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JUST A SPARK... PROLOGUE - leah williamson

it's never quite as it seems

warnings: death, grief, this is pretty angst tbh

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It rained again. Ever since you had moved to England, the weather seemed to taunt you for leaving the country you actually considered to be your home. Your nonna, your mamma, and even your Dad stayed behind in Italy, and just like that, every dream of what England should’ve been was crushed between your tight fists. It rained. Every single day that you had lived in England, it rained. Today was the tiniest bit better than what yesterday’s clouds had provided. Instead of furious down-pouring that almost silenced your every thought and made the pitches impossible to train on, the water was splashing from the sky rhythmically, staining your windows as it peacefully dropped.

You were sitting on your couch, a mug of tea in your hand that you found oddly comically typically English, watching as the weather let you down once again. You missed Italy then, more than you usually did. Dreams of your summers spent in Tuscany, sitting on the terrace with your friends, sipping on a pearly white wine as the birds breezed past you cascaded in your mind as you stared out of the large, rain-stained window of your living room. Reaching for your phone, you huffed, realizing the closest you could come to being back home was a phone call. Although it wouldn’t be enough, it would certainly have to do.

The first sign that something was wrong was the way the ringing of your phone wouldn’t stop for far too long. There was very little time difference from England to Italy, and if it was an hour earlier, you would have believed your parents would’ve laid down for their daily nap, but it was almost six in the evening and there was no way they weren’t awake right now. When the call was finally picked up, the second sign hit you like a truck. Instead of your mamma’s sweet voice, you could hear a total mess unfolding, a sob ringing through the line, a dish being thrown to the floor.

“Mamma? Mamma, cosa non va?” (What’s wrong?), you asked, panic striking your tone as you sat up, gently disposing the mug of tea to the very edge 0f your couch table.

“Mamma?”, you repeated as any clue of what was going on was still withheld from you.

“Morto. É morto” (Dead. He’s dead), your mother cried, and at once, the oddly comically typically empty English mug fell to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces.

The flight back to Italy was painfully silent. You didn’t allow yourself to listen to music, too scared to listen to anything just in case you forgot your father’s voice. Your train of thoughts was absolute nonsense, to put it into harsher words, but it didn’t matter to you.

After speaking to both Emma Hayes and other officials of the club, most of whom you had never met, you had voiced the will of your mother to be buried in Italy rather than in London, where he had been born, and had taken the next flight out to your home country, ignoring the protests of men who had never truly known your father, claiming they wanted to come with you. You knew, however, that your father wished for more. The legacy he held at Chelsea wasn’t unknown, but you knew that none of the men in suits had ever mattered to him, and that none of them would have known him truly. It was quite ironic- the fact that you were defaming the very club that had raised not only you but your father as well, and that he had only left behind once you had been old enough to live on your own, and watched as your family moved back into the country you so desperately longed for.

Being back, now, felt like a slap to the face. Your mamma was still inconsolable, although your nonna tried her best to pick the broken pieces from the floor and hold them together just to take another weight off your shoulders. No twenty-three year old should watch as their father was buried, but life was not fair and you had no way to deal with it other than to just deal with it. Silent tears crept down your cheeks as you listened to Father Marcus tell anecdotes of your father’s life, and of his career, and you wondered whether he would’ve liked to be buried nearer to his own home. Italy had always been your mamma’s, but after witnessing the agonizing love between your parents for a time that felt far too short now, you figured that he would want to be wherever she was. The cemetery was only a five-minute walk from your parents’ casa, but it was a three hour flight from your flat.

Still, the walk felt painfully long as you followed most of your parents’ friends to your childhood home, and rain began to softly splatter from the sky as you trotted among the crowd. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t fight it, rather grateful that anyone was unable to tell whether your cheeks were wet with the rain or stained by your tears. You wondered whether this was your Dad telling you to get your act together. It certainly seemed like something he would do, and the thought put the faintest of smiles on your lips. Afraid to seem like a mad woman to the rest of the grieving crowd, you slipped past Father Marcus, away from the procession, as you fiddled your phone out of the pocket of your coat, watching as rain wet the screen.

