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Natasha and Y/N park their camper…

Y/N: nothing like the great outdoors with my two favorite gals

Y/N picks up little infant Natalie from her car seat…

Natasha: (giggles) I never thought I would have this kind of life. Thank you.

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Y/N: with you in my life, it’s the best kind of life

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Hey hun, how are you?❤️ i saw you had only one tim bradford imagine. Can you do one from Tim’s pov where the reader is a part of the crew and she gets hurt during an operation with them and Tim who secretly has feelings for her has to save and protect her? Thank youu. Much lovee 💖💖

thank you so much for your request!

pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader, The Rookie x fem!reader

summery: see request :)

pt. 2

word count: 1.6k

warnings: age gap - reader is a rookie, reader getting hurt, season 3 spoilers, reader getting shot, blood, some swear words

note: enjoy :)) i hope it's something like what you had in mind

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It was your last day as a rookie. Chen and West were just as excited as you were. Finally, those days of Tim-Testing, as Lucy likes to call it lovingly, were going to be over. It was sad having to part from Lucy, you two have been riding together with Tim since the start of your rookie days. It wasn’t sure if Tim or Lucy would stay your partner, it had still to be determined. 

As you all sat in the car, Tim spoke up about the elephant in the room; both of your future in the station. “I’m just going to say it, Chen, you don’t have what it takes to be an undercover agent. You don’t have the killer instinct. And you, y/n, I don’t know if you’d make a great detective”, his eyes stayed on the road as you and Lucy looked at each other. “And what do you mean by ‘the killer instinct’?”, Luca was curious, she really wanted to be an undercover agent, so she would take all the help and information she could get. 

“You don’t have what it takes, it’s that simple. You must make your targets your best friends and then, bham, stab them in their backs. You don’t have that.” 

“Okay, uhm, thank you for that. I, uh, really appreciate it. Since we’re on our confessing train, I just wanted to tell you something, before we probably part”, Lucy looked back at you from the passenger seat and winked at you. What exactly was her plan? 

Tim had a confused look on his face. He was thinking the exact same thing as you did; what the hell was Chen’s plan. 

“It’s a little weird with y/n in the car, but when will I ever have this opportunity again. Tim, I like you, and not just a bit, I really like you. And I don’t know what we should do about it, because I feel your connection to me as well.” 

Tim was shocked, Chen liked him? No, this couldn’t be, he didn’t want it to be. Because he had been secretly thinking about you and counting down the days you were officially without a TO. If Chen liked him, what would you think? Did you know and helped her confess her love to him? So many questions were going through his minds, but they immediately stopped, as he heard a loud and annoying laugh. 

Lucy Chen was laughing at him. She was laughing at his shocked face and his horror filled eyes. She was laughing at him how genuinely confused he looked and how his body tensed up immediately. 

“Chill, Bradford. I was just joking. See, I do have your killer instinct”, Lucy said tauntingly to him. All while you were snickering to yourself on the backseat. His eyes found yours through the rear mirror. “And what are you laughing about?”, Tim’s look changed from shock to a cute smile. He couldn’t stop himself, as he saw you giggling all by yourself. 

You instantly stopped laughing: “Nothing, I was just looking for potential crime.” Tim smiled; sure, you were. 

Time went by, calls were answered, and crime was stopped but nothing interesting really happened. It was your last day as a Rookie, you wanted to have one more day of supervised action, oh, how you wished you could have taken that statement back. Because as soon as that AMBER-Alert came in, chaos erupted. 

An infant was missing, the drug-addicted and known criminal father was suspected. But as you three arrived at his appartement, the baby was not there. What he did have was a gun. You didn’t see it, but Tim did. It was too late to warn you, so as you tried to calm him down, he took his gun and shot you right through the stomach.

You fell to the ground.

Pain shooting through your whole body.

Your eyes closed, feeling like you were dying. 

Tim saw the whole thing in slow-motion, he saw the bullet rip through your body. He saw your body hitting the ground. He saw as your eyes rolled back into your head and he saw the life leave your body. Fuck – he was scared. What if you died? He would never be able to tell you his feelings. 

As Tim stood there frozen, Lucy arrested the man. She read him his rights and stored him away in the car. As she came back, she expected Tim to be performing first aid, but he still stood there, stuck, and frozen to the ground. So, she rushed to you, put pressure on the wound, you didn’t react – not a good sign. 

“For god’s sake Tim, would you do something?! Call for backup!”, Lucy was screaming. Tim snapped out of it, seeing his love hurt on the ground, he had to do something. He called for backup, and he rushed to your side. Taking your hand into his, squeezing it and hoping you would feel it. 

Lucy saw him holding your hand, wondering why he would do such a thing, it was Tim after all. The ambulance soon arrived and transported you to the hospital, all whilst you still were unconscious. Tim rode with you to the hospital, refusing to leave you alone. 

And as you laid there in a hospital gown, eyes closed and a tube down your throat. The bullet hit your large intestine and cause internal bleeding. You were stable after surgery, but the doctors didn’t know how long you had to stay in a coma. That’s why Tim was sitting at your bedside day and night. He had taken some vacation days to stay there with you, in hopes you would wake up soon. 

“I know you probably won’t hear this or me or anything basically, but I just have to let it out. If you die and I have waited too long to tell you, I don’t know what I would do with myself.” His cheeks were stained with tears. He had not cried in a long time, so him crying over you, just showed how much he actually cared about you. 

“I like you, no, I love you. I have for a long time. And I have not had the guts to tell you, because I didn’t want the others to think you only graduated because you were dating your TO. I wanted to tell you this evening, but this motherfucker ruined my plan.” 

Silence grazed your room. The only thing you could hear was the machine monitoring your heartbeat. A steady rhythm was heard, peep, peep, peep. His head spun. He thought after he confessed his love, you might wake up, miraculously of course. But you didn’t. You were still lying there with no reaction to his words whatsoever. 

Days had gone by, and you still didn’t wake up. It was hard for Tim, you technically graduated from being a rookie. Chen, West and Nolan all came by that same evening to celebrate a little, Nolan of course celebrated you and his other two friends, him not graduating that day hurt him a little bit. Lucy also came by every other day too. She sat there with Tim, still wondering why he was sitting there every day and waiting for you to wake up. 

Tim had to leave you alone. His work called and he had to back to being a police officer. It hurt him, not knowing when you would wake up. So, when he got the call from the hospital, his siren was on, and he sped to you. Walking slowly and nervously to your room, he wondered if you heard what he said. If you knew that he loved, you. 

As he stood there, leaning in the doorway, and looking at you, you slowly opened your eyes. Looking at him, him lightly smiling at you, you were thinking back to the day it all happened. You always liked him but were always too scared to tell him. Not knowing he felt the same way, you laid there awkwardly and waited on him to say something. 

“I’m glad you woke up”, he said. He smiled, his concern for you leaving his body. Walking towards you and sitting down you your bedside, he looked at you. He looked at you with so much love in his eyes, you couldn’t believe it. Some snippets from the coma came to your mind. “I like you, no, I love you.” No, this can’t be true, Tim would never be this sentimental. 

He took your hand in his, squeezing it hard. “Is it true you like me?”, a grin prominent on your face. A crimson color was faintly seen on his face. He was blushing! “You heard?”, he wasn’t sure if he liked that you knew. On one side he was glad, because he wouldn’t have to confess his love to you, again, on the other hand, how would he proceed? 

“I don’t like you”, he looked at you with some kind of desire in his eyes, “I love you.” 

The beeping sped up; your heart was racing.  “I love you too”, you said and squeezed his hand back. And as if planned, West and Chen walked through the door, they had heard that you woke up over the radio and as they rode together, they had decided to pay you a visit. Tim stood up from the bed, having to let go of your hand. 

“How are you? I’m so glad you woke up!”, Lucy smiled and gave you a hug, the same did Jackson. You were glad your friends were here, but you’d rather be alone with Tim right now. Having just confessed your feelings to one another, you just wanted to spend some alone time together. 

“I’m good, thank you so much for stopping by, I appreciate you all!” 

Tim had watched the interaction from the doorway. He smiled lightly, seeing you happy made him happy. A warmth spreading through his body, he was content. 

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next part

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‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, self doubt, body image, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

- this chapter contains mentions of body image issues -

Chapter 11 - More of You | ‘Ours’

You tucked Teddy into her car seat. She was a little fussy but it was fine. This is what you and Trent had discussed. Spending more time together was important so you planned to drive with Trent to training this morning, Teddy in tow. She wasn’t the best in the car you thought it was mostly due to the fact that Trent was focused more on the road than her. As weeks went on your insecurity about her preference to Trent and indifference about you only continued to grow. You dropped him off at AXA and he said goodbye to you with a kiss as you got out of the car to switch seats to drive home. A tearful Teddy pulling on his heart strings as he walked into the building. You got home and you needed to give her a bath. This season had flown by. Having a child just made the days blur together and tomorrow was suddenly the last home match. To your surprise, Teddy actually really enjoyed baths, you wanted her to like them. It was much easier to do things when she enjoyed them. It was obviously important to keep her clean. You gently lowered her chubby tanned skin into the infant tub. Most of her body and face well above the water for safety. You poured warm water over her frequently to keep her from getting cold. You felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells around Teddy though. Anything to keep her happy, anything to get her to like you. You washed her with gentle soap and massaged her hair clean. She seemed happy. You plucked her out of the tub and wrapped her up in a fluffy warm towel. She looked adorable. You took a few photos of her now clean and bundled and sent them to Trent. Frankly, you were just relieved you were getting through another day but it was an added benefit when she looked so cute.

‘She’s perfection. Thank you for taking such good care of her. We’re so lucky to have you, mummy 😘’

“Hi…” you giggled as you woke up Sunday morning to Trents lips on your neck.

“Morning, baby. I have to get going but I’ll see you at the stadium.” he whispered in the quiet stillness of the morning. Trent had to head off to meet the team at the hotel down in the city centre before the match. You rolled over to face him and pressed your lips to his.

“Proud of you.” you whispered back and he smiled. Liverpool had a good season. It didn't go exactly to plan but they were finishing in the top 3 and Trent had done a great job his first year as vice captain. You were really proud of him. “Love you, T.” you cooed as he got out of bed and began to get dressed. He winked back at you while he pulled a white long sleeve LFC t-shirt over his head. After he left, you got Teddy up and sat and had breakfast with her. It was another day of mashed fruit, today, bananas. She made a mess. It was becoming a bit messier everytime she ate now as she was getting more accustomed to dictating her own movements and control of her motor skills. It was annoyingly cute to clean it all up every time but you were proud of her for doing her best just the same as you were proud of Trent for doing his.

For the final time this season you pulled the tiny #66 jersey over her curly hair and put her in the matching shorts. Every single time you saw the ‘daddy’ jersey it made your heart skip a beat. Even though you were struggling with your own things you really did love Trent and Teddy’s bond. For your own look, you went for something fairly simple a Loewe tank, a pair of printed Cargo pants, and white trainers. You put your hair back into a sleek bun because lately Teddy was loving pulling on your hair and it was driving you nuts. You brought one of the first Chanel bags Trent had gotten for you. You remember opening the box like it was yesterday. You were sat on your apartment floor in New York with Lauren.

You opened the box and undid the tissue paper painfully slow for her, picking up a dust bag before removing a silver metallic Chanel 22 handbag. Your friend audibly gasped as your hand grazed over the shiny calfskin. Neither of you were strangers to designer items, shopping being a favorite hobby of yours but again… to receive this from a man was different. A card was sat in the box and she grabbed it quickly before you could even try.

It was also the first time he invited you to come see him play at Anfield. Now, you were on your way in a car to see him play three and a half years later with your daughter. Trent’s whole family was there, some of his friends as well. It was nice to share these types of moments with them but also nice to have extra helping hands with Teddy at matches. Marcel loved being with Teddy. You had a built-in babysitter when he was around. He held her in the stands on the final sunny day at the stadium. Thankfully but expectedly Liverpool had won the match. After a few farewells to players that were departing the club you and the whole family made your way down to the pitch. You waited on the touchline next to Dianne holding Teddy. Trent ran over and wrapped his strong arms around you picking you up.

“Another one in the books” you cooed before you gave him a kiss. Trent hugged Dianne and then took Teddy to hold. You walked the perimeter of the pitch as Trent clapped thanking the fans for their support this season.

“Thank you for being so amazing this year.” he whispered in your ear, pulling you closer to him by your hips as you walked. “Couldn't do this without you.” he pressed a kiss into your hair.

“You’d be just fine” you giggled hearing the stadium sing ‘The scouser in our team’ as you processed by them. You took a billion photos. Memories you’d cherish for a lifetime. You held Teddy as Trent stood behind you posing for a photo.

“Did I tell you how good you look today? Almost had me distracted during the match.” Trent whispered cheekily as the photographer snapped away. You turned your head to get a better look at him.

“Don’t lie to me” you teased back. Teddy obviously wasn't going to let you flirt with her dad for long without an interruption. Her tiny hand grabbing Trent’s jersey to pull his attention off of you and to her. “Yes, Teddy girl, Daddy is still all yours, don’t worry.”

“C’mere baby bear” Trent grunted, lifting her up high as she squealed. “I'm still yours, baby.” he pecked your lips with his before he spun around with Teddy eliciting a fit of giggles from her. Trent, Tyler, Marcel, George, and a few other boys hung around on the pitch kicking a ball around. You loved football as much as the next person but truthfully you're not sure there was anyone who loved it more than Trent. He had just played 90 plus minutes and a whole season and that still wasn’t enough. You sat on the grass with Teddy in between your legs watching them for ages. You stayed for a long while out on the pitch with all the families and friends. It was always such a nice way to close out the seasons. It was definitely better if there was the trophy involved but this was still really nice. The club had organized a party after the match at a hotel down in the city centre the team used to meet before home matches. It wasn’t a formal event so you stayed in your clothes, Trent just changing into more comfortable Liverpool gear. You walked into a red decorated room. It was fun and you were happy to be out. You planned on having another good night celebrating with the team.

“This is my fiancé” Trent cooed introducing you to a man that had interviewed him a couple months back. Every time he said the word it felt like he was asking you all over again. When the conversation lulled you looked up at him.

“So we’re telling people, huh?” You giggled intrigued after he boasted all about your proposal to the man.

“Well we’re not hiding it are we?” He laughed pulling you in for a kiss.

A few days later, for one final time you were celebrating the success of this season with the club. The team was hosting a big dinner party for just the players and their immediate families. There were still a lot of people but it was much smaller than the party after the final match. There would be no media or outsiders. Only you and Trent were going. You had decided not to bring Teddy so Dianne had come over to watch her. You wanted to have a fun night out together. It was a fairly formal dinner. You wore a tiny little black Jacquemus dress and a Bottega gold heel. Simple but effective. Trent popped on white knit polo shirt and tan trousers. You were stood at the mirror of your foyer getting one last look before you headed out when he came over. He cheekily squeezed your ass and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You look way too good. Are you sure you want to go?” he cooed, inspecting the way your tits pressed together held by a flimsy gold metal charm. He ran his warm hands up your exposed back.

“Mmmmm are you sure you want to go?” You spun around and ran your hands over his chest fixing the collar of his shirt. His scent was heavenly. You felt like it sent you into a haze. You weren't sure you wanted to even go when he looked like this. “We could be a little late.” you whispered looking up at him. Trents eyes lit up excitedly until you heard Dianne calling for him. She wanted to double check where something was for the dogs.

“I can't believe I’m saying this but we should probably go.” Trent spoke walking back to meet you at the front door after going to assist his mum. He ran his hands over his face disgruntled that he was essentially turning down your offer to mess about.

“It’s okay, I’m really hungry anyways.” you giggled lacing your fingers with his. “Let’s go pretty boy.” you cooed before you went to say bye to Teddy heading out for the night. You had lied. You sat at a large table next to trent on your one side who kept his hand high on your thigh. You picked sparsely at your food the whole night. To your right, Andy’s wife sat. You’d definitely gotten closer since you moved to Liverpool. She had kids and was a nice confidant when it came to navigating the family and football crossover. You yapped about the engagement as she peppered you with questions about the wedding plans. You definitely had started thinking about things but really had made no movements. As it got later into the evening you started to get a little anxious. Your maternal worries about not saying goodnight to your baby setting in.

