in my mind. 8 hours. 8 hours she spent with her family. How many breaths did she draw into her frail, tiny body in those 8 hours? How many of those hours were spent in her mother’s arms? How many times were her parents able to tell her they loved her in those 8 hours?

I want to say something. I want to give a final word to a tiny soul that gave everything she had to an uncaring world.

I can’t think of anything to say.

I give her a nod, and then we leave. The city will fill in her grave; for now, I rest in the knowledge that she’s enjoying her last bits of sunlight.

[creedslove]

🌹Anon here! Sadly things with my step sister hasn't gotten any better, she has blocked my step Dad and everyone on his side, so we cannot contact her whatsover. It has been really difficult to navigate, she is only 11, and we can only pray she comes back to us eventually. Sob story aside, could I get some sweet Dave fluff? Him just being a great dad to his newborn baby. A mercernary with a newborn just making pancakes shirtless while carring the baby in one of those fabric wrap slings. Please and thank you ♥️

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: hi my darling 🌹 anon, it's good seeing you here, although the news aren't the best! I'm so sad to know your step dad's and his daughter's situation isn't great that way! It really sucks, she's so young she doesn't even have a clue about how devastating her behavior towards him is, but hopefully things will work out! I hope they can settle things down and work on their father-daughter relationship properly! I'll be rooting for them, and keep us updated whenever you can, alright?! Love you!

• when you woke up, the first thing was to look for Dave on his side of the bed, but it was empty and cold, meaning he had been up for a while; you checked on the clock and of course he's been up for ages, he still follows his military old habits, so you decided to get up

• but before doing anything else, you went over to your baby's room, wanting to check on little Davie, the little miracle that come over to give Dave's life a new meaning, along with you, and of course he couldn't pass up the opportunity to name his baby boy after himself when you offered it, and from that day on, you had your Dave, soon-to-be husband, and your sweet little Davie

• but Davie wasn't really in his crib, so you paid attention to your surroundings and of course you could hear soft giggles and a delicious smell of pancakes coming from downstairs, so you took the opportunity to freshen up in the bathroom and take some time to wake up before going to your family

• and once you got to the kitchen, of course you found Dave still shirtless, messy bed hair, working on his pancakes as Davie watched everything curiously from his comfortable carrier sling that made him look like the cutest kangaroo baby you'd ever seen

• Davie cooed and giggled, amazed at what his daddy was doing, he didn't actually understand, but he liked the sound of it and once you got closer and greeted your boys, you were welcomed by the sweetest smile you'd ever seen

"here honey, let me handle him, so you can make your pancakes"

• you offered carefully, knowing Dave was handy but still worried to have his son so close to the stove, you quickly helped him untangle your baby from the sling and held him into his arms

"are you hungry for daddy's pancakes, baby? Pancakes are his thing, he makes the best ones in the world!"

• and it was true; Dave's pancakes were delicious and he was great at it, there was a time he would make his daughters from his first marriage some every single Saturday morning, and they'd cheer up and talk about how daddy was the best! Unfortunately, that stopped after his and Carol's traumatic divorce and things took a downhill turn and Dave lost that connection once they got too old for that or just didn't seem so interested in spending time with him

• but things changed again when he began dating you: first of all, you liked his pancakes, and you loved watching him make them. He was always so attentive and focused and god, he looked too handsome doing the most domestic things

• and once you got pregnant, Dave noticed you enjoyed his domestic presence even more: unlike Carol who always complained about how his cologne or aftershave made her nauseous, you just craved his presence, you wanted to be all over him the entire time, and Dave loved that, you two bonded during a time he honestly thought couples drifted apart from his experience, it was magical, and luckily to him, that bond didn't break once little David was born, quite the opposite, the three of you became a stronger little family together

• and he couldn't express how much he loved that, how important it was, he still went out, did his dangerous job and went back home with his pocket full of money, but if there was something he would always do for his family, was definitely making pancakes for his beautiful family 💗

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