Another smile crept up on your face at the multiple messages you had received over just the past few hours you had neglected your phone.

Most of your Chelsea teammates were sending you their wishes, along with Emma, but what interested you most was a missed call from an unknown number. An unknown English number.

Silently, you glanced towards the front of the procession, seeing they had almost reached their destination as you found your mamma at the very front, weeping in your nonna’s arms. You should be there, right now, with her, but you simply couldn’t.

Instead, you reached to call the number back. The other line picked up surprisingly fast.

“Hello, Y/N. I was hoping you would call me back. I hope it’s an okay time for you”, a woman on the other line spoke. Furrowing your eyebrows, you nodded, forgetting that whoever it was couldn’t see your movements.

“Oh, sí. Yes, it’s a perfect time, actually?”

“Really? Because I was informed by your club that you were… back in Italy. For…”, the woman trailed away, and you exhaled shakily.

“No, no, it’s okay. I just saw your call, so…”, you tapped your foot against the wet pavement rhythmically, eager to know who you were speaking to.

“Well, it’s Sarina Wiegman here, I’m sorry. I should’ve started with that. Anyways, I was wondering whether you would be interested to join the Lionesses for the Arnold Clark Cup, this year. I know of your circumstances right now, so I don’t need an answer right away.”

You let out a shaky exhale at her words. You had always thought about playing for England, as you had joined both their youth teams as well as Italy’s, while you had still played in the country. They had offered you a place in their senior team far earlier than England had, and although you couldn’t have been sure whether England would ever offer, you had always held out for something. For what, you didn’t know. Although now, it suddenly seemed to make sense.

Your father had played for England, had even captained his country for a short while, and although you had always dreamed of playing for Italy when you were younger, infatuated with their men’s team’s success, much to your father’s dismay, you had not agreed yet. The reason only came to you now. And suddenly, it was so painfully clear.

“Yes, yes. I would really like that”, you smiled to yourself, glancing up at the cloudy sky to clear your teary vision. It didn’t help in the slightest.

“Great! The call-up will be published tomorrow, we’ll send you all the details in an email. I look forward to seeing you in camp!”, your manager cheered, and although it tasted bitter-sweetly in your mouth, you voiced your excitement as well before hanging up the call.

You would play for your father’s country, if all went to plan. You would finally step into his footsteps. You would continue his legacy, whether you really wanted to or not.

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gejo333 · 10 months

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A Misunderstanding III

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 4

Father Miguel O’Hara x Mother Spider-Woman

Summary: Your relieved that Miguel wants to be Mateo’s father, but after all the drama and heartbreak could your tender heart love what once was?

Sorry for the late update! I haven’t been sleeping well the past few nights and I needed a break from writing. But I made sure to make this chapter a long one!!

There is an 18+ scene at the very end, so if you are uncomfortable skip passed it.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Hope you enjoy!💕💕💕

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You awoke to the smell of coffee and French toast as you slowly exited from bed. Checking the clock, you look to see the time. You only had 30 minutes to get Mateo to school. Getting clothes on, you rush out your door and see your awake and dressed son sitting at the counter, eating a slice of French toast with syrup and strawberries.

Miguel stood at the stove as he made bacon. Walking into the kitchen, you stand by Miguel, who turns to you, handing you a plate of French toast, bacon, and strawberries. You look up at him with a shy smile before taking the plate.

“Thank you for breakfast. And getting Mateo up and ready.”

“Of course, cariño.” He smiled down at you before going back to the stove. You sit next to Mateo as you kiss him on the head. You notice his face is covered in syrup, so you quickly grab a wet napkin to clean his face and hands up.

You glance at Miguel as you watch his back muscles flex when he moves. You quickly move your gaze from him as he turns off the stove. He places his plate on the counter across from you. Your eyes briefly meet before you look away again, cheeks turning pink as you see him smirk.

Guilt seeps into your stomach as you see him try to remove a crick in his neck. You could have let him stay in bed, but you knew last night would have escalated quickly if you hadn’t sent him to the couch.