“You alright?” Trent asked subtly not wanting to draw attention to you. You looked at him and really could only see her face in his. Even though you felt a tensness about her affection towards you, you still missed Teddy and wanted to be with her.

“I know she’s fine with your mum, I just miss her. I don’t want her getting used to going to sleep without one of us there.” you tried to explain quietly to Trent.

“I understand, but it's just one night, baby. Relax a little.” he tried to comfort you but it kind of felt like the wrong thing to say. His hand squeezed your bare thigh.

“T…” you whined looking at him not really happy with his response. “I need to get home to her. You stay honest. I’m sorry. Do you mind?” you gave him a sad smile. You felt guilty wanting to leave the celebration but you weren't going to be much fun with all this anxiety weighing you down.

“I’ll go with you, yeah? I just want to spend my time with you anyways.” Trent cooed, adjusting his position in his seat as if he was going to stand up right away. You placed your hand on top of his resting on the table. You shook your head ‘no.’

“No, baby. I will see you when you come home. Have fun for me. I want you to have a good night.” you tried to reassure him. He felt uneasy about the whole thing but you were adamant about leaving alone. Andy’s wife gave you a hug goodbye. She understood what you were feeling and after you left she made an effort to tell Trent it was all fine. You went home to Teddy. Dianne was surprised you were coming in alone but she didn’t say anything. Trent had done well and deserved to let loose with his teammates. You sat in Teddy’s nursery listening to the white noise and her tiny snores as she slept peacefully. You were cross legged on the couch and began to rethink your decision. Your heart was much more at ease with eyes on your baby girl but your brain was running rampant at the thought of Trent on a night out. You trusted him wholeheartedly. He had been texting you since the moment you left but you just felt off. You initiated this. You left him. You told him to stay so as you laid in your shared bed, it occurred to you that the feeling of annoyance you were experiencing was completely self inflicted. It bothered you that he was out, having a good time while you were worried about your little girl who no doubt would be more excited to see him in the morning than you. You were jealous.

Trent came home, late, loud and drunk. You shoved your annoyance down and gave in to his incessant need to be closer to you in bed. It wasn’t his fault. You woke up the next morning and went about things as usual. A normal day although not so normal because football was now on pause until preseason began in a few months time and a few England international friendlies that were also on the schedule. You went into your town to get lunch with Trent and Teddy wanting to get out of the house and take advantage of the nice weather. You sat outside at a restaurant and picked at some chips while Trent bounced Teddy on his knee when an older woman had approached your table.

“Just wanted to tell you how gorgeous your family is. She is absolutely stunning. Looks just like her dad.” she smiled complimenting you all. Trent entertained the women as he gushed about how great Teddy was already. You smiled and nodded a long. A tinge of your heart hurting that everyone noting just how much she looked like him and never you. Before you returned home you ran a few errands. You were in the queue at a shop to check out when Teddy began to cry in her pram.

“Hey, hey, teddy girl, what’s wrong?” it was so sudden you didn't understand. She had been so good all day. You picked your head up to look for Trent because you were next in line. Between your crying child and the waiting cashier you were getting overwhelmed. It occurred to you that Trent had stepped out the door to answer a phone call and that was what triggered Teddy’s fit. Daddy had left. You shut your eyes frustrated and sad. You apologized to the cashier. The girl at the register gave you a soft sympathetic smile watching you struggle to pull your credit card out from your wallet as you simultaneously tried to sooth Teddy in your arms.Trent walked back in and rushed over.

“What happened?” he asked inquisitively and confused. He plucked her out of your arms and she began to calm. Her cries quieting, her movements stilling.

“Nothing. It's nothing.” you snapped a little at him. He was so lost. Why were you all of a sudden mad at him? You walked to your car carrying the bags aggressively.

“Let me take them, baby.” He offered seeing you struggle with the weight.

“No” you blurted out again quite harshly.

“Hey… what the hell is going on? What did I do? I thought we were having a good day? Is this about last night? I thought you wanted me to stay, I was doing what you told me to.” he began to ramble as you stood in the car park.

“No! It's not about last night. It's about literally every single night and day.” you began to cry. Trent instinctively pulled you into him. He just wanted to calm you immediately but you had worked yourself up too much. His arms wrapped around you tightly and securely. You heaved against him. “She loves you so much more than me. I don't understand. I carried her for fucking 9 months and all we ever hear is how much she looks like you. I feel horrible.” you pulled away suddenly though realizing what you had just said. “Oh god, I’m fucking terrible. I didn't mean it like that. She’s beautiful, you’re beautiful and I know you do so much for her and us and you deserve all the love she gives you. Ugh!” you sighed frustrated. “I’m sorry. I’m just jealous and it’s making me really sad.” you pouted as the tears continued to run down your face. Trent's face was almost blank; he was so taken aback by the sudden outburst but he wasn't exactly surprised with the way you were feeling. He saw your body language shift every time someone told you Teddy looked just like him, everytime she wanted to be with him, all the times your daughter clung to him every second that he was around her. She refused to let her daddy go, breaking your heart all done with an adorable grin and a soft giggle.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I wish you didn’t feel this way but I respect the fact that you do. It’s been really hard, this adjustment. I can’t do as much for her as you do and I know that. I wouldn't be able to handle this without you, I can’t even feed her the way you can and it kills me when you feel like she’s rejecting you. I know you might not see it or feel it but I know she appreciates you so much. She relies on you. She loves you, baby. I love you. She needs you, I need you.” he cooed, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“It's not fair, I just want her to smile at me the way she smiles at you. I want her to want me. I do so much for her. She takes up my entire life and then.” your breath started to hitch and rapidly increase. “And then she takes you away from me.” you started crying more.

“Aw, Y/N. C’mon.” he pulled you in for a kiss. “C’mere. No one could ever take me from you. You always have that number one spot. It’s just different, baby. You don’t think I’m jealous you give her all your attention?” he laughed at his own admission.

“I don’t know…you shouldn't be. You’re always mine. She’s just… ours. We have to pay attention to her. You can usually feed yourself, you know? She can’t” you giggled.

“She’s ours but you’re just as important in my life, alright? You make everyday possible. Teddy and I couldn't survive without you and certainly wouldn't be able to laugh if we didn't have you.” he told you earnestly.

“I like those laughs. They’re my favorite sound to hear. I just get envious of how much more she laughs with you.” you hesitantly continued explaining your insecurities to him.

“Well, I’m very funny.” he joked before he picked up Teddy from her pram. “I’m kidding. C’mere, baby bear. We love mummy so much, right?” he asked her and she giggled like she always did with him. “That’s a certified, yes.”

“Okay, can we go home? I’m really embarrassed I just cried in a Waitrose car park.” you hid your face in the nape of Trent’s neck. He laughed a little at you and squeezed your waist before you alll got back into the car to head back to your house. When you arrived you put Teddy down for a nap.

“Do you want to sit out in the back garden? I feel like maybe we should have a longer chat.” you sheepishly asked Trent to come and sit with you. You had to get some things off your chest. You felt so sad you needed to confide in him but you were nervous to confess how you’d been feeling.

“Yeah, course. Go on, I’m following you.” You always envied the way he didn't give off a nervous energy. He was just calm all the time and here you were were practically shaking. “Want to sit with me or do you need the space?” You sat down on a lounge chair across from the couch he was sitting on silently answering his question. “Alright… baby, I love you.” He took a deep breath pausing. He was taking the reins here. As much as you’d been struggling, things had been weighing on Trent as well. “I want to talk here but you’re gonna have to be honest with me. You’re crying in bed at night. I know you're not eating enough, you’re making me nervous and I don’t know how to help you.” Trent’s calm demeanor you so admired dropped as he spoke. He looked at you desperately showing just how concerned he had grown.

“T… I….” you stumbled around the words not sure what to even say. You knew he wasn't oblivious but you had no idea he was even paying attention to certain things especially your eating habits. “I’m sorry” you said, choking back tears.

“I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to be happy. I thought I was making you happy.” he looked across at you confused and heartbroken. He wanted you to come sit with him but he didn't want to push his luck with your boundaries right now.

“I am just having a really hard time. You give me everything. I promise you make me so happy. I'm so in love with you I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Everything just feels so difficult though. I feel like a stranger in my own body. I feel sick when I look at myself in the shower. I feel like I’m disappointing you.” Your tears began to fall. You watched your hands shake as they rested on your knees.

“Stop… nothing is wrong with you and you could never disappoint me. I wish you realized that you are an absolute dream to me. I wake up everyday in bed with you and I genuinely am amazed I managed to pull you. You’re the most beautiful, loving person. You take such good care of me and Teddy. Baby, I am so in love with you. Please, do not forget that.” he pleaded but you just couldn't hear it. You couldn't wrap your head around it.

“I just don’t feel that way…” you croaked out scared to even admit it. You felt guilty the moment the words left your lips.

“You don’t think I love you?” Trent was immediately put off and offended. He felt his heart drop. “Y/N, I’m being patient here but are you fucking kidding me?” He transitioned into an angrier voice. He was really trying to be supportive but how many times was he supposed to try to convince you he loves you.

“No, it’s not that. I just don’t know why you do. I don’t get it. I'm scared and overwhelmed.” you quivered fearful of his change of tone.

“Scared of what? I just don't know why you can’t accept that I do. I don't get it.” he snapped harshly using your exact phrasing to throw your comments back at you. “Baby, what do you want me to do here?” he sighed, feeling frustrated. “I need you to be healthy. I need to make you happy. How do I do that? I asked to marry you and you said yes but it’s like you don’t believe it” He stared at the ring on your finger catching some of the sun's rays.

“I don't know…” you whimpered, standing up on shaky legs and walking over to him. Even though you were mid fight all you wanted was to be comforted by him. “I’m sorry.” You cried. Laying on him. You sat next to him and pressed your forehead against his arm.

“Come here.” he wrapped you in his loving embrace. “Got to get you to see what I see. I need you to know how amazing you are for yourself, for me, for Teddy. Hmm?” He pulled your forehead off him and pressed his lips to your skin. “You wanna know why I love you? Why I want to marry you, why I wanted a baby with you? I wanted more of you in this world. That's how perfect I think you are. I wanted one more bit of you out there. I have the most beautiful daughter in the whole world and everyone can say she looks like me all they want but that's not the first thing I think of when I look at her. All I see is you. Her nose is just like yours, her laugh is starting to sound just like your childish giggle. The way she feels in my arms reminds me every bit of you. I love her because of how much I love you. And as much as I want more Y/N in the world, I’m selfish and greedy and there’s only one of you to go around so I’m not letting you go. I’m fucking marrying you. You’re mine, baby. All mine, made just for me and I’m made just for you.” You began to cry pressing your lips against his. The summer heat and his words warming your cheeks.

“I love you so much, T. Thank you for loving me.” you waffled

“I’m always going to but I just need you to love you, please. You're hurting my heart here. We’re eating good from now on. Me and you gym dates. Getting this ass in moving.” he squeezed your hip. “None of this water for breakfast. I’m not having my baby girl growing up around it. You’re beautiful and you're perfect and she needs to know that and so do you. I’m not doing enough if you don’t know how gorgeous you are. I think about this body, this face all day. I dream about you even when you're in my arms. You need to know that.” His eyes watered a little with his sincerity looking longingly into your eyes.

“Baby…” you whimpered out cowardly. You felt terrible that he felt he was doing something wrong when in reality this was a problem that had been planted long before you even met him. It was complicated. “The way I feel about myself is a culmination of a lot of time feeling really scant. Social pressures from everyone around me, the people that were supposed to love me, didn’t. I promise you, T, you have healed and helped me in so many different ways. This just isn’t something I can just turn off all of a sudden.” You leaned further into him feeling saddened by your own reality.

“I won’t ever understand but I can try. Just let me in at least. I’ll be here with you. It’s my job to take care of you. Would you want to spend some time in the gym with me? Gainz season, innit?” He squeezed your wimpy bicep teasingly.

“Okay, okay, okay. I’ll go as long as you’re there.” you couldn't help but crack a smile at his persistence as well as some memories you’d had made a few cheeky times down in the gym of your house.

“I’m gonna be there.” he replied, running his hand up your thigh. You knew he was asking you from a perspective of wanting you to feel confident and strong not in an effort to change anything.

“Shirt off, please.” you requested with a giggle, grazing your hand underneath his t-shirt. You dragged your nails over his abs.

“Oh yeah? It's like that now?” You nodded cheekily. He scooped you up as if you weighed nothing. Carrying you into the house.

“Where are we going? It’s nice out.” You complained but not minding being in his hold. It would've been nice to enjoy the weather though but maybe inside wouldn't be so bad.

“You think you can put your hands on me like that and I’m just gonna move on. We’re going inside. You’re going to lay down on the couch f’me” he whispered to you as his lips ghosted over your ear and he began nibbling on your earlobe.

“Really? What am I doing on the couch?” you giggled excited now, definitely not upset you were not staying outside.

“Shirt off, please” he teased, mocking what you said to him before he kissed you. The feeling of his lips on yours sending shockwaves through your whole body.

“Mmmm more.” you pursed your lips for another kiss craving more of him as he walked you inside.

“You wanna know how much I love you?” He cooed, laying you down on the cream colored couch in the big living room. You leaned back into the cushion before you moved forward eagerly towards him.

“I can feel how much you love me…” you practically moaned, grazing your hand over the bulge in his shorts now. He began to peel your clothing off piece by piece. There wasn't much on you to begin with so it didn’t take long. He pushed your legs upwards, bending you in half bringing your knees all the way up to your tits. His mouth watered looking down at your glistening pussy begging for him. Trent dragged his tongue through your drenched folds. He dipped in and out of you. His cock twitched at the way your jaw slacked in pleasure. He began to circle your clit before he pulled away with a cheeky grin. He looked so unfairly gorgeous beneath you. You felt dizzy watching him. Your slick glossing all over his perfect pink pretty pout.

“Tell me what letters you feel, baby.” he commanded you before he dove back into your pussy. A dangerous smile curling on his lips. He dragged his tongue in the form of the letters of his initials on his fiance’s pussy. You moaned out the letters he drew and well, hearing you moan out the initials of what was going to be your own last name soon was simply a bonus.

“T… ah fuck. A… A” you cried out. You weren't exactly as innocent as you presented but you liked when he treated you like you were. You knew exactly what you did to Trent as you pulled on his hair now or when you dragged your nails up his abs moments ago outside.

“Say my name baby.” he cooed and you practically melted. You fell apart. Trent loved you. He loved you so much it almost hurt. Everything about you just shattered him into a million pieces. Watching you cum right now only amplifying that feeling. The way your lips curled into the perfect little smile. He loved the way you whined when he touched your body, the way you reacted to him.

In swift movements, he was aligning his cock with your sopping entrance. His abs rubbed against you, he crushed you blissfully with his weight. He looked down at you fucked out of his mind madly in love with you. He collected enough spit in his mouth before he made you open yours. He spit his saliva into your mouth. You swallowed diligently with a moan.

“Such a good girl f’me.” he gripped your chin looking longingly into your eyes. He loved everything about this. Being in control of you. You letting him control you. You wanting him to control you. He tucked his face in the nape of your neck. He nibbled on your sensitive skin. His hair tickling you. Hoarse grunts escaping him as you soaked him. He hit that spot deep inside you, only he knew. All you could think about was the way he hit that spot again and again, continuously. He felt so good when he dropped his hand between you to rubbing your throbbing clit. He knew how to make you cum and he was going to do it well. “Tell me what I want to hear, baby” he whispered in your ear. Tears ran down your cheeks from pleasure and emotion.

“I know you love me. I know you love me. Fuck! T, you’re gonna make me cum.” you were a total mess beneath him looking gorgeous to him cumming all over his cock. Trent couldn't help himself from stuttering. The sex became sloppy and lovesick. He thrusted into you sporadically. You felt him begin to twitch inside you. “Cum inside me, baby. I want you to fill me up, please. T, Tell me you think I’m sexy.” you begged as you listened to Trent’s breathing became more labored. The knot in your stomach tightened when he spoke again.

“Fucking hell, you’re so sexy. You’re the sexiest woman in the world. Perfect for me. This pussy’s perfect for me. It’s all mine.” You couldn't keep it together any longer when he kissed you passionately. He groaned before he pumped his cum inside of you. “Jesus christ, baby. So good.” he breathed out as his pelvis grinded against your throbbing clit.

“I think I believe you now.” You began to giggle as he buried his face in your tits.

“Yeah, that’s all it took? Which orgasm was it? I particularly enjoyed hearing you as I spelled my initials on your clit.” He breathed heavily on top of you with a cheeky grin.

“T! You laughed embarrassed by his crass bluntness.

“Don’t get all shy on me now.” he cooed, peeling his slightly sticky body off yours. He pressed his lips sweetly to yours. You hummed at the sensation. He ran to the kitchen to get a cloth to clean you up. After he did, you went upstairs and woke Teddy up from her nap. You came downstairs holding her as he sat on the couch since turning the telly on while watching something. You talked to Teddy like you would a girl friend your age.

“I know, and then daddy told me I was beautiful so I kissed him.” You spoke loud enough to her for him to hear you babble on.

“Are you talking about me behind me back?” he sat up on the couch looking at you two lovingly.

“Just telling her how much daddy loves mummy.” you giggled squishing Teddy to you and kissing her cheek. You walked towards him carrying your little girl.

“Glad we’re on the same page then now.” he pulled at your arm dragging you down clumsily falling into him. You laughed carefully checking that Teddy was okay. “I love you.” He kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He kissed Teddy’s forehead. And you knew he did. He meant it.

You fell into the ease of the summer. Things were calm between Trent’s workouts preparing for the upcoming season and Teddy growing up painfully quick. She was almost 9 months old which was insane. Where did all the time go? She could understand instructions and was beginning to imitate your words using gestures. You spent the summer months lazing around trying to get comfortable with your body and motherhood.

Trent had an upcoming England international match. It was an odd one away in Moldova and you mutually agreed it wasn't worth you and Teddy traveling for. It was too much of a fuss. You sat with her before bedtime the day he traveled. When Trent was away the favorite part of his days were when you called with Teddy. A Facetime he just starred into missing you both, screenshotting everytime Teddy did something cute. Which felt like every minute. He had a folder in his camera roll dedicated to just Teddy’s cute little face. Teddy sat on your hip leaving toothless bites on your bare shoulder.

“Can you say night night to dada.” you muttered quietly as she sleepily let out a yawn.

“Miss my girls so much. Gonna watch tomorrow f’me Ted?” You confirmed she would and reminded him of your plans for the next day. You were headed down to London tomorrow to watch the match because Lauren was visiting the city for a brief moment and you wanted to catch her. You had planned to go to a viewing of the game at a pub you agreed upon prior. You were running late as you hurried through the tube station with Teddy getting off near Covent Garden. Lauren arrived before you and was sat at the bar saving a stool for you. You opted to bring Teddy in a baby carrier because it was easier for you to navigate instead of pushing your pram by yourself. You maneuvered your way through the crowded pub. You squeezed Lauren from behind, greeting her.

“Helloooooo my Laur” you cooed taking a seat next to her, a couple on the other side of you sat with matching England kits on.

“Oh my goodness! Hiii!!! Look at this big beautiful girl.” Lauren said, pinching Teddy’s cheek before helping you get her out of the carrier. England’s pre game warm ups flashed across the screen. “Is that daddy?” Lauren asked Teddy as she got settled on your lap.

“Oh isn’t daddy so handsome “ you giggled gawking a little bit at Trent’s physic as he wiped some sweat off his face pulling his jersey up towards his brow revealing his toned abs.

“God, he’s so hot…” Lauren sighed when the camera panned to Jude after Trent passed him the ball. You laughed at her. She leaned her head onto your shoulder. The women sitting next to you laughed as well hearing Lauren’s comment.

“Mood.” she concurred. You all had a little laugh but the mans she was with was a little less than impressed. Trent and Jude seemed to have a polarizing effect on other men. They wanted them on their footie teams, loved them for winning matches but almost loathed them for the way girls flocked and talked about them so blatantly.

“So I’m assuming you’re going to see him after this?” you cooed quieter to just Lauren looking at her. Interested in her plans.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to overstep but are you Y/N?” the girl next to you asked butting in before Lauren got a chance to answer your question.

“Oh, gosh yeah, I am. That’s me.” you were taken aback anytime anyone recognized you. It was still so foreign. You didn’t really merit any recognition of fame but you understood the intrigue people had wanting to know more about Trent’s life.

“I follow you on Instagram! I love you and Trent. You’re the perfect couple.” she cooed. The man with her leaned forward now interested hearing you were in a relationship with Trent. “Is this your daughter?” She asked. You got a little nervous. You had kept Teddy fairly out of the public eye to date.

“Mmmmhmm. This is my Teddy girl.” You cooed, holding her on your lap with one arm smushing a kiss to her cheek. You subtly spun the ring on your finger to turn the diamonds underneath to hide it out of the strangers next to you’s view. You felt really exposed all of a sudden. You wanted to keep the engagement private for the time being. Trent told you weren’t hiding it but you felt scared. You barely even got to celebrate it yet. Things had been so hectic and tense lately. Now didn’t really feel like the best time to put your personal life out there one random day sitting in a pub.

“Is that daddy, baby?” you cooed filming yourself and her on your front camera as the second half began. You panned the camera to show Trent on the screen. She squealed and giggled excited to see his familiar face. You sent the video to him. He responded an hour later once the match had finished. As much fun you had catching up with Lauren, you couldn't wait to get back home just for Trent to walk through the door again. You waited impatiently the next day for him with Teddy in your arms.

“Oh my goodness! Look who’s home! Is it dada?!?!” you cooed softly rocking her back and forth walking towards the font entrance when you heard him. Trent dropped his bag at the door, the way that drove you mad but you couldn't care less at this very moment. You were so happy he was home. Teddy excitedly gasped and kicked in your arms eager to get to Trent but unable to do so on her own. Trent pressed his lips to yours and you felt your heart falter a little. It was the kiss from someone who really, truly loved you. Loved every bit of you and every bit of the little girl he scooped up out of your arms. He kissed her chubby cheeks and pouty lips and she squealed.

“Missed you so much, my beautiful girls.” he cooed, pulling you into him, wrapping you and your daughter in his secure, warm embrace. He held Teddy in between you both as her giggles filled the room as you simultaneously kissed each of her cheeks.

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[storm-angel989]

Can I request Valentino x wife!reader where they take their 2 months old daughter to get vaccinated and Val just can’t stand to see his little princessa cry after receiving a vaccine shot

Oh my god this is the SOFTEST Valentino thing ever. I love it! Enjoy!

Valentino watched as his wife lifted the baby from the bassinet. Typically he would be right by her side, assisting wherever needed. But for the moment, he held back, baby carrier in hand as he watched his reader, his wife, snuggle the baby to her chest. It didn’t matter that neither of them had slept a full night in two months, or that they only showered that morning by the grace of Vox’s canceled meeting. He wouldn’t trade the sight of her holding their daughter for the world. 

He set the carrier down and stepped forward. He carefully took the baby from her, leaning over and placing her into the protective seat with careful hands. The infant blinked up at him with the same blue eyes as his wife and cooed. 

“That’s right niñita, Daddy’s here,” he said softly as he lifted the entire carrier up. “We’re taking a trip downstairs, okay bebita?” He lifted up the entire carrier, leaned over and kissed his wife on the cheek as they stepped into the elevator. 

Doctors appointments for any other infant in the world would involve a trip in the car, a potential rescheduling of naptime, and ensuring everything the child could possibly need when leaving their home was carefully packed in case of emergency. But for Valentino’s daughter, the trip simply involved a baby carrier, a diaper bag, short elevator ride and perhaps most importantly, her father ensuring his studio was absolutely empty. 

Admittedly, never did he think he would be using the high tech nurses office he installed in the studio for anything more than medical fetish pornography, or the occasional employee with sex toy induced emergency, let alone his daughter's eight week old check up. But the convenience of having a pediatrician work around their schedule, and having access to everything in house couldn’t be ignored. And for Valentino, clearing the studio was less of a feat than taking a trip outside of the V tower. 

As soon as the elevator door opened, they stepped out and carried the infant down the hallway and into the office. Upon arrival, his wife immediately began the discussion with the doctor. He left her to it as he lifted the baby from the carrier and held her to him. 

“Are we in a new place, muñeca? What do you see?” He asked as he gently cradled her so that she could see the entire room. “I see two blue chairs,  and one green table, and a silver container full of white cotton balls and…”

“Val? Bring her back over, doc is ready,” his wife interrupted his conversation with their daughter. 

Begrudgingly, Valentino walked back to where they stood and handed the baby over to the doctor. He watched her carefully as the doctor weighed her, listened to her insides, and examined her thoroughly to be sure she was okay. As soon as she was finished, Valentino picked his baby girl back up and held her back to his chest protectively. 

“Everything looks great,” the doctor said cheerfully. “She’s due for her two month vaccinations- three shots and then I’ll see you again in a month.” 

Valentino gritted his teeth. “Shots?”

Reader nudged him, “Val, we talked about this.” 

As someone who had given and received more needles than most, Valentino knew first hand the pain they caused. And that was the last thing he ever wanted his sweetheart to experience. 

“Are they really necessary?” He asked uneasily. “She’ll cry and…”

“And you can pick her up and cuddle her until she settles and then we’ll go home,” his wife interrupted calmly. “You and I both did the research. We talked to how many doctors? We both decided this was the best course of action for her.” 

Hesitantly, Valentino handed her back over to the doctor. As soon as she left the warmth of his arms, her cries began. His wife tucked her arm into his and laid her head on his shoulder. Valentino laid a comforting arm on his wife and grimaced at the sound of her cries. 

Valentino knew it was the best choice for her.

Valentino knew the shots would protect her in ways he couldn’t.

Valentino knew that they had done everything possible to make sure this was the best decision for their daughter.

But the facts didn’t make his heart hurt for her any less. Nor did it make the innate instinct to take his child and get her as far away from the source of the pain any less powerful. As soon as the last bandaid was put on, he swept his daughter up in his arms and gently rocked her. His wife turned to the doctor to review the follow up procedures as he comforted the screaming child. 

“Shush, Princessa. Daddy is here. It’s okay. I know it hurts,” he muttered. “I’m sorry little one, I promise it was for your own safety. I know, I’m sorry it hurt.”

“She’s probably hungry too, Val,” Reader said softly as he tried desperately to soothe his daughter. “Let’s pop over into your office and I’ll nurse her before we go back upstairs.” 

He looked at the clock. She had a point, it was almost her lunch time. Or was it snack time? It didn’t really matter either way- she ate almost every two hours. He passed his daughter back to his wife and picked up the empty baby carrier, along with the diaper back. Together they left the nurses office, and made their way back towards the elevator. He let them into his work office and reader took her usual place on the couch as Valentino locked the door. 

He sat next to his wife as she nursed their daughter. He put his arm around her and gave reader a soft kiss on the top of her head. There was something primal, something pure and so incredibly beautiful about seeing his wife feed his daughter. Bottle or breast didn’t matter to him- it was the early mornings, late nights and sheer dedication to this tiny little baby. No matter how exhausted she was, she always put their child first. Something Valentino recognized and did everything in his power to only take care of their baby, but to encourage his wife to take care of herself. 

“Here, I’ll burp her,” Valentino said when she was finished. 

Reader handed her over to him and he held her upright against him. He pulled the cloth out of the diaper back and draped it over his shoulder before he positioned her so her head rested against the cloth. Carefully, he stood up as he patted her back. He walked around the room as he thumped her back firmly.  

“You’re pretty good at this you know,” Reader’s voice came from behind him. He felt her lift the dry corner of the cloth and out of the corner of his eye, saw her wipe the little girl’s mouth. “Spit up should bother you more than it does.”

“Babies are pretty much just more delicate versions of inebriated adults,” he replied as she took the infant from him. With his now free hand, he lifted the diaper bag up and slung it over his shoulder. “They eat, they sleep, they cry, they throw up, and then they sleep again. It’s basically the same thing.”

Reader laughed as she settled the baby back into the carrier. “You have a point. What do you say we get this little one down for a nap and then…” she paused and let out a grin. “Have some alone time?”

Valentino pushed open the door, “only if by alone time you mean sleep.”

She laughed and walked across the dark studio to the elevator. “Of course that’s what I meant.”

[findafight]

Oh my god!!! That Steve/baby sister fic!!! If you ever want to build it out more I’d be obsessed (ie the party + extended party’s reactions, hop + Joyce and how everyone pitches in)

╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯ awwww anon!!!!!

Honestly I have been thinking about it and I know I put in the tags of the original post, buuuut. Robin called Steve Bud or Buddy which morphed into Bubba when they are being particularly soft with each other, and the baby (who I am possibly leaning towards calling Tina so her nickname can be Tintin because it's cute idk) picks up on it so calls Steve her Bubba. Also because "he's my big brother" can sort of become "he's my Bubba!" If words are smushed together by baby babble

But before all that, Steve (who walked to work that day because he didn't have a baby car seat yet and wasn't going to leave his baby sister whom he always wanted and loves so dearly already ALONE or worse. With their FATHER.) goes to, of all people, Mrs. Wheeler for help. He'd go to Joyce but she's working and Karen Wheeler has the youngest kid he knows so is the best bet for maybe getting some tips and also maybe a carrier because the bjorn isn't going to cut it for long. So he goes and Mr. Wheeler immediately thinks Steve's Accidental Baby Acquisition is due to Steve's own recklessness. (Steve is a prolific lover, sure, but he's smart and safe about it! When he was thirteen his dad sat him down for a talk about not wanting the disgrace of a shotgun wedding and his grandpa gave him a run down of venereal diseases he saw (didn't mention having but. Well.) His pals have in WWII that put the fear of God in him regarding unsafe sex. Moreso than the potential babies. So. He's always very careful. For this very reason!! Except apparently his dad didn't use his own advice but Steve isn't complaining because, once again, he always wanted a little sibling.)

Anyways the wheelers are like ohhhh a Harrington Scandal not involving the boy our daughter dated? Okay sure here's Holly's old baby carseat. Hopper is just. He's like. I thought Steve and that kid I kept giving warnings to about selling dope to were a thing and Steve is like "will people stop assuming she's mine!! I know I am a bit of a slut but I am terrified of chlamydia!!! And even if this WAS my fault (which it is not and also she's a gift I love you little baby sister you're the light of my life) I am taking responsibility for it so maybe we all need to be a little less judgy hmmm??"

Joyce and Karen give him some hand me down baby clothes and books, some good tips about feeding and burping and things like that, and Claudia and Sue offer to come passive aggressively congratulate Steve's dad.

Dustin is a little jealous because this Steve Time is going to be encroached upon by This Literal Infant but Steve is like Dustin... you are my Little Brother... My silly pal...Now you have a sister too!! 🥰 And Dustin is like Oh Shit That's Right and proceeds to try to teach this Literal Infant, it cannot be stressed enough that she is a few months old and cannot stay sitting up by herself, how to build a radio.

Eddie is just trying to not have a heart attack from the concentration of Pure Longing activated by seeing Steve With A Baby and has also been forbidden from playing anything loud near them. He is fine and deals with this by writing ballads that make Gareth gag from their sweetness and Jeff have a very knowingly indulgent look when he sees the lyrics. But Gareth lets he hit his drums with he baby hands and Jeff pretends she stole his nose so they aren't that put out by it.

El is Fascinated by the tiny human and asks lots of questions and wants to play with her, give her experiences of softness and kindness right off the bat she knew she herself was denied, so she's often the official baby holder when Steve needs to do something when the Party is around.

The rest of the party is pretty meh on the baby. Sure it's exciting at first but she just kinda becomes part of regular life. They take turns doing actual babysitting for Steve so he can work or run errands or even, gasp, have some normal early adult fun times, but it's all pretty regular. Erica is glad she's not the party baby anymore.

They do however probably secretly fight over who gets to be baby's godparent. Steve isn't allowed to know.

[aphroditeslover11]

Heyy!! I was thinking for Tommy how about a fluffy piece where he’s introducing Reader to his family. Thankss! Lots of love to you:).