“Mamma, why isn’t Papa sleeping in your room?” Mateo’s sudden question made you almost choke on your coffee.

“That’s a good question, papito. Any response, mama?” The grin on Miguel’s face widened as he loved the look on your face when he teased you.

“Why do you ask that, sweetie?” You turn to ask your son as he fiddles with his strawberries with his plastic fork.

“But aren’t mommy and daddy supposed to sleep together? Is Papa not going to stay with us?” Mateo pouted as he looked up at you, his eyes glossed. Your eyes met Miguel’s as you both shared a worried look.

“Of course, I’m staying. Don’t worry about me leaving.” Miguel says as he walks over to lift up Mateo in his arms. His words surprised you at first. But deep down, you were relieved that he wanted to stay. Unless he was only saying that to ease Mateo. Your doubts began to cloud your mind.

“Don’t be sad. You have nothing to worry about, ok, sweetie?” You stand up from your seat and walk over to Miguel and Mateo. You rubbed Mateo’s back to calm him down.

“Does that mean Papa will sleep in the bed now?” You internally groan at the constant questions Mateo is asking. Why was your five-year-old so nosy?

“Yes. He’ll sleep in the bed.” You look up at Miguel as he looks down at you seriously. As if his eyes were hoping your words were true.

“Yay!” Mateo cheered as you chuckled from his cheekiness as you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Now, let’s get you to school.” You say as you grab his backpack, as the three of you head out the door.

Arriving at the front of the doors, Miguel stopped. You turned back to him with a confused glance.

“Aren’t you coming in?” A smile graces your lips. Miguel nods as he follows you into the building. The three of you walk to Mateo’s classroom. You noticed a few moms stare at Miguel, which made your eyes roll.

“Hi, Ms.L/n. Hi Mateo. Are you excited for another day?” Ms. Williams looked at you before glancing at Mateo. Her eyes widen slightly when she notices Miguel still holding Mateo.

“Nice to meet you..?”

“Miguel O’Hara. Mateo’s father.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. O’Hara. I’m Mateo’s teacher Ms. Williams.”

“Alright, papito. It’s time to go to your seat.” Miguel was about to set Mateo on the ground but paused when Mateo clung to his neck tighter.

“What’s going on, bud?” Asked Miguel. You turned to look at the two. Your heart melted at the sight. It was only yesterday that Miguel met Mateo. Still, their relationship was growing so fast, as if Miguel was there the day Mateo was born. Guilt plagued your mind at the reminder that you took the chance away for Miguel to see his son born. To hear his first words, his first steps.

“Will you be there to pick me up with momma?”

“I’ll be here the second the bell rings.” Miguel’s response made Mateo smile as he allowed his father to set him down. Mateo hugged you before going to join his classmates at his assigned table.

Before the two of you left, you made eye contact with a woman who smiled your way as she walked up to you.

“Hi, y/n; I didn’t know you were married.” The woman who walked up to you was a very active parent in Mateo’s class. She’s been spamming your email for a month despite only being day two.

“Hi, Emily. Um, I’m not. This is Mateo’s father.” You smiled at how annoying this woman was. Her eyes went to Miguel as she inconspicuously checked him out, which made you internally scoff.

“I see. I saw you signed Mateo up for soccer. I made a schedule for which parents bring snacks. Will you be able to bring snacks for the team tomorrow?”

“It’s a little last minute to ask, don’t you think?”

“I sent out the schedule last week. You didn’t see it?”

“It must have gotten lost in the other emails you send daily. I’ll make sure to look at it. I’ll bring snacks. See you tomorrow.”

“Ok then. Hope to see you there too.” She brushed her hand against Miguel’s arm. He politely moved from her touch and towards you, which made you grin when Emily looked offended by Miguel’s disinterest.

As the two of you returned to the apartment, you sat on the couch. Those types of moms were so exhausting, to think you thought they only existed in your mommy and me group. Miguel sat down next to you as he rested his arm behind you on the sofa. You couldn’t help yourself from leaning on him. Miguel took the chance to move his arm from the couch and wrap it around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him.