Hi, I’ve done my best with this so hope you enjoy it. I enjoyed writing it as ever, love a bit of fluffy Tommy!

Meet The Shelbys

Warning: as you would expect for peaky, consumption of alcohol!

This was possibly the most nerve-wracking car journey of your life. It was Tommy’s birthday and, as he was Tommy Shelby and had absolutely everything that he could ever want or need, you had decided to ask him outright what he wanted. After telling you repeatedly that you didn’t need to give him anything he relented, saying that, as you had been together for a few months now, the best present that you could give him would be coming to spend an evening at the Garrison with the entire Shelby clan. That was where you were going now, sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with your hands in your lap whilst trying not to let on how nervous you were to Tommy

“I can tell you’re nervous love. I promise that they aren’t as bad as everything you’ve probably heard about them,” he said in a vain effort to comfort you.

“I know Tom, I’m just anxious that they won’t like me, I’m not exactly like the rest of you.” That was very true, with you having grown up in the countryside on your father’s estate, it wasn’t to the proportions of a place like Chatsworth, but certainly more comfortable than the Shelby’s Birmingham upbringing.

“I’m sure they’ll love you, just like I do,” Tommy reassured, reaching to bring your hand to his face so that he could place a gentle kiss on the back of it.

“I just hope that you’re right.”

“What do you mean, I always am.”

~

When you arrived at the Garrison the first thing that hit you was the smell of alcohol, it was like walking into a room of gaseous whiskey. Then the noise reached your ears, glasses clinking and men shouting, celebrating the end of the working week with a pint or five. You subconsciously reached for Tommy’s hand as he led you through the crowd to the bar.

“A whiskey and a wine Harry, are the others here yet?” he asked the barman.

“They are Tommy, in the snug as usual, who’s this lovely lady on your arm, if I’m allowed to ask?”

“Harry, this is my beautiful y/n, she’s meeting the family for the first time tonight. Y/n, this is Harry, best barman in all of Birmingham.” The barman then turned to you.

“I’m guessing that you must be nervous love, they aren’t so bad though, your Shelby is the worst by a long way.”

“I am a bit,” you admitted with an anxious smile.

“Do you drink whiskey love? might help take the edge off your nerves a bit.” You nodded in response. “I’ll make the order two whiskeys then.” You could tell Tommy was starting to get impatient, sighing impatiently at your side.

“Harry, I’ll thank you not to speak of me like that infant of my woman, and she’ll be drinking wine not whiskey thank you, send the drinks through to the snug when they’re ready.” You went to protest but Tommy cut you off before you had chance. “You know that you’re banned from whiskey until you can prove to me that you can handle it after the state you came home in last time, and I’m hoping that you might say hello to everyone before you get yourself absolutely rat-arsed.” He did have a point, so you acquiesced and allowed him to lead you into the smaller room off to the side.

The first person that you met was Polly, she was a little prickly to begin with, but once she had got the measure of you she was soon very welcoming, obviously she wanted to be sure that you were good enough for her nephew before she let you feel at home. Next came Ada, who wrapped you into a hug before Tommy had even had a proper chance to introduce you.

“I don’t care who you are or where you come from,” she said. “But you must be a saint if you can put up with Tommy.” This made everybody laugh, which was what drew your attention to the men on the other side of the table.

“Love, this is John, Arthur and Finn, my brothers.” Tommy stepped back up again.

“It’s nice to meet you at last. You know Tommy doesn’t shut up about you, so it’s nice to finally know who you are.” Arthur was the first one to speak to you.

“I can assure you that I’m really not that interesting” It was the John’s turn to join in.

“Well, Tom clearly doesn’t agree because we were all threatened with death earlier if we dared say anything to upset you. And I’m guessing that he doesn’t want you to know that from the look on his face now.” Tommy wiped the glare from his face before you had a chance to see it, placing an arm around your waist.

The drinks arrived, more were ordered as the evening went on and it wasn’t long before everyone found themselves at least slightly inebriated. You were sandwiched between Arthur and Ada, Tommy having started to talk business with John whilst the others were more interested in you. The conversation had taken many turns and you were just getting on to embarrassing stories about your boyfriend.

“When he was little Tommy and me used to get into fights all the time, he was a scrawny wee thing, but he had the stubbornness of a pack horse, never gave in. I always used to have to let him win so that he wouldn’t make me keep punching him until he got a concussion.” Arthur had you and Ada laughing hard. “He still won’t admit it all these years on.” Now it was Ada’s turn.

“He was an absolute devil to have around when I was a teenager, he always ruined any fun that I could have, he’d have had me under house arrest if Polly would’ve let him. Do you remember Arthur, that time that he caught me with that lad down by the cut and threw him into the canal?” Arthur nodded in ascent. “I swear he’d have thrown me in as well if it hadn’t meant we’d still be together. I asked him why I couldn’t have my own fun when he spent his life drinking in here and gambling and he just went off in a huff.”

Realising that you were talking about him Tommy turned to your little group.

“And what would you be saying about me over there?”

“Nothing bad Tom, just warning her what she’s getting herself into,” joked Arthur.

“I hope that’s it. She knows that I have plenty of things to say about her if you’re telling stories.”

It was nice seeing Tommy around his family he was so at ease around them, it was unusual to see him smiling and laughing in company unless it was just the two of you alone.

~

At the end of the evening you said goodbye to everyone, Tommy smiling at your slightly drunken self as you hugged everyone goodbye, completely transformed from the nervous wreck that you had been earlier. He had to practically drag you away from Ada, whom you had been getting especially friendly with, only managing to pull you out by promising that you could all meet up again soon.

[kids-worldfun]

Choosing a Baby Seat: Essential Tips to Remember

Bringing a baby into your life can be very exciting, but it comes with many responsibilities. One of the most important things you are going to think about has to do with keeping your little one safe when you head out. That is where a good baby seat can help. But with all the choices available these days, how can you choose the right one? In this article, we will help you with some things to…

[i-am-church-the-cat]

bird of prey

wc: 1230 summary: Everyone gets chosen by a patron god once they’re born. Usually, whatever patron has historically hosted their family line claims them. Logan was not one of such cases. A little time after his first birthday, Logan’s normally light green eyes turned a sharp, bitter blue. And then he went on a rampage where he bit everyone in sight. And that’s how the god of hunters claimed Logan Sargeant.

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Everyone gets chosen by a patron god once they’re born. Usually, whatever patron has historically hosted their family line claims them, but not always. Sometimes, multiple gods will try and claim you, but everyone eventually levels out to just one. 

Oscar is one of those cases. The Piastri family god of hard work tried to claim him when he was an infant, but so did the goddess of sleep and dreams. Despite their family god’s best efforts, baby Oscar just took too many naps and had too big of dreams. 

His patron, Poppy, is pretty chill, as her namesake suggests. His god is why he has “koala eyes”. She appreciates that he’s following his dreams but she doesn’t love that it’s in something so fast. 

Logan was not one of such cases. The Sargeant family god of physical conflict did not once try to grab onto him as they did his brother and cousins. For a long time actually, his parents worried he wasn’t going to get a patron god at all, something that’s practically unheard of. But a little time after his first birthday, Logan’s normally light green eyes turned a sharp, bitter blue. And then he went on a rampage where he bit everyone in sight. 

And that’s how the god of hunters claimed Logan Sargeant. And, subsequently, how he got his middle name. 

Unlike Oscar’s deity, many people claimed that Logan’s god would help him be a racing driver. And, they did, but only when Logan was doing poorly. 

You see, Logan loved hunting down the cars in front of him, picking them off one by one. Logan often explains it to Oscar as a kind of tunnel vision. Many a shot have been captured of Logan’s eyes shining bright blue during a race. “Eagle-eyed” has never been such an apt descriptor. 

But, Logan hated being hunted. He inevitably lost spots if he started on pole, even if he did manage to work himself back up most of the time. Logan has never and will never lead a race from start to finish. 

But don’t think that stops him from winning. Logan’s best races happen when he starts from the back of the grid. His charges are legendary and unreplicable for someone who doesn’t get that whole-body focus that Logan gets. If Logan is behind you, he will catch you. 

Oscar thinks about that now as he barely manages to squeeze Logan out from overtaking him. 

“I’m not going to be able to keep this up, guys,” Oscar says, almost forgetting to press his comm button. 

“There are just two more laps, Oscar, keep pushing, you’re doing great,” his race engineer says back to him. Oscar huffs and doesn’t respond. 

They don’t get it. They’ve only seen Logan in F1 where he was convinced he wasn’t the biggest, nastiest bird in the air anymore. Something about the winter break had reminded Logan that he was a hunter. A killer. A bird of prey. 

And right now? Oscar was the fucking prey. Damn, his koala eyes. 

Logan gets past him for P6 just as they’re rounding the last corner to the checkered flag. Oscar does his best to use his DRS and get him on the straight, but Logan has already opened his wings and is soaring towards the finish line. Oscar sighs in frustration as he crosses in P7, two places below where he’d started. 

Oscar parks his car and watches from the seat as Logan hops out of the #2 Williams into the arms of his engineers. He still looks like he’s flying. Oscar turns away and pulls himself out of his car, accepting fistbumps and back pats from his mechanics. 

Oscar is sweaty and hot and tired. He can feel Poppy pulling on his eyelids, arguing for lying down right where he is and going to sleep. She’s always kind enough to stay out of the car for him, but as soon as he’s back on two feet, all bets are off. He’s just hoping she’ll let him get to the hotel this time. 

Turns out falling asleep wasn’t the thing he had to worry about. It was being caught. Again. 

Logan slams into his back and Oscar’s head spins as he’s pulled in a different direction than he was heading. He finds himself in a small doorway, slightly hidden from sight, with Logan pressed up to and wiggling against his chest. 

The blond drags his face up across Oscar’s neck, letting out little excited huffs Oscar knows too well. He’s almost blinded by the shiny blue of Logan’s eagle eyes when his boyfriend finally looks at him. 

“I beat you,” he says, unapologetically happy, not bothering to be gentle with him. 

“Really, I didn’t notice, mate,” Oscar huffs, dragging a hand through his hair and then down his face. Logan’s high energy and Oscar’s low energy is a concentration gradient. Oscar ends up sucking up so much of the energy Logan is radiating, they both end up somewhere around normal. 

Logan smiles remorsefully and tucks his face back into Oscar’s neck. Oscar lets him hide, not worried about letting a predator so close to his throat. Despite what some might think of his patron, Logan could never actually hurt anyone. Hunting is about necessity, not pain. He just lets the blond get out his excess energy by breathing in all of Oscar’s heady exhaustion. 

“You’re really tired,” Logan comments, mouth squished up against Oscar’s shoulder. And, despite not being able to feel it at the moment, Oscar has to agree. Poppy is getting even more insistent that he sleeps, already trying to coax him with images of wonderful dreams he could be having. 

His wedding day. He and Logan on the podium together again. His championship win. All very enticing thoughts. 

“Mhm,” Oscar hums for lack of anything else to say. Logan pulls back and sweeps Oscar’s hair away from his forehead so he can see his eyes. 

This happens whenever Logan battles someone near the end of a race. All of his focus is still trapped on that person, having nowhere else to go to. Usually, Logan goes right into his post-race routine, focusing on things that come second nature to him. But when it’s Oscar, he doesn’t bother. He just becomes the most attentive boyfriend ever. 

“You need a shower,” the blond says, surely already planning their route to Logan’s hotel. Logan’s because he caught him today, because he needs to bring Oscar back to his space and remind everyone Oscar’s his. “And food.”

Oscar wants to argue that last point. He doesn’t feel hungry. But Logan’s hyperfocus is rarely ever wrong. More than likely, the exhaustion is overriding the hunger and Oscar just isn’t aware of it. 

He slumps forward, eyes closing as he lays his head down on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Logan’s arms automatically wrap around him. 

“Okay, but you’re gonna have to carry me. I’m not moving more than my mouth for the rest of the night.”

Logan’s soft laughter floats over him as Oscar drops quickly into the realm of sleep. The sound follows him into his dreams, Poppy happy to include the best bits of Oscar’s real life in his sleeping one. 

Oscar’s a child of dreams. He’s always going to keep chasing them. And Logan’s always going to keep chasing him. A perfect bird of prey.

[vodika-vibes]

Yo, could i get a Delta Squad story where Boss brings in his firstborn child to the squad? Hehehehe

Delta Squad's New Addition

Summary: Two months after his son was born, Boss decides it's time to introduce him to his uncles.

Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x F!Reader

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Boss asks as he watches you carefully bundle the infant up in thicker clothes, “I don’t mind waiting to introduce him to my brothers.”

You roll your eyes, “Boss, babe, you’ve been chomping at the bit to introduce little Alyn to his uncles since the day he was born.” You press the little boy into his father’s arms, “Why do we only own orange clothes for him?”

“Because that’s what color armor I wear. You thought it was cute.” Boss points out dryly.

You pause and squint at him, “And you let me?”

“The first time I tried to suggest that we buy other colors you started crying, so I took the high road and just didn’t mention it ever again.” Boss replies.

“...I cried? Over clothes colors?”

“You were very hormonal.”

“Ugh.” You make a face, “I’m sorry.”

He chuckles and leans over to kiss your temple, “It’s okay. It’s a relatively minor thing, after all.” He watches you carefully pack the diaper bag, and he stops you with a laugh, “Cyare, sweetheart, I am able to do all of this.”

“I know, I know.” You sigh, “I’m just…a little anxious. Your brothers still don’t know about me, and now your introducing Alyn to them, and I just-”

“Everything is going to be fine.”

“What if they scare him?”

“They won’t because then they’ll have to deal with me.” Boss says patiently, “And you need this. You’ve been going non-stop since you got pregnant almost a year ago. You deserve this break.”

“I-”

“Go. Spend time with your friends at the spa.” Boss kisses your forehead, and then ducks his head to brush his lips against yours, “Have a nice, fun, relaxing day. And don’t worry about anything.”

“You’re asking for the impossible, love.”

“Try to not worry about anything.” He lightly tucks some hair behind your ear, “I know worrying comes as naturally as breathing to you, but trust me.”

You sigh and lean into his touch, “I do trust you, I’ll try to not worry so much.” Just then your friend pulls up in the speeder and parks in front of the house. “Um, let me know how it goes?” You kiss Alyn’s forehead, and then look up at Boss.

“Of course.” He kisses you one more time, and then gently nudges you out of the house and into your best friend's waiting embrace. 

He waits until the speeder is gone, before he looks down at the baby in his arms, “So, are you ready to meet your uncles, ad’ika?” Alyn just yawns widely and grips his finger.

Boss steps into the debrief room where his brother’s normally are, and he’s not the least bit surprised to see that the only one there is Fixer. He sets Alyn’s diaper bag on a table, and carefully sets Alyn’s car seat on the table next to the bag, and pulls him out of it.

Fixer stares at the baby, his jaw slightly slack, and then his gaze slides over Boss, who is dressed in casual clothing, and his jaw drops a little more. “Vod…Boss…you…who..-?”

“Where are Sev and Scorch?” Boss asks as he offers Alyn his finger.

“...training room-” Fixer says slowly, “Are we really not going to mention the tubie? I feel like we should talk about the tubie.”

Boss rolls his eyes and then walks across the room to his brother, “Fixer, allow me to introduce you to my son, Alyn.”

“Son. You have a son-?”

“He’s two months old now.” Boss says calmly.

“...where’s his mother?” Fixer asks, his voice hushed as he offers the baby his finger.

“I sent her on a spa day. She’s been going non-stop since she found out she was pregnant a year ago, and deserves a break.” Boss replies, “Do you want to hold him?”

“Can I?”

“Take off your gauntlets and chest piece, and you can.” Boss says easily, a small amused smile crosses his face as Fixer quickly strips the top part of his armor off, faster than he’s ever done it before. Boss chuckles and passes Alyn into his brother’s arms.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” Fixer says quietly, as he looks down at the baby in awe.

“Wife,” Boss corrects with a wry smile, “I have a wife.”

“And you haven’t introduced her to us?” Fixer asks, looking up at his brother, slightly hurt.

“We’ve been busy.” Boss says with a shrug, “And it’s not exactly like it’s legal, vod.”

“...oh. Right.” Fixer mutters, “None of us would have ratted you out, Boss. You have to know that.”

“Course I do. But I also wasn’t about to risk my pregnant wife until I was sure that she was safe.” Boss replies easily, not feeling the least bit guilty about it. “I’ll introduce you all to her when she comes to get Alyn later today.”

Fixer opens his mouth to say something, only to pause when there’s some loud voices, and then Sev and Scorch push their way into the room, and stop as soon as they see Boss in casual clothes and the baby in Fixer’s arms.

“What the kriff-?” Sev breaths out as he walks over to Fixer and peers at the baby in his arms, “Who’s the tubie?”

“Boss’ son,” Fixer replies.

“Son!” Scorch and Sev turn startled eyes towards their brother, “You have a son?”

“Obviously, seeing as he’s right there.” Boss says with a roll of his eyes.

Scorch strips off the top part of his armor and makes grabby hands towards Fixer, “Let me hold the baby,” He whisper hisses, “What’s his name?”

“His name is Alyn, it’s a family name from my wife’s family.”

Scorch and Sev stare at Boss, stunned, “You’re married?” Sev asks blankly, “Since when!?”

“For over a year now. You’ll meet her this evening.” Boss replies as he watches Fixer pass Alyn to Scorch, “She’s taking a rest day at a spa, she deserves it. Seeing as she handled the pregnancy mostly on her own.”

“If you told us-” Scorch says between cooing at the baby.

“Nothing would have changed,” Boss says easily, “I know that. And so does she. Luckily, my wife is amazing enough to handle everything on her own. Though she shouldn’t have to.”

“Are you going to have more?” Sev asks as he peers at Alyn over Scorch’s shoulder.

“Maybe, probably, eventually.” Boss shrugs, “She’s still recovering from Alyn’s birth, so she said we can talk about it in a year, and no sooner.”

“I can’t believe you managed to find a wife and have a son, and I haven’t even found a girlfriend,” Scorch grumbles, though it’s clear that he’s not actually upset.

“Well, he is Boss,” Sev says with a laugh, “It only makes sense.” He pulls of the top part of his armor and sets it next to Fixer’s and Scorch’s, and then he leans over to lightly trail a finger through Alyn’s curly hair, “His hair looks red.”

“Red runs in my wife’s family. Her mother and both of her grandparents are redheads,” Boss explains, “Though she says that he looks like me.”

Three sets of eyes focus on the baby, and then over to Boss, “Yeah. I can see it.” Scorch finally says.

“He does look an awful lot like the tubies back on Kamino,” Fixer notes, “Though I’m sure some of his mother’s features will come in as he ages.”

“He has our curls,” Sev notes with a slightly smug grin.

“Apparently he was born with a full head of hair.” Boss pulls out his comm, and swipes through some pictures, “Ah, here we go.” He turns the device towards his brothers, “My wife, and Alyn, an hour after he was born. We were on a mission, so I couldn’t be there, but my wife’s best friend made sure that I was kept up to date.”

Fixer frowns, “I remember that mission, you were super distracted all day, I thought you were feeling under the weather, not that you were worried about your wife.”

“I tried to hide it.”

“You did a shit job,” Sev says, “Even I picked up on your nerves.”

“Yeah, yeah. I was hoping to be there for the birth, so I was annoyed that I couldn’t be.” Boss says with a scowl, “Besides, we got through just fine.”

“Yeah, if not a little rushed.” Scorch teases, before he hands Alyn to Sev, “You said we’re meeting your wife this afternoon?”

“Yeah. She said she’ll bring food.” Boss replies, “She’s a little nervous about meeting you all. So be nice.”

“We’re always nice!” Scorch says.

“Bullshit.”

“We’ll be on our best behavior for our sister-in-law.” Fixer interjects, “Do you think she’ll bring wedding pictures?”

[romanoffsbish]

I’ll Be Home For Christmas…

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

… If Only in my Dreams… (Part 2)

Warnings: Meanish/Distrusting Yelena, Violence, Blood, Pushy Men, Angsty/Open Ending.

Smut: Fingering(R), Oral (R), Mommy (N), Detka (R), Praising!!, Teasing, Marking, and Nipple Stimulation.

18+ | Minors DNI

"My love, it's okay, I can assure you that Eliana and Jackson will be perfectly fine at Clint's for the week.," you smiled softly at your wife, doing your best to convince her that leaving your six month old daughter, and two year old son behind is a forgivable offense., "It's not worth it.," she huffs, and you shake your head., "Anything to get Yelena to stop staring daggers into me whenever she visits is worth it.," you muse lightheartedly, but the redhead sees straight through the facade and to your hurt.

Of course she wants Yelena to trust you, but it doesn't feel like enough of a reason to head off into the snowy tundra's of Russia; to the same motherland that only ever brought them pain. Still, in a weird way it also offered them a bit of comfort, and that happens to be exactly why you chose this destination. You'd wanted to meet Yelena on a turf that was familiar to her, where she knew the lay of the land and you didn't—offering her that extra bit of security, and hoping that if by just knowing more than you she would feel a smidgen safer.

Natasha threw the luggage into the trunk, and watched as you rocked your daughter to calm her knowing cries. Eli had always been so perceptive, anytime Nat had to leave for a mission before her recent retirement the infant would wail. You could calm her fine, but Nat had always had the special touch to soothe her. She swiftly made her way back to you, scooping up your son so he'd not feel left out, she then pulled you and Eli in for a group hug., "Moya milaya malen'kaya sem'ya, kak zhe ya tebya lyublyu.," and at the sound of her mama's voice Eli's cries faded into sniffles, and as her face was no longer blanketed by the shade of the hug you could see she'd regained her peace.

(My sweet little family, oh how I love you.)

"That's so unfair.," you whined while settling into the passenger side of the car, shifting in your seat you pulled your knees to your chest, and looked over to pout up at your wife. She looked to you with stern eyes, but the slight amusement was readable in her soft smirk., "Detka, sit properly—that's really dangerous.," you groaned, putting your feet back down, then she rewarded you with a peck to your lips, "You're such a mom...," she simply shook her head at your childish behaviors, then she started the car and began the hour long journey into the city to meet Yelena at the compound where a quinjet was waiting for all.

As soon as she parked the car in Tony's garage she tapped your shoulder to wake you up, she watched you in pure adoration as you stretched out your limbs, much like your cats Liho and Bonnie usually do every morning beside you., "Good morning sleeping beauty.," she teased, and you smiled widely at her, meeting her halfway when you saw her leaning in for a kiss. She hummed against you, more than satisfied with the cherry chapstick that adorned your pillow soft lips. Had it not been for the loud knock on your window that startled you away from your wife she'd likely have stayed here lazily making out with you for at least an hour.

Yelena stood off to the side, her arms were folded over her chest, and she wore the signature scowl you'd grown accustomed to. It was designed with you in mind—the American woman that was allowed to love her sister, but had apparently waited years to make a move.  To her it makes no sense, why did it take you three years to make it official? Not only that, but she’s yet to see what possibly could’ve drawn Natasha to you—you were her opposite.

Yelena had no faith in you, she trusted you just as much as she did Dreykov, and even then she at least knew what to expect with the sleaze ball. With you it was all sunshine's, and rainbows, but she was truly convinced it was all a ploy; no one is that happy. It felt to her as if you were only here to give Natasha a false sense of security, and in the end it would be revealed that you were just another person sent to ruin the redheads life and to break her heart. She was here to see to it that you didn’t have that chance, she just needed to find proof.

It was irrational, especially when Natasha had repeatedly told her herself that you were true, but until Yelena could truly understand you she would never be able to believe it. Because even when she sees you with your shared kids, everything in her says you're only just playing the part of a doting wife, and adoring mother. Yelena found this trip, that was your idea, to be the perfect opportunity to seek out her truth. Because if her deep suspicions reign true then she would have no problem killing you in her home country for her sister's sake.

Natasha got out of the car first, hugging her sister tightly while you collected the luggage., "Vesti sebya.," You then greeted Yelena with a friendly smile and wave, but all you got in return was a curt nod before the blonde was making her way to the quinjet., "This is going to be harder than I thought.," you quietly muttered to yourself, but of course your wife heard it, and in turn she brought you in for a tight hug, and a reassuring kiss., "This will either work or it won't moya lyubov', and if it doesn't then it's her loss, because I mean it that this is her final chance to come around."

(Behave)

Disagreeing with your wife would've been of no use, you knew that when she said something so profound that she meant it. Yelena's on her last leg with her sister, so you were going to do all you could this week to convince the blonde you were of no threat to your wife, kids, nor her.

The flight to Russia was long, even with the jet cutting it in half, so most of the time you spent sleeping in your wife's lap while the jet flew itself. Natasha ran a hand up and down your side while reading a book she'd been waiting for all year, all the while ignoring her sister's harsh glares until she was annoyed enough.

"Ona ne vrag.," Natasha suddenly spoke, causing Yelena to move her glare up from you., "My uvidim ob etom.," Natasha groaned at her sister's continual resistance to your existence., "Perestan' byt' takim nedoverchivym. Ona moya zhena, a ne KGB.," Yelena shrugged at her sister's pleas for blind trust, and opted instead for planning to do her own research.

(She's not the enemy.) (We'll see about that.) (Stop being so distrusting. She is my wife, not the KGB.)

When the jet landed outside of the secluded cabin you rented Natasha gently woke you up., "Moya lyubov', we're here.," she smiled down at you, her heart melting at the dopey smile you gave her, and at the tiny squeaks you had produced while stretching., "It's kinda cold.," you observed, causing the redhead to chuckle before pulling you up and into her embrace., "Welcome to Russia detka.," she mused, the both of you shared a sweet kiss, then Natasha was quick to wrap her jacket around you to shield you from the frigid Russia air.

Yelena quietly observed the two of you in your intimate bubble, part of her found Natasha's carefree side to be a good sign, but she still held deep reservations that kept her guard up. Once the both of you got off the jet she was soon to follow, entering to find you were set up in the kitchen making dinner, and Natasha was in the room she picked out for the both of you. Yelena said nothing as she passed you by, and headed straight to her room to freshen up.

You sighed at the continued cold shoulder, but it wasn't anything less than expected on your end. Yelena was stubborn, seemingly more so than Natasha had been all those years ago, so you knew earning her trust would take time. For dinner you decided to try to start bridging the divide by making borscht, then for dessert you made a delicious honey cake, and it was all finished just in time as the sisters entered the room in the midst of a conversation in Russian while you were applying the finishing touches.

"Hey, perfect timing! Dinner is ready.," you announced, a friendly smile on your face in the hopes that Yelena would see you were trying., "I'm not hungry.," the blonde deadpans, but in a contradictory manner she snatches a granola bar off the counter and heads back to her room, leaving you looking more than defeated. That simply broke your wife's heart, and if not for your hand tugging her towards the table she'd have given Yelena a piece of her mind., "It's okay Natty, this will take time, she doesn't trust me, of course she won't trust my food."

Natasha did her best to cheer you up, telling you stupid stories about Clint while eating far more than she should have, but the way you lit up at the sight of her enjoying your attempt at a traditional Russian meal made the incoming stomachache more than worth it. After eating she urged you into the shower, telling you to relax and that she'd do all the cleaning.

Yelena took this brief moment to do some snooping around, she quietly rummaged through your belongings, looking for any clue that you weren't who you said you were, but then she heard your playlist shuffle to her favorite song, and she nearly blew her cover., "So bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.," she approached the bathroom door with intrigue., "Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye; singing, 'This'll be the day that I die.,' "she smiled, a genuine one when she heard you singing the song, and reflexively she whispered along too., "This will be the day that I die."

Then she heard the sound of running water coming to an end, the thought of either of you finding her in here a frightening one, so she made quick work to return your items to your bag before slipping out just in the nick of time before Natasha was making her way back to your room. As you exited the shower though you were hit with a whiff of pine, and vodka; Yelena had been in here, and you were not even the slightest bit mad as you hadn't nary a thing to hide, and hoped she discovered that.

Natasha entered the room a few minutes later, a wide smirk on her face as the space now smelled distinctly of your lavender products, and you were stood there in a pair of panties with your back to her while sorting through your bag for weather appropriate pajama's. Quietly she tiptoed over to you, her arms snaking around the soft skin of your waist, and her chin resting on your shoulder., "You smell so good lyubov'.," she softly whispered, her lips brushing against the skin of your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine., "You cold?"

With all the strength you could muster you hummed a soft yes, but the shake you tried to hide was prominent to the spies ears., "I've got a surefire way to warm you up moya lyubov'," she rasped into your ear, her lips quick to press against the bare skin of your shoulders, and a moan left your lips against your will when she began to suck the skin between her teeth., "Just say the word baby, and I'll have your body warmed up in no time.," her hands were softly cupping your breasts when you gave her the go ahead she needed., "Please, I need you so bad Natty...," your wife's callous thumbs trailed over your hardened nipples in a silent confirmation, she was internally beaming over how easy it was to be getting her way.

In quick succession her hands fell to your hips to spin you around, and just as she expected you were wearing that soft smile of yours, with eyes that swam with immense waves of love. This sight of you so willing to be at her mercy always excited her., "You are so beautiful, my perfect angel, always so ready to please.," and before you could mumble your agreements her lips were swallowing your heartfelt words.

Natasha seamlessly guided your body back to the mattress while her tongue explored the familiar territory that was your mouth. Gentle was the name of the game tonight, so she took extra special care to cradle your head, and lower back as she laid you down beneath her., "Moya lyubov', you gotta be quiet for me.," she mumbles against your jawline as she's begun trailing soft kisses along your skin en route to your nipples., "Can you do that for me detka?"

Feverishly you'd nodded, but as she pinched your nipple, pulling a muffled whimper from you, it was clear she was expecting words., "Yes, mommy, I promise to be quiet.," her lips wrapped around your nipples, the widow sucked upon the nub harshly in an attempt to tease your limits, while nimble fingers slowly trailed down your body, procuring a line of goosebumps from the side of your breast, down your stomach, and stopping at your thigh.

Her fingers remained on your thigh, tapping every once in awhile just to taunt you while Natasha paid such close attention to your breasts, leaving her deep marks behind. She was expertly working you up until your entire body was burning with a desperate need for so much more. It was just as she promised, that familiar warmth quickly spread throughout your body when those fingers you craved so desperately finally pushed your panties to the side, and slid right on into your wet heat.

Natasha had released your nipple with a pop, wanting to see the strain in your face as you did so well with restraining your reactive sounds., "Good fucking girl.," she praised, plump lips leaving a wet kiss in between the valley of your breasts, a raspy chuckle soon following as your body shivered over the simplest of praises. You'd always been such a good girl for her, it was something she truly appreciated, but she'd also be lying to say she didn't have a wonderful time punishing you when you're being a brat.

While her fingers were thrusting deeply into your squelching cunt, her lips were traveling down your body to join their effort, and upon facing your arousal smeared folds she let out a small groan of her own., "Such a generous pussy you have moya lyubov'," she smirked when a tiny whimper managed to breech your lips, her fingers instantly stilled inside you, the way you looked down at her was truly pitiful., "Keep it quiet detka, or I'll have to stop.," she warned right before sucking your clit into her mouth, her free arm flying up to still your hips.

Natasha loved how needy you always were for her, to be needed by you was her greatest joy, and to bring you to the brink of pleasure was something she would never willingly give up. Her fingers had met quite the resistance due to the way her tongue was swirling around your sensitive nub, and with how her teeth were occasionally grazing over it, it had all left you teetering deliciously over the edge, and your lover who knew you like the back of her hand, knew that it was likely going to be impossible for you to contain your pleasurable screams.

So her free hand that had been previously holding your hips still made its way up your body, giving a slight squeeze to your throat, that was met with your walls mirroring her actions as they harshly clenched around her. Natasha continued to move her hand up, she tapped three fingers over your lips, you were grateful for the offer, releasing your lower lip that had been painfully being held prisoner you allowed her digits to slip right in—just in time.

Natasha's fingers muffled your intense screams, the orgasm she'd built you up to so slowly came rushing right out of you after she curled her fingers one final time, pressing into that deeply rooted pleasure point within you, all while her tongue lashed over your clit. Slowly she brought her fingers to a stop, she could feel you whining around her fingers as she removed them, but her replacing them with her tongue seemed to settle you instantly.