“Un poco celoso, cariño?” Miguel whispered in your ear.

“I’m not jealous!” You turn to face him as you lightly hit his chest, a pout apparent on your lips. Miguel wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you close to him as he gently rubbed your chin with his thumb.

“No need to worry because I’m all yours.” Your eyes connect with his, your face now centimeters apart from his. Your lips gently brush against his, but you pull away, blushing slightly.

“We probably should get to hq.”

“I guess we should.” Miguel lightly sighs. He knows he shouldn’t push you. He knows he needs to be patient to get you back. But your scent alone makes it hard for him not to bend you over the couch and take you from behind.

You walked to your bedroom and opened your top drawer to pull out your suit. After putting it on, you look in the mirror, surprised that you looked just the same 5 years ago. Walking back into the living room, you see Miguel already had his suit on except for his mask as he pressed buttons on his watch to open a portal. He looked back at you with a smirk as he scanned your body.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Actually, do you have a day pass?” You ask shyly as you bite your lip slightly embarrassed to not have your watch.

“What happened to your watch?” He said as he handed you a day pass.

“I left it back at HQ. I didn’t think I would ever go back.” Your gaze shifts from his remembering the last time you were at HQ.

“I’ll get you another one. Let’s get going. I can already feel the headache coming from seeing those annoying spiders.” He said as he walked through the portal. A chuckle escaped your throat before following right behind him.

Within seconds you were back at HQ in Miguel’s office. Seeing your surroundings made you freeze in place. The last time you were here was when you ended things with Miguel. A hand was placed on your lower back as you looked up to see a concerned Miguel.

“Last memories of this place weren’t enjoyable.” Miguel caressed your cheek as he guided you to look at him again with a small smile on his face.

“Then just remember the good memories made here.” His comment made your guilty thoughts wash away and replace them with happy ones as you exited his office together.

You were speechless when you walked into the main area. So many more spiders have joined in the last five years. You never would have thought there were so many different variations. Walking through, you saw not only people but animals and even a Lego Spider-Man??? You realized you weren’t the only surprised spider, as anyone who walked by you and Miguel were shocked. Either people who recognized you or newer members who were surprised to see Miguel so close to someone.

“Wow, this place has gotten a lot bigger. It’s amazing.”

“As I began to recruit more, I decided to update and expand,” Miguel said as he led you to the new training center. The training center was spectacular, holding all the state-of-the-line technology.

“We should train here together! I will need the extra help since I’ve been out of the game for so long.” You look at Miguel as you send him a beaming smile. The excitement on your face melted his heart as he gazed at you lovingly.

“Are you thinking of joining spider society again?” Miguel asked you as you noticed his eyes crave you to say yes.

“I-I want to get back to being spider-woman. But in my universe. During all my time as Spiderwoman, my New York has never had major villains. It’s been pretty safe. Just even safer after I started protecting it. Even after I stopped being Spiderwoman, crime rates haven’t risen much in the past five years. I don’t know if Mateo’s parents should be risking their lives on missions.” Miguel was slightly disappointed that you didn’t say yes. But he understood your concerns about Mateo.

You noticed a familiar spider ahead, watching a younger spider train as she rubbed her pregnant belly. As you walked closer, the woman turned around and smiled when she saw you and Miguel.

“Jess, it’s been too long.” You hugged her.

“I’ve missed you, girl. This place hasn’t been the same since you left.”

“And omg, Miguel told me you were expecting! Congratulations! Please let me know if you need anything. Though being pregnant can be hellish most days, I remember the little good things from it.”

“Aww, thanks. But wait, you’ve been pregnant before?” Jess’ face turned surprised as she glanced back and forth between you and Miguel.

“Yeah. I was pregnant when I left Spider Society. But I have an adorable 5-year-old son named Mateo.” You showed Jess the screensaver on your phone, which was of Mateo playing in a park.