She dove her tongue into you as far as she could to garner as much of your arousal as she possibly could, Natasha was never the type to waste, she cleaned you up happily, getting lost in the moment even. Moans of all sorts left her, and to no one's shock you came again. It was a true delight to the redhead, she could never get enough of you, and she only ever removed her face from between your thighs when she heard a sniffle, and felt you suckling on her fingers in an obvious attempt to self soothe.

Natasha kissed all the way back up your body until her face was hovering above yours, her eyes were staring into yours adoringly, the sight of faint tear tracks softened her, and her lips quirked up affectionately before they were pressing to yours in the most caring manner., "YA tebya lyublyu.," she sighed against your kiss swollen lips, "Moy prekrasnyy rebenok.," her forehead was pressed to yours, your shaky breaths fanning across her face, warming her slick covered cheeks, and her heart was soon to follow when your brain cleared up just enough for you to croak out an., "I love you too."

(I love you) (My beautiful baby)

"There she is.," she cooed just before smirking., "Tell me now detka, are you all warmed up?," you softly glared up at your wife, earning you a playful warning glance., "Yes mommy.," she hummed in approval., "Thank you.," and at the show of manners she couldn't contain herself, she laid kisses all over your face, the giggling you were emitting only further spurring her on until your face turned to catch her lips.

Natasha briefly reciprocated the sweet kiss, but much to your dismay she removed her body from atop of yours, and the cold left in her wake caused you to squeal in distress. In that moment your wife wondered why she agreed to this trip, you've never been good with the cold., "Shh, moya lyubov', it's gonna be okay.," she cooed, her movements were swift when moving to clean you up, whispered apologies all she had to offer as the warm rag still came with a chill., "There we go angel, all nice and toasty."

You reached up for your wife instantly, because even with the thick sweatpants and t-shirt combo you wanted to create an inferno under the blankets with your collective body heats., "Just a moment detka, gotta change into my pajamas, then I'm all yours.," and within a minutes time Natasha was slipping beneath the many blankets you'd collected, and pulling you into her warm embrace., "Sweet dreams."

—

When morning arrived it was accompanied by a groan of displeasure, the clock flashing 5:00AM, you cursed the chill in the air that had managed to seep through the thick comforters, and inevitably caused your eyes to flutter open. Natasha instinctively awoke at the sound of your grievance, her eyes quick to observe your pouting face, the sight had her instantly pulling you even closer, and she was quick to kiss you., "What's the matter moya lyubov'?," you sighed, shifting to your side to face your wife, and for a moment all your problems seemed far away.

Then another wafting of cold air across your exposed arm left you to shiver, and the redhead knowingly smirked., "Need some warming up? Is that it my sweetest girl?," her teasing was followed by hearty laughter when you tried to shove her away., "You're far too insatiable.," she only laughed harder., "Well, when you have a wife like mine, and no kids around for miles, what else am I meant to do with this time?," you deadpanned., "Make your sister like me.," and with your pained words she was frowning., "It'll happen detka, it's hard not to love you, and Lena will see that soon enough.," the redhead settled a loving kiss to your forehead., "I'll make breakfast today lyubov', you rest."

Natasha left the room shortly after making the offer, she'd wanted to hold you in silence for a moment, and you held no protests, her arms were one of the very few places you felt safe. Once she left you pondered what to do with this day, then you decided it best to be a lazy day, one where Yelena would be able to get to observe you and Natasha in your element. Nothing extravagant was necessary, and so you threw on a pair of sweats, Nat's Shield hoodie, and a pair of fuzzy socks before making your way to the living space. Yelena had been sat on the couch while talking excitedly with Natasha about her dog—Fanny, and you truly felt guilty when the conversation died as you entered.

Seeing the sisters so close left your heart aching, it'd been months since either had the time for one another, and you think that's in part to the arrival of Eliana. Natasha saw how her constant absence affected her bond with Jackson, and whenever Eliana wailed for her she hardly had it in her to leave anymore. Those tidbits, accompanied with the night she came home to find you passed out in the tub, exhaustion written all over your features were enough to push her towards her retirement.

It left you to wonder if most of Yelena's reservations stemmed from the "suspicious" hold you had on your wife. Natasha was reluctant to leave the house without you nowadays, she was once a free agent who found familiarity to be boring. Never one to stay in one place for long, then you showed up, popped out a couple of kids for her, and suddenly her preferred Saturday is a night in with her family. There's nothing wrong with such things, but to Yelena it almost seems like you weakened her sister, and she wonders why else would you have sought to do that if you weren't an enemy of some kind.

A part of you worries that the poor girl is still entrapped in the "Love is for Children.," mindset you once found Natasha living in. You're also starting to fear that the blonde is failing to realize that you and Natasha had actually bonded over being free agents, that you didn’t change her, the both of you just simply evolved.

The two of you met when Tony recruited you to join the Avengers team of misfits, the powers you held a clear benefit to them. Natasha was wary around you for the better part of the first year, but after an undercover mission that lasted three months she warmed up to you. Even still, she was guarded, and it took you two years of being a member to convince her to even consider you as a close friend. On off days you began to take her to your favorite places, odd spots off the radar of most civilians; you would tell her stories of your times at Hydra where your powers were forced upon you. Eventually this led to her sharing her story, the twisted tales of the Red room, and the ones about the lost sister she always wished to find.

After three years of knowing one another, the obvious sexual tension had grown rather thick between the two of you. Neither of you were willing to ruin the fostered friendship, until that drunken love confession at a Stark party, spurred on by your jealous rage at seeing Bruce so close to the redhead. Natasha smirked upon hearing you admit your feelings, rather happily she welcomed your advances, she was only ever flirting with Bruce as a means to pass time until she would have the courage to go after you, and luckily for her it worked in her favor, because once she had you it was game over.

The marriage, and the family came after a close call with your health a year later. Cho grimly informed you that your powers were actually killing you. The powers to manipulate poisons, and fire to the worlds benefit were having a reverse personal effect, and the only way to fix anything was to render you powerless. To undo all that Hydra did, and to return your physiology to a base level. Natasha had been terrified, especially when you considered not going through with it. Having these powers was all you'd known since your teens, and to part ways felt a bit too wrong; forbidden really.

But having Natasha screaming at you before sobbing uncontrollably, sharing all her dreams for an eventual life with you solidified your decisions, and now here you both are—reformed adrenaline junkies, consumed by an unwavering love for one another, with two blessings created from that aforementioned love, and a stubborn in law trying to ruin all the good in which she doesn't understand.

Natasha hadn't been looking in your direction when the tense silence fell, too focused on not burning the pancakes and bacon to even spare a glance back. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that you must've gotten up for Yelena to have suddenly stopped gleefully shouting. A heavy sigh fell from her lips at her sister's unending animosity towards you, and she herself was wondering if this was even worth it anymore. It'd been a year since she found Yelena, and what was once a happy discovery has been tainted by this perplexing divide the younger widow has created.

Nevertheless, she is going to give this one last chance for your sake, so as to not leave you feeling guilty about the downfall. Ever the mediator she enters the dining area with plates of food, instructions given to the both of you to join the table, and for a few moments you all eat in tense silence until she finally breaks it., "So ladies, what's the plan for today, hm?"

Yelena's cutlery clattered against the table, but she said nothing, leaving you to look to your wife with eyes full of obvious discouragement., "I thought today could just be a lazy day.," your wife hummed in contemplation, sending you over a comforting smile after a moments time., "That sounds wonderful moya lyubov', we can each pick out a movie to watch.," she offers, and without giving it away she kicks her sister in the leg, a silent message to cooperate or else.

Natasha saw you visibly relax when Yelena mumbled out a disgruntled "Yes.," her heart even swelled when you went from pushing the food around your plate to scarfing it all down.

—

"Pochemu ona tak mnogo spit?," Yelena asked her sister who'd been admiring your sleeping face for the last few minutes. Natasha didn't appreciate the judgement in her tone, but she answered her anyways., "Ona dolgoye vremya bolela, poetomu teper' spit naugad, chtoby prisposobit'sya k izmeneniyam v svoyem tele."

(Why does she sleep so much?) (She was sick for a long time, so now she naps at random to accommodate the changes to her body.)

Yelena's frown she'd been wearing deepened, she knew the bulk of your story, but this is the first she's hearing of you ever being sick., "Chem bolen? Pochemu ty mne ne skazal?," Natasha scoffed at her sister's truly offensive question., "Eto bylo do togo, kak ty vernulas', i ty yasno vyrazila svoyu nenavist', tak chto bylo bespolezno govorit' tebe, Yelena.," the bite in her tone made Yelena recoil, she'd yet to hear it even with how she'd treated you thus far, but it was clear to the blonde her sister was fed up.

(Sick with what? Why didn't you tell me?) (It was before you were back, and you made your hatred clear so it bared no use telling you Yelena.)

The sisters both turned back to the TV, the movie you chose one that Yelena actually liked herself, and for the first time since meeting you she thought that maybe you weren't that bad.

—

Come lunch time the sisters had both moved onto doing their own thing, and you found yourself back in the kitchen cooking, but this time the meal was for your wife, and you. No sense in making food for the blonde again, so you left a box of Kraft on the corner of the counter, with a bottle of hot sauce before slipping out of the communal space to return to your wife. Yelena hurriedly made her way into the kitchen once she heard your door shut, the smell of whatever you had made wafted to her room, causing her stomach to grumble.

After seeing Natasha so upset earlier, and definitely not because everything you made had her salivating, she decided she'd at least try your meal, but she found herself to be pretty disappointed when finding the used pots empty and in the sink. The resentment that never truly left was back to the forefront of her mind, and just as she prepared to huff like a petulant child she found that you had extended her an olive branch of sorts by leaving factory sealed favorites of hers on the counter.

—

The following few days went much the same, Natasha did most of the cooking, with you there to guide her since this wasn't her strong suit. Then you'd plan out some activity for the day that Yelena reluctantly agreed to on account of her sister's ever present scowling from beyond your shoulder. It felt like you were making headway too, the blonde was greeting you without prompting, or at least you thought she was, but now that you're sat here watching her fight with her sister in Russian you understand the previous peace was a ruse.

Today was the fifth day of the week long trip, and it seemed to be off to a very rocky start, with Nat having received a call from Steve pleading for help. Retired as you both may be, you were reluctant to cut your found family off completely. Since you were in Russia he asked your wife to do some simple intel collection, a job that required hardly anything of her, and she finally accepted with your given blessing.

Yelena was not as gracious., "Ne ostavlyay menya s ney nayedine.," she seethed in her mother tongue right before your very eyes., "Prekrati, tebe pora zadumat'sya o vzroslenii Yelena.," Natasha growled back, her body half way out the door already, and with a harsh glare the blonde let her go, and stomped back to her room like a tantrum throwing toddler.

(Don't leave me alone with her.) (Stop it, it's time for you to consider growing up Yelena.)

"Wow, no wonder her and Jackson are best friends.," you teased your wife, successfully lightening her mood as she chuckled, and she was even more grateful that you had made your way over to send her off with a tender kiss., "I'll be back shortly detka, I promise.," her eyes were apologetic, and yours were forgiving, silently telling her that all was going to be fine.

—

Yelena had been held up in her room for hours, and after another laugh came from you she had had about enough. Entering the living room in a rush she made her way in front of the TV to block you from watching., "Do you have to hog the only form of entertainment in this cabin?," you found her childlike manners amusing to say the least, but the disdain was growing tired., "Yelena, there's multiple seats here, feel free to take one, but if that doesn't work for you on account of you pointlessly hating me, then maybe go build a snowman or something."

The blonde was taken aback by your words, because though the proposed hatred was real, it had been an unspoken truth up until now. Mostly because she hadn't decided if the hatred she felt was deeply seeded, or just a cover up for something else, but either way she found your confidence in verbalizing it admirable. Silently, she sat herself down, choosing to watch whatever you selected, and you fought to hold back a smile at your subtle win.

"Natasha said you were sick.," Yelena states matter of factly after many beats of silence., "Yeah, I was.," you curtly replied, unsure if you were willing to let this be the first, and potentially only conversation the two of you will have engaged in., "What kind of sick?," you sigh, using the remote you turn off the TV, and turned to face her rather unamused., "Not that it's really any of your business Yelena, but to make a long story short my powers had been slowly killing me, and had it not been for your sister's persistence I was going to let them."

Yelena looked at you mildly shocked that you'd confess something so vulnerable when all she's been to you so far is cold., "Why would you let Natasha fall in love with you, then selfishly choose death over loving my sister back?," you chuckled humorlessly at her preposterous question., "That wasn't what was happening in that moment Yelena. Those powers I'd had to lose were all I knew for a very long time, and letting go was scary.," a tear fell as you recalled that day, but you did your best to continue as you ignored the salty droplet on your cheek.

"Death never scared me all that much, it was as natural an occurrence as breathing, truly merciful in nature really. If I'm being honest it was the living that left me terrified, every step I took carried this massive responsibility, and to finally have a say in matters that concerned me left me leaning towards letting nature win out. My pragmatic mind reasoned that Nat would be fine, but when I finally looked to her I was never more sure in my decision to stay."

"What did she do?," you felt uneasy answering, this was all so vulnerable, and it didn't feel like you were sharing with family here, it felt more like an interview with one of the nosy tabloids. Still, you were willing to share if it earned you some of her trust, or at least less of her hatred., "Well, besides all the screaming she did, it was actually the initial look in her eyes. They held this concoction of emotions, but beneath it all was this childlike fear that broke my heart. After all those stories of her loss, and grief I couldn't believe I'd considered leaving her, and so I simply went back to having no powers."

Yelena hummed, leaning back into the couch she turned back to watch the TV, leaving you feeling a bit used, and very heavily vulnerable. Fortunately for you, it was now 4PM, so it didn't surprise you when your phone rang, you stood up to excuse yourself, wiping away the tears before you answered on the last ring., "Mommy! Loot! I go potty on da big potty.," you smiled warmly at your son, failing to see the brief concern flashing over Clint's face., "I'm so proud of you mommy's big boy!"

You watched him dancing around the bathroom, his chubby cheeks jiggling, and bringing a genuine smile to your face. While Jackson was washing his hands based on your instructions, your eyes drifted towards Clint., "Where's Nat?," you heard the concern in his voice, and internally you slapped yourself for letting him even see you like this., "Mission.," Clint nodded, though he was a bit confused, you knew he'd be sure to call her right after.

"Mommy, Mama come home soon?," your sons voice was full of a sadness that cracked your heart right open., "Mhm baby, just be a good boy for a couple more days and we'll come to get you.," your son blew you a kiss before he ran off to watch cartoons, and Clint gave you a few minutes to stare at your little girl who'd yet to wake up., "We'll call back at bedtime, bye for now Y/N.," you smiled at the man, then you allowed your face to fall as the phone clicked.

Upon entering the kitchen to make dinner you found the blonde already working on it., "Hm, what poison shall I expect to be dying from tonight?," you asked., "I'm an expert in all things poison you know.," your anxious heart settled some when Yelena genuinely snorted., "Fortunately for you, I left all of my arson back in the states."

"Good, arson is such a boring poison anyways, you'd have been better off using cantharadin.," you observed the way her shoulders became a smidgen less tense, and you chocked it up to a win while reaching for the last bottle of rose, and allowing a bit of silence to fall while the blonde fixed what looked to be meatloaf.

—

Natasha's mission was truly effortless, she actually enjoyed the familiar field work, but the high faded fast; she entered the cabin scowling after a phone call with her best friend., "Yelena, what the fuck did you do?!," she shouted, but when she saw the two of you sat at the table giggling she was taken all the way aback., "Natty, you're home! We made dinner!"

"Actually, I made dinner while Y/N polished off our last bottle of wine by herself.," Yelena mused, and you giggled whilst haphazardly throwing yourself into Nat's tense body. The way she instantly softened at your touch wasn't lost on Yelena, she was starting to see that you were truly no threat after an hour spent asking your drunk brain for answers, and listening in partial disgust at the way you practically swooned over Natasha, and told her stories of your life together she'd never needed to hear.