“Aww, he’s adorable. He’s the spitting image of both his parents.” Jess smiled at the photo before handing you back your phone.

You see a swinging spider in a white and pink suit practicing. The way she moved across the obstacles reminded you of yourself. Until now, you didn’t realize how much you missed being a spider woman. The white spider lowered herself to the ground before the three of you as she lowered her hood. She was just a kid. Maybe these were one of the annoying teenage spiders that irked Miguel so much.

“How was that, Jess?” Said the girl, breathless but excited.

“Your skills are greatly improving, Gwen.” Said Jess as she patted Gwen on the back. The young girl’s attention went to Miguel before landing on you.

“Hi, my name is Gwen Stacy.” She waved hello to you.

“Y/n l/n. It’s nice to meet you, Gwen. For your age, you’re a very talented spider woman.” Gwen thanked you, her cheeks a faint pink as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“Did Miguel recruit you! We should train together! I would love more advice.” Gwen asked you.

“I’m an old member who is just visiting. But I would love to train again. Especially with new members. When I train with this one, he always goes easy.” You gesture towards Miguel, who just rolls his eyes, smiling at your comment.

“I do it so you don’t get hurt, Hermosa.” Miguel pouts at you.

“I’m only teasing.” Like old times, you get up on your toes and kiss him on the cheek. Everyone was shocked, including you. Miguel smiled at you as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, like old times. Jess smiled at the two love birds. She was relieved to see them back together.

“Sorry.” You mumble quietly to Miguel. Miguel lowered himself to your ear and whispered, “Never apologize for doing that. I wouldn’t mind if you did it more too.” His words dusted your cheeks rosy as you smiled back at him before leaving his arms.

“Didn’t think of you as the romantic type, Boss.” Another young spider with a British accent approached. He gestured his hand out towards you and shook your hand. “The name’s Hobie Brown.”

“Did the mission go smoothly?” Asked Miguel, his face turned unemotional.

“It went perfectly! Not a single error.” Hobie said with slight sarcasm evident in his voice. Which made Miguel sigh in frustration.

“Please tell me that someone else did the reports.”

“Pavitr is currently doing it.”

“Good.”

You internally chuckled at the conversation between Miguel and Hobie. Miguel tried to pretend he didn’t care. But you could see right through the tough act. Suddenly a cute red-headed baby dropped into your arms. She looked up at you with smiles and giggles, which made your heart explode from the cuteness.

“And who is this adorable little girl?” You say in a slight baby voice as you hold the baby in your arms. Miguel swooned at the site of you happily holding Mayday.

“If it isn’t the one and only Miguel Tamer. It’s been too long, y/n. Missed seeing you around here.” Peter B. jumped down from the ceiling as he went to hug you. He was about to take Mayday, but she whined to stay in your arms.

“It’s so nice to see you again, Peter! From your new looks, I think I should call you Spider-Dad instead of Spider-Man.” Your joke made Peter and the rest laugh. Even Miguel lightly chuckled when you briefly glanced at him.

“This is Mayday. My spider hearing told me you have a kid too. Welcome to the dad club O’Hara. I’ll buy you a pair of slippers and a robe.” Peter patted Miguel on the back in congratulations.

“No, thank you. I can still dress decently. You’re just being lazy, Parker.” Mayday hopped into Miguel’s arms and started crawling all over him. He caught her in his arms as she giggled up at him. You smiled at the site as you saw Miguel with a small smile. Mayday grabbed a few of your fingers and held them. Even though you have a five-year-old at home, baby fever clouded your thoughts. You did want Mateo to grow up with at least one sibling, unlike you, who was an only child.

“I still find it funny how you’re the only Spider-Man who isn’t funny. We’re supposed to be funny!” Peter caught Mayday as she jumped into her father’s arms.

“I think Miguel is funny in a different way. It’s cute.” You chuckle when Miguel pouts at your comment. But before you knew it, he grabbed you by the waist and shot his web up to the ceiling before swinging across. You clung to his side as it had been long since you flew across the training room. Returning to his original spot on the ceiling, he went upside down with you. He kissed you on the cheek.

“Think I’m funny now, amor?” You playfully hit his chest as he laughs.

“Haha, you’re such a tease.” You say before he sets the two of you back on the ground.

“Aww, young love.” Said Hobie, which earned him a glare from Miguel.

“Jess, would you be able to manage HQ for a week? I’m going to take time off to spend time with my family. I’ll still monitor from afar.”

“Of course. Spend time with y/n and Mateo. Don’t forget about some alone time too.” Jess winked, which made your cheeks go red as Miguel cleared his throat.

“Well, I’ll see you in a week. Reach out if there is an emergency.” Miguel said. You forgot his arms were still wrapped around you as he began to walk and bring you along. His arm around your waist felt like second nature, as if you haven’t been separated for nearly six years.

You waved goodbye to everyone before walking with Miguel to the large terrace, where many spiders relaxed in the fresh air. Going to the ledge, he turned to you as he gestured to you to take his hand. Understanding what he was about to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side as he jumped off.

Your stomach rising was such a freeing feeling that you had missed. Suddenly shot back up into the sky as Miguel shot his web out. The cold wind blowing against your suit felt amazing as Miguel swung through the skyline.

Finally, building the courage to swing yourself, you shoot out a web alongside Miguel. You had a rocky start, almost slipping before catching yourself again. Your small scare sent Miguel into a slight panic. But he calmed his heart when he saw you almost immediately catch yourself.

It was nice swinging across buildings with him again. It had been so long. Even before the two of you officially began dating. You two would have these peaceful swings when you had free time and knew Miguel needed a break from his workaholic tendencies. As you glided above the streets, you did a trick or two, such as needling through the traffic or hanging by your foot as Miguel sent a deep-hearted chuckle every so often as he gazed at your carefree antics.

Miguel swung closer to you until he could gently grab the web you were hanging from and bring you closer to him, chests grazing each other every time you took a breath. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you against him.

Your heart began to take control of your body. You didn’t ware your mask; you wanted to feel the cool air hitting your rosy cheeks. You gently lifted part of his mask, only revealing up to his nose and showing off his plump lips. Miguel leaned his head down and captured your lips into a sweet kiss. Your lips parted from his as you removed his mask, revealing his honey-brown eyes.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Miguel kissed you one more time.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Please let me be yours again, mi amor. Let me take you on a date tomorrow night.” You hesitated. Why does it feel so easy? He finds out he’s a father and bonds right away with Mateo, plus he wants you to. Did you really get such good luck? You take a deep breath before you caress his cheek and plant another kiss on his lips as your response. You feel his smile against you, happy you gave him another chance.

Miguel’s watch beeped as Lyla appeared next to him. “It’s time for you to pick up the cute baby boy from school. You two make such adorable babies! You should have another!” Lyla’s forward words made you blush as Miguel lightly glared at Lyla for fooling around and teasing you. He should really update her code. Pressing a few buttons, he opened a portal back into your apartment.

You quickly remove your suits and walk over to Mateo’s school. You walk into the building as you both wait for him to finish and leave his classroom.

“Mama! Papa! Look what I drew!” Mateo came running out of class with other kids, his backpack jiggling behind him. He hugged you before going to hug Miguel as Miguel picked him up in his arms.

“Look at my drawing! I drew you and Papa.” Mateo showed the drawing. Seeing his drawings in the past, you could conjure out the figure of you, Miguel, and Mateo inside a house and all holding hands.

“We are all holding hands because we love each other,” Mateo said as you briefly glanced at Miguel. You looked at him with a loving smile.

“It’s an amazing drawing, papito. We’ll make sure to hang it up in the fridge.” Said Miguel. You walked out of the school and back home to the apartment. As you walked in, Miguel went to the kitchen and helped Mateo put the photo on the fridge next to a few other drawings. You follow behind as you make small healthy snacks for Mateo’s soccer team. You would have just bought something from the store. But you knew some of the very opinionated mothers would throw a fit.