Nevertheless, she was starting to come around to you, being forced to share a space alone with you clearly worked in everyone's favor today. Natasha was still confused, but to see Yelena was talking to and laughing with you, and not staring daggers into your soul like normal was an obvious improvement, and she wasn't about to question it. She sat down, pulling you into her lap with ease as she did, feeding you and eating the delicious mystery meat all while having a calm conversation with the both of you that veered so far off track that you're all now getting ready to head to a Moscow bar.

"Natty! Did you see? She's warming up to me.," you squealed, and your wife smiled fondly, she'd always found your excitable nature rather adorable., "Yes lyubov', I saw that, but I also heard you were crying. Care to explain?," her hands were cupping your cheeks so that you'd be forced to face her in case you tried to lie for her sisters benefit., "Yelena asked me all about when I was sick, and it felt kinda icky telling her, but it's okay now, I promise!"

Natasha's face remained unreadable for a few seconds, then you melted into her touch when she smiled at you, her lips tenderly pressed to yours and for a moment you lost yourselves in the kiss., "Hello! I am ready, so you should be too.," Natasha groaned., "Blya petukh blok.," then she gently pecked your lips a few times, a bit reluctant to stop honestly, but she knows that the more the two of you bond, the easier her life will surely become., "We're coming!"

(Fucking cock block)

—

Natasha nursed her beer at the bar while you and Yelena danced around the joint like madwoman after your vodka shot competition left the both of you absolutely hammered., "Privet, krasavitsa.," the redheads smile fell into an immediate grimace at the gruff voice., "Ne interesno.," she coldly remarked, her eyes never even sparing the man a glance., "Davay detka.," the moment his hand settled over her arm it was being spun behind his back.

Natasha's eyes widened when she saw you'd shoved the man into the counter, "No means no bucko!," you slurred, Yelena snorted at your words, but her amusement died when her sister glared at her., "Y/N, let him go, let's not make a scene.," she tried to pull you off the man who was currently yelping but it was to no avail., "Skazhi, chto ty sozhaleyesh'.," and after the man's arm was twisted until a crack was heard he sincerely apologized to your wife.

(Hello beautiful) (Not interested) (Come on baby) (Say you're sorry)

"Detka, when did you learn Russian?," your shocked lover asks you as you fall into her., "I'm doing Duolingo, want our babies to be able to speak both languages, it's only fair I learned too.," you mumbled over a long yawn, Natasha's hand scratching at your scalp not helping to combat your exhaustion., "Cute.," Natasha was too enamored by you to notice the man rearing back to sock you, but Yelena saw it as the golden opportunity to be violent, and in turn finally give you her stamp of approval after seeing you drunkenly defend her sister.

"That is how it is done.," Yelena beams at you, Natasha's mouth is at a loss for words as she observes the broken glass, and the unconscious man who's body crumpled to the floor., "Etogo ne mozhet byt'.," Natasha groaned just as her hand gripped Yelena by the nape of her neck, then she threw your giggling form over her shoulder, and beat feet before the Russian law enforcement got involved—seeing as how her and Yelena are wanted fugitives around here.

(This can't be happening)

—

"What?," Natasha grumbled while staring at her sister through the crack in the door. Yelena smiled anyway, lifting up a green smoothie of sorts., "For the sick one.," Natasha hesitated to take the glass, but she is an expert at reading her sister, so she sees no hidden agendas are at play here., "She is a lightweight by the way.," the blonde teased, the door was then slammed in her face the next second., "Hey! That's not very nice, I wanted to join the party."

Natasha returned to your side in the bathroom, her hand gently ran over your arm, causing you to lift your head out of the toilet. The pout on your face was cute enough to kiss away, but the reality that you just vomited wasn't forgotten., "Here moya lyubov', drink this smoothie, then we'll take a shower and get right into bed.," you grimaced at the sight of the green slop, but the green eyes staring you down held no room for your rebuts, so you pinched your nose, and miraculously gagged the whole thing down.

"Good girl.," Natasha praised, enjoying the tired smile you rewarded her with., "Come now my fiercest protector.," she lovingly teased, you accepted her extended hand, and Natasha pulled you up, and into the warmed shower., "Rest now honey, you know I got you."

—

The loud ringing of a phone woke you up rather suddenly that your body jolted up, the pounding in your head was not exactly a fan., "Sorry moya lyubov', but also come here and talk to the babies.," you scooted into your wife's side, the blanket pulled up high, and as your eyes adjusted you noticed it was only 4:30AM so that meant is was 8:30PM back home in New York., "Goodnight Mama, Goodnight Mommy, I lub you!!!," Jackson shouted, the both of you chuckled when Clint's hand raised to turn his hearing aids off., "Goodnight baby, we love and miss you so very much."

You held tightly to your wife's hand, the shake in her voice enough to tell you just how much she missed your little ones, and you were at the same point, but due to a forecasted blizzard you couldn't leave a day early like you wanted. Laura now had the phone as she was rocking Eli, who's soft whimpers died down as soon as her mommies voices surrounded her. Then Natasha began humming a familiar Russian lullaby, and both kids were out like a light., "Looks like you took another one down.," Laura teased, your soft snores causing the women to share a laugh before ending the call.

Natasha lowered your bodies back down, an uneasiness weighing heavily on her chest, she couldn't exactly place the cause, but she pulled you closer in the hopes of quelling the feeling., "YA tak lyublyu tebya, dorogoy. Moye serdtse b'yetsya tol'ko dlya tebya i nashikh malyshey.," and as if you had this sixth sense you turned in her hold, pulling her even closer to you, and nuzzling your face into her neck. Your actions caused a soft sigh to leave her lips, and brought a relieved smile to her face.

(I love you so much honey. My heart only beats for you, and our littles.)

—

At a much more appropriate time, 10AM, the both of you exited your room, hand in hand en route to fix a pot of coffee for your hangover. Natasha kissed your cheek before offering to make the life saving beverage so you could relax on the couch. Yelena had already been in the living room watching a Russian show., "Good morning to you, the coffee is all gone, and I do not apologize.," she laughed manically when you fell into the couch with a huff., "Maybe wake up earlier next time."

The blonde gulped when you glared at her, Natasha chuckled at the sight, because she knows what it's like to be on the receiving end.  With one kiss to your lips you lost all the fight, and Yelena was a bit shocked to feel grateful., "We're going to also need more firewood.," your wife mentioned while you continued to sulk on the couch., "If this one expects to survive tonights blizzard that is; I'm fine."

"Ha! So funny, how about along with your blizzard I add onto it a cold shoulder free of charge.," you grumbled, lifting your arm from over your eyes to glare at the smirking redhead, you stuck your tongue out at her for emphasis before rolling over to hide from the offensive light., "Natasha, be nice to my new sister over there, captain lightweight was your superhero name right? This was to be expected really."

"I take it back, you can return to hating me, I will only tolerate the teasing if it is towards Nat or Clint.," you groaned into the couch, the response was muffled, but the blonde heard you perfectly., "Barton? Oh, I am so in!"

Natasha smiled fondly at the sight of you two finally getting along, even if it was at her best friend's expense; the old man could handle it.

"Tasha, are you going to get my firewood?," the redhead snorted when she saw you shivering., "I'll head out in a few minutes.," she began to agree to it, but then her brows furrowed at the text on her phone., "Actually, could you two manage? Steve's having difficulty decoding the files, and the blizzard is already underway."

Natasha threw your whining form over her shoulder., "We'll be right back.," she spoke to the amused blonde, then she took you to your shared space to change you into warmer clothes for your trek through the frigid tundra., "Detka, three jackets seems a bit like overkill.," she laughed, but the sight of you all bundled up and pouting made her heart fill with warmth.

She secretly snapped a photo of you, then she placed a kiss to your nose while pulling a furry beanie over your head before guiding you back to the living space., "You two be safe now, don't let the big bad snow take you guys out.," she was quick to grab you before you could angrily waddle away., "I love you detka, hurry back.," you never could stay mad at her, so you leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss to her cheek in subtle retaliation to the taunts, but then you kissed her deeply, leaving her near breathless., "I love you too Natty, I expect cuddles when I return.," she nodded then pushed you on out.

Yelena had went to follow, but a hand on her bicep stopped her., "Zabotit'sya o ney.," the fear of losing you was evident to the blonde., "Eto prosto sneg.," the quip was playful, but Natasha saw in her eyes that she'd take your safety seriously now that she'd let her initial reservations go; you're her family now. The knowledge settled the redhead's nervous heart, but as you two walked away she felt that uneasiness from this morning seeping back into her chest, and if not for her phone ringing she was about to follow the both of you.

(Take care of her) (It's just snow.)

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Yelena found your complaining amusing for all of like ten seconds., "Here—it'll take the edge off, and warm you up since you're shivering.," the flask got a genuine smile out of you, of course she has a flask full of vodka in her vests pockets. After a long sip, and the consequent shiver you handed it back to her., "Seriously though, three jackets—what's the point?"

"It's freezing Lena.," you groaned, speeding up in your state of annoyance you missed the way her lips quirked at the nickname you gave her., "Cold is simply a state of mind Y/N Y/L/N.," you turned to her with a scowl., "Romanoff."

Three loud thuds sounded off behind you, and in real time you watched Yelena's face fall, and her wrists raise., “Yelena, what the hell?,” but before you could get your answers you were harshly thrown into a tree., "Y/N, stay down.," the blonde grunted, you were a bit disoriented but you soon noticed the three burly men all surrounding the widow., "Like hell I will.," you replied, jumping to your feet you entered the fight, successful in impairing one of the men, but now as you dangled over a cliff you were thinking you should’ve listened to Yelena.

Tears clouded your vision every time your body lowered, the grappling hook Yelena managed to attach you to at the last second while being thrown about wasn’t having much luck with the inclement weather you were facing. It was funny really, you meant it when you said death had never scared you, but now, after seeing all this life had to offer you you’re truly terrified. Natasha wasn’t exactly equipped to raise the kids on her own, and more importantly you weren’t ready to cause a heartbreak like this.

For some reason after you were thrown off the side of the cliff the men had retreated, as if the odds weren’t in the favor being three to one over two, which wasn’t logical with Yelena’s shoulder being dislocated, and her focus being split to you. Nothing here made any sense to you, but facing imminent death you hadn’t really had much time to ponder their motives.

“Y/N, hold on okay, Natasha will be here soon, hold my hand…,” you looked up, wincing at the way even the slightest of movements loosened the hooks grip., “Yelena, listen to me—we don’t have long before this hook gives way, and if I were to grab your hand we’d both go down.,” the blonde knew you spoke the truth, but in the moment all rationality went out the window., “Grab my hand damnit, you can’t die!,” she shrieked., “We just became sisters, and you have a family to get home to!”

“Tell Natasha that Jackson only likes ketchup with his fries, try it with anything else and it’s automatically the ‘icky’ sauce.,” you softly said while tears continued to fall down your cheek., “Eli’s favorite stuffy—Mr. Frog, she can’t sleep without him, let her know that I have a box full of replacements for that damn thing in the hallway closet for emergencies.”

The hook shifted again, and you screeched as your body shifted down further at a rapid pace., “Tell her I wasn’t scared; that I was brave.,” you breathed heavily in anticipation., “Even if I wasn’t, she doesn’t need to think I died scared, and remind her I wasn’t alone.”

“No! You’ll tell her, I know she’s coming!,” you smiled up at the blonde one last time, she had the hook under her hand in a vice grip, and if you were to shift again she’d be thrown down with you, and that was the last thing you want., “It’ll be okay Lena, you will all be alright.”

“Please, don’t go Y/N… I-I’m sorry, oh God, this is all my fucking fault.,” her guilty sobs caused your heart to ache, and so you spent your final moments trying to offer her support., “You tried to save me Lena, at one point you wanted me gone, but now look at you. Thanks for becoming my sister, it was truly an honor that I didn’t take lightly. Tell Natasha that I love her please, and take your hand off the hook—there’s no need for both of us to die…”

Yelena violently shook her head, but when she finally looked into your eyes she saw the pure desperation they held. No matter how much she willed it to not be the case, you were right. So the blonde let go, she began to hum the tune of American Pie, you chuckled sadly as you recognized it from the other night, and the irony of the unspoken lyrics weren’t lost on you as you free fell down the mountain side, the image of your happy family in your mind, and the sound of your wife’s voice the last thing you heard before you were met with silence.

Natasha stood there in a state of shock, had the snowmobile been able to surpass the speed of 40mph she would’ve been here in time… When she finally peered over the mountain side it was nothing but a thick mist, there was no proof you’d even fallen besides Yelena’s sobs, so the redhead refused to believe it. There’s no way you’re dead, you were just in her arms like an hour ago; this had to be a joke. Your wife picked her sister’s beaten down body up off the snow, ignoring her incessant sobbing as she placed her on the snowmobile, there was no need to engage her, you were perfectly fine.

When they reached the bottom of the mountain Natasha was flying off the dreadful machinery., “Y/N! This isn’t funny! Show yourself now, and I promise I won’t be mad! Christmas is right around the corner—I swear I’ll return all of your gifts!,” Yelena whimpered at the sounds of her sisters reckless optimism. The fresh trail of blood was clear as day, but she knew Natasha was willfully ignoring it, and that it was up to her to make her face the debilitating truth.

Limping off the bike, with her injured arm pulled tightly against her chest she approached her sister, using her good arm she grabbed her., “Don’t fucking touch me! Where is she?”

“Ona ushla.”

(She’s gone)

“No…,” Natasha shrugged her sister off, then frantically began to search for you, eyes of green forever avoiding the ground, because if the red in her peripheral meant anything, she didn’t want to know., “Ona ne mozhet uyti..”

(She can’t be gone)

Yelena couldn’t watch her sister meltdown any longer, so even in her state she wrestled with the redhead until she was able to force her head to look down., “No…,” her denial was but a whisper, but once her mind caught up to the truth she fell to her knees, a blood curdling scream leaving her throat, only to be followed by heart wrenching sobs that made Yelena’s heart shatter further along with her sisters.

Yelena followed the splattering of your blood, expecting to find you, and not wanting your wife to be the first to, but the splattering was never ending, and the further she limped, the more her heart skipped within her chest, and her speed picked up until everything stopped. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, a piece of your jacket sat atop a branch, your bracelet you used to alert Natasha lay broken in the snow, and a few paces ahead of her lay a stain of oil, and corresponding wheel imprints., “Oh God.”

“Natasha! My dolzhny idti! Ona u nikh!.,” she shook her shoulder, but it was of no use, the redhead wasn’t in much of a responsive state. So just like she’d done for her minutes prior she got her onto the snowmobile and drove as fast as she could while unfairly cursing you., “This wasn't cool Y/N... So not cool at all.”

(We have to go! They have her!)

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❤️ Kaitlyn😳

[mistyhollowcottage]

what kind of maniac hands an infant a screen? don’t they know anything about child development?! the american pediatric society recommends no screens under the age of THREE

Oh don’t even get me started. Every single person I spend time with (10+ families) have children under the age of three and every single one of them tells me all about Bluey and miss Rachel and coco melon and how great they are for distracting your kids to get stuff done or drive places. I’m coming to learn that people really aren’t okay with hearing babies cry, but babies do cry! They cry a lot! It’s their only way of communicating. Babies will fuss when you put them in the car seat and they might have a bad day and need you to carry them or wear them around while you do stuff. Babies need their parents. Putting a screen in front of your child to distract them is not parenting it’s pacifying and it will bite you in the ass when they’re inevitably diagnosed with adhd and god knows what else because you never taught them to self regulate. And I don’t want anyone coming at me saying “screens can be educational!!” You know what else is educational? Spending time with mom and dad, listening to people talk, READING, singing, going out into the world. Putting a screen in front of your baby is lazy at best and neglectful at worst and neither raises well adjusted adults.

[hannahssimblr]

It’s been a long time since we were three - Jen, Michelle and I, and nobody else. Really it was two first, them, from the first day of junior infants, when children were seated alphabetically. Smythe sat with Tengu, that was the natural order of things, and for them, that was that. 

Plenty of people stay friends with that first kid from that first day, it’s just how it works out. You end up spending eight years or more joined at the hip with that snot nosed kid who borrowed your pencil and chewed off the eraser on the end, or snipped chunks out of your hair with safety scissors. But maybe, even to small children, a special, unbreakable bond is born from the experience of witnessing one another cry softly into your copy books as your parents reverse out of the car park and abandon you in a new, strange place with twenty-nine five year old strangers. 

It worked out well for them, though, Michelle, who was bullied for looking foreign, and Jen, the tiny, confident child who had mastered the art of the creative insult by the time she could speak. Boldly, she stood up to anyone who said a word to her new friend, and no, Tengu isn’t hard to pronounce, you just can’t read. And, by the way, you have chocolate smeared around your mouth. 

I crashed their party in the autumn of 2002, uncomfortable in my first ever uniform, and made to sit down at the back of the room like an inconvenience with maths worksheets while everyone else participated in their Irish lesson. I didn’t even know that Irish was a language before then and thanked my lucky stars that ten years old was considered too late to learn and rendered me exempt, because the thought alone of attempting to make those foreign, hacking sounds at the back of my throat was enough to make me shudder. 

It was Jen, to my left, who nudged me, “are you dyslexic?”

“No, I'm American.”

“What are you doing here then?” 

“I moved.”

“Why?”

I was grateful when the teacher told us to pipe down, because I wasn’t really sure how I was going to answer anyway, but it was only a minute before a piece of folded paper landed on my desk. 

A note.

Did you ever go to Disneyland? Yes No

I circled yes and tossed it back at her. Of course I’ve been to Disneyland, like, five times. My great aunt took me on every single birthday, and I went on all of the rides I was tall enough for. 

The notes didn’t stop, one after another, question after question, and I shrunk a little under her curious gaze at the desk next to me, not really ready to be observed with such intensity, but it didn’t matter what I wanted. Jen wanted answers. 

“Do you have Coronation Street in America?” She said, trailing me into the yard as I tried to find a secluded spot to eat my sandwich.

“Hm? Where’s that?”

She giggled, “What about Quality Street?”

“Are they, like, kinda the same thing?”

“Do you know any WWF wrestlers?”

“I know them on the TV, I guess.”

“But not in real life? Have you met any celebrities?”

“Um, I saw the guy who played Screech on Saved by the Bell one time.”

“I dunno who that is. Anyone else?”

She could be pretty annoying, but disarming and easy to warm to nonetheless, but it was never Jen that was the problem.

It was her best friend Michelle. 

Michelle Tengu didn’t really talk. Kids in the class would try their best to make her say something, they’d ask her if she was mute, which she wasn’t, she was too shy to speak sometimes, and when she did her voice was whisper quiet, which didn’t help.

“What?” Our classmates would bellow, “I can’t hear you, you have to speak up!” and underneath the table her hands would ball into fists and her face would burn furious red. 

Usually kids like Michelle were too much effort for me, I dare say boring, even, I tended to gravitate towards loud, borderline obnoxious types but I quickly learned that wherever my new friend Jen went, Michelle went too, so her presence, I would have to learn to accept.

Once I got over my impatience with Michelle’s quiet nature we tended to get along pretty well, she was the perfect antidote for Jen and I, who would often launch into spirited arguments about stupid things that hardly mattered, but she was so good at being diplomatic, logical, making sense of things that seemed so complicated to us but simple to her. Michelle was very good at being right. All of the time. It was one of the interesting things about her. 

There were other interesting things, of course, which I began to discover during the long, humid summer of 2004. Like the way her hair, long, sleek and black, reflected the sunshine, and her pouty mouth and chestnut brown eyes. Girls weren’t gross to me in that way anymore, especially Michelle.  

It was her house where we hung out, mostly, because my house had a fussy toddler in it and Jen’s parents were weird and always made us participate in chores, but Michelle’s house wasn’t perfect either. Her parents were always hovering within earshot of the living room as we three friends hung out, and they made sure that Michelle’s bedroom was always off limits to me. Jen could go up there all she liked, to fetch a CD or a teen magazine for us to fill out the stupid quizzes, but not me. I had to park myself on that pale blue couch and listen to my friends giggling through the ceiling while Rahim grilled me about my education.

“I don’t get why they’re like that,” Jen would say in consolation when we walked home together after another summer afternoon in the Tengu’s semi detached. “They’re the same with the sleepovers, even though they’d be so much more fun if you were there too. I honestly just don’t get it."

But I did. 

And as time went on the girls would understand too, because by twelve almost everything felt different to the way it felt at ten. There wasn’t only Michelle and her pretty glossy hair anymore, there was Jessie and Alice and Amy, and eventually, my very first girlfriend Holly whose friends used to shove digital cameras into our faces when we tried to kiss at the teenage discos, and who would start dramatic, weekly arguments with me over text message if I dared to so much as ask the girl next to me to borrow a pencil sharpener. 

Things became extra complicated when somebody left a handmade card and a packet of gel pens on my desk for my birthday, which I assumed were from Holly, and thanked her, much to her chagrin, because it hasn’t actually been her, no, she’d bought me tickets to see Dodgeball at the cinema.

It was Michelle. 

Holly insisted that I give them back to her, so I did, with all the sensitivity and tact a newly turned thirteen year old is capable of, which is almost none, and left Michelle standing forlornly in the yard holding the card I had barely read dangling limply from her fingers.

It was her, eventually, who launched a campaign against me after many weeks of being an obliging boyfriend, claiming that I was spending far too much time with Holly and her friends and had forgotten all about those who had welcomed me with their friendship when I was displaced and alone at the beginning, but I didn’t think of it like that. I still wanted to be friends with her and Jen, they were my main friends, but I needed to make time for my new friends too. There was only so much of me to go around, surely, if she were so reasonable, she would understand.

“You don’t care about us at all anymore,” she hissed at me in the school yard with tears in her eyes, “It’s all about Holly and her gang now. Well, she can have you, you don’t have time for anybody else these days.”

She ignored all my attempts to make it up to her, and we only drifted further apart after that, losing ourselves to the new landscape, the new rules of secondary school, finding different interests, different people, different music, ways to dress and express ourselves to spend our time until eventually the only thing we had in common was Jenny Smythe, the girl who had stood in place while we swirled around her, a rock in a churning ocean of teenage angst. If it wasn’t for her, I know I would hardly see Michelle at all. I’d never have to think about her. 

But I do, and now instead of her giggling I hear her sobs through the ceiling of the living room.

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Big thank you to @nexility-sims for helping me make sense of this montage scene! It was driving my crazy for weeks <3 <3 <3

[literatecowboy]

Dr. Feelgood

6. Volunteering

Part 1

Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction - please be gentle. Additionally, the reader's callsign is "Feelgood." I have done my best to write the reader as ambiguous regarding appearance, but she/her pronouns and AFAB anatomy will be utilized. I hope for this to be a slow-burn romance with Simon "Ghost" Riley.  Warnings: Gunshot wounds, medical terminology and procedures, mentions of infants, children, and the NICU, masturbation, voyeurism, snuggling. Mild angst, fluff, and light smut

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Your next date with Ghost was much like the first. He’d come into the med bay a little before noon to have his dressings changed, and after you’d finished, he’d put his hand on your lower back and ushered you outside and towards his car. 

“Where are we going? I’m still in my scrubs,” you said, laughing as he helped you into the passenger’s seat and got in to start the engine. 

“Lunch. Nothing fancy.”

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It was a quiet little spot near the edge of a village fifteen minutes away by car. The food was brought quickly and you ate together on the patio under a large umbrella, listening to birds chirping in the distance. 

Your phone vibrating in your pocket pulled you away from watching a stray cat prowl the alley across the street. The number was unknown, but it was British, so you picked it up. 

“Hello?” you asked, resting your hand on your palm. Ghost frowned but said nothing. 

“Hi, is this the doctor who goes by Feelgood?” the voice asked. You frowned and sat up straighter. 

“That depends on who’s asking. Who is this?” you asked. 

“Dr. Whitman, head of the emergency department at the central Memorial Hospital on your base. We’ve had a mild staffing crisis over here and I’d like to request your assistance in the operating room as soon as you can make it,” she said. You didn’t have to think about it. 

“Of course, I’ll be right over. I’ll be bringing you a…volunteer,” you said, looking Ghost up and down, a devious smile on your face. 

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You took the wheel on the way back to the hospital and practically sprinted into the emergency department when you arrived, leaving Ghost trailing behind you and looking lost. He watched as you spoke to several people before a tired-looking older woman came to greet you and ushered you away to the back. You pointed at him as you went through the swinging doors and she looked back and nodded, and then you were gone. 

Ghost sat down on a chair in the hallway, scanning the emergency department from where he was sitting. Doctors, nurses, and other personnel bustled around him and hardly anyone spared him a glance until a chipper young man in a pastel pink scrub set approached him. 

“Hi, you must be the guest Dr. Feelgood mentioned! She spoke quite highly of you, I’m delighted to have you with us for today! Come, follow me and I’ll show you where you can help us out. She made sure to tell us to give you one of the fun jobs,” he said excitedly. Ghost rose from his seat warily, looking back at the doors where you had disappeared before following the young man out of the emergency department and into the greater hospital. 

Several maze-like hallways and corridors took them to the opposite end of the hospital, past countless different wards and departments until the man in the pink scrubs tapped his badge at a scanner and brought Ghost onto the ward they were headed for. And even then there were more hallways. 

Eventually, they found their way to a comfortable, private room with a large armchair, and the man ushered for Ghost to sit, which he did. 

“I’ll be right back with one of the little patients and then I’ll explain to you what to do,” he said with a soft smile before he disappeared and the door shut behind him. 

Ghost sat alone for a moment, wondering where the man had gone and what he’d meant by patients. Surely volunteering would just mean stocking boxes of gloves or writing things down for nurses?

His thoughts drifted to you and how you’d gone back into work mode the second your ass touched the seat in the car. Your voice had gone serious - you’d asked clipped questions about scenarios, diagnoses, and asked for numbers using acronyms he’d never be able to remember without a cheat sheet by his side. It impressed him, really - your intelligence, your skill, your care for others. 

The door was opened quietly and the man in the pink scrubs returned, breaking his chain of thought. He had with him an infant no older than a week. 

“On account of your injury, your friend has asked that we take you on as an enrichment volunteer here in the NICU,” the man said in a low voice, taking the baby from its carrier and slowly approaching Ghost. 

“What…do I do?” Ghost asked. There was genuine concern in his voice and he looked down at the little bundle with nervousness in his eyes. 

“Just hold her. Read to her, if you’d like. These babies desperately need affection - they’re in this ward for so long that it can be upsetting for their development. Just hit the call button on the wall if you need anything.” the man said softly. 

And with that, Simon was handed the baby. 

She settled into his broad arms in her sleep as the man in the pink scrubs left the room, closing the door behind him quietly. Simon gazed down at her little face as she slept, taking in every feature as he studied her. 

His heart stilled and his breathing settled as he focused on being as comfortable of a surface as he could. He looked at the child in his arms and he thought about you. 

Was a dead man capable of love? Could a weapon of war sleep peacefully at night, the woman of his dreams in his arms? Would the little thing in his arms recognize him as the killer he was?

Simon pushed his feet against the ground, carefully turning the recliner so that it faced away from the door and toward the large windows that looked down upon the hospital’s memorial garden. With one hand he reached up and slid the mask up, letting it rest on his forehead. He didn’t want it to scare the child if she woke. 

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What seemed like a decade later after you’d finished surgery, you said goodbye to your patient, the team that had worked with you, and Dr. Whitman, and headed across the hospital to see if Simon had bolted. 

Even once you’d become a full-fledged doctor, you still returned to volunteer with the infants in the NICU every once and a while. It was your favorite thing to do in the hospital and you’d requested it for Simon, thinking he’d appreciate the calm, quiet job as well. 

You found him in the little room, not having budged from the recliner. His balaclava had been swapped for a black surgical mask and he’d pulled his hoodie up and drawn it mostly closed. 

There were two little babies snuggled up against him, one in each arm. His eyes were closed and he was sleeping quietly in the recliner, arms wrapped protectively around each infant. 

“Simon,” you murmured softly, your hands finding his shoulders and squeezing gently. He stirred and was awake in an instant but did not budge. You smiled at him and took one of the infants carefully, sitting down on the other recliner and studying him as you rocked the baby. 

“So, how’d you do? No crying,” you murmured. 

“I’ve needed to piss for two hours.”

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You headed back to the barracks together later that night. As soon as the infants had been taken away, Simon had turned his back and tugged the balaclava back on, returning to his normal self. 

“Get some sleep tonight, doc. You need it,” he grumbled as he walked you to your door, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear absentmindedly. 

“And what’re you going off to do? You need to be resting. You haven’t fully healed yet and if you make that wound worse I’ll fucking kill you,” you teased, unlocking your bedroom door and pushing it open, ready for a shower. Simon only shrugged. 

“Been missing working out,” he huffed. Your jaw fell open and you grabbed his wrist, doing your best to yank him into your room. Amused, he played along, following you in. 

“I’m not even letting you fucking joke about it. You’re grounded. Sit here while I shower and then we’re going to watch a movie. You’re not leaving my sight,” you grumbled. Simon only laughed and pulled out your desk chair, folding his arms over his chest and watching as you headed into your bathroom and pulled the door shut behind you. 

It didn’t close all the way but you didn’t notice as you turned your shower on and stripped out of your dirty scrubs, jumping in as soon as the water was warm enough. 

Steam creeping out from the gap caught Simon’s attention and he dragged his eyes away from his phone. His eyes widened as he caught a look of you in the shower - naked, wet, and glistening. Your hands worked up and down your beautiful body and through your hair as you hummed quietly, your eyes closed. 

Simon got hard so quickly that he was glad he was sitting down. As if to prove that there was no blood left in his brain, he continued to stare, his eyes wide as he imagined creeping up behind you in the shower and pinning you to the wall, fucking you slowly from behind as you moaned his name and begged for more.

He considered raising his phone and snapping a picture, or worse, taking a video. Military self-control won out in the end, though, and he rose quietly from your chair and slipped out the door, shutting it silently behind him. 

Once back in his room with the door shut he sat in his own chair, facing his own dark, empty bathroom, as he yanked his pants and boxers down, his cock springing free. He regretted leaving your room as he wrapped his fist around his length, a low growl tearing from his lips as he bucked his hips into his hand, replaying that memory of you in the shower in his head like a GIF. 

In the other room, your shower turned off. He fucked his fist harder, more quickly as he imagined you bending over to dry yourself, your perfect little pussy exposed as if you were begging him to take you against the countertop. 

Simon hissed as he came without warning, cum covering his hand as your name escaped his lips with a groan. 

He felt dirty when, as he was washing up in his own shower, you hammered on the door. For the thrill of it, he answered it in a towel, feeling his cock twitch again as a look of surprise and embarrassment crossed your face. 

“I thought I told you not - not to leave,” you stammered, your eyes tracing the muscles of his chest down to the lines of his hips that lead to his–

“Wanted a shower,” he said. 

“Then we’ll watch the movie in here,” you said sternly. He complied, holding the door open wider for you. You did your best not to stare at him as he reentered the bathroom and dressed, sitting down on his bed and opening your laptop to set up the movie you’d chosen. 

He didn’t warn you before he lifted you to manually scoot you over when he came back to his bed in only boxers, making you squeak. He laughed as he settled in beside you, pulling the covers up over you both but not touching you further. 

“What do you want to watch?” you asked, scrolling through the list of movies that were freely available online. He shrugged, leaning up on one elbow to watch you. 

“You’re interesting. Maybe we should just go to the med bay so I can watch as you bustle around,” he said with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes and shut the laptop, tossing it to the end of the bed and sitting up fully. 

“If you don’t want to hang out with me that’s fine,” you said quietly, pushing the covers back and trying to climb over Simon to leave. He grabbed you gently by the hips and pulled you down onto him, flicking the light switch above his bed. 

“Simon, what–”

He squeezed you gently, nuzzling your hair and resting his chin on the top of your head, gently rubbing your back as you settled down against him. 

“Of course I want to be with you, m’ just tired. Now sleep,” he grumbled, closing his eyes and going still. You sighed quietly and made yourself comfortable against him, nestling into his chest and falling asleep securely wrapped in his arms.

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