You decided to make miniature empanadas which you knew how to make as they were Miguel’s favorite as he showed you how to make them on one of your cooking dates. You loved those dates with him. Where you went to his or your home and both cooked a dish.

After some time, you took the now-cooked empanadas from the oven. Good thing you made extra because the smell brought Miguel back to the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Those smell amazing, Hermosa.” He kissed your neck before grabbing one. Somehow he wasn’t affected by how hot they were.

“Be careful. I just took them out of the oven.” He kissed your cheek before biting into it. Maybe his superpowers let his tongue not get burned. You internally chuckled at the silly thought.

“It’s delicious.” Miguel hummed in contentment as he took another bite. After they cooled down enough, you took a bite of one. He was right. They were delicious. You put one aside for Mateo as you pack the rest for tomorrow.

“Let me cook dinner since you made the empanadas,” Miguel said as he began to take stuff out to cook.

“But you made breakfast this morning. Let me cook.” You pouted slightly as he ignored the remark.

“Nonsense, amor. You’ve done so much for me already. You gave me Mateo. Making dinner for my family is the least I can do for you.” He kissed your forehead before he went back to chopping vegetables.

You hugged him from behind as you got on your toes and kissed him on the cheek before you grabbed the plate with Mateo’s empanada. You entered his room as he sat on the floor, playing with his legos.

“Hey bud, I made empanadas for your soccer practice tomorrow.” You sit next to him as you place the plastic plate before him. His eyes widened as he quickly dropped his blocks and picked up the delicious pastry.

“Thank you, mama.” He said as he chomped down on the empanada.

“How was school?” You asked him.

“It was fun! Ms. Williams taught us our ABCs and how to count to 20. And then she read us a book about Spiderwoman before we got to play.” He said in between eating. You smiled as you wiped his cheek where there was food.

“Hey Mama, do you love Papa?” His sudden question made your cheeks pink. The door was opened to his room and right next to the kitchen. You knew Miguel could easily hear with his heightened hearing ability. You knew you were going to get teased by Miguel for this later. Swallowing your pride a little, “I do love him.”

“That’s good because I think Papa loves you too.”

“Why do you say that, sweetie?” You knew Miguel still had feelings for you. But you didn’t think he still loved you, especially after how you left him and hid the fact that he had a son for five years.

“He looks at you with a big smile when you’re not looking, and his eyes almost look like hearts.” You knew your son might have exaggerated slightly with the heart eyes. But you knew the rest was true. Little kids really were key observers. Especially your son. He probably got that from his father, who questioned everything like the scientist he was.

Your heartbeat raced as Miguel walked in with a grin on his face. Oh, he definitely heard your conversation.

“Dinner’s almost ready.” Miguel walked in and sat down. His large frame took up some of the room as the two of you began to play with the legos with Mateo as you let your son dictate the game he came up with.

After eating dinner as a family at the dining table, you all went to the living room to watch a family-friendly movie. Mateo lay down on the rug as he drew with his crayons.

You felt a little cold as you quickly went to grab a sweater for you and Mateo. He whined at first, not wanting to put it on. But finally decided to listen as he let you put it on him. You had also grabbed an old sweatshirt that was Miguel’s that you still had and handed it to him.

“If you’re cold.” You say as you sit back on the sofa next to him.

“Gracias.” He said, putting it on. After a few minutes passed by, you still felt cold. Miguel wrapped his arm around your waist as if he knew, pulling you closer to him. Your knees touched his as you rested your head on his shoulder.

You felt lips press to your forehead, which woke you up from your slumber. Sometime during the movie, you fell asleep on his shoulder.

“What time is it?” You yawn.

“Eleven. I put Mateo to bed an hour ago.” Miguel turned off the tv.

“I’m sorry that you waited.”

“Nonsense cariño. Plus, you were so peaceful when you slept. Why would I disturb such a gorgeous site?” You chuckled at his flirty response before a small gasp came from you as he picked you up bridal style and began to carry you to the bedroom.

“Miguel. I can walk myself to the bedroom.” You said. His response was only a kiss on your cheek as he walked into the bedroom and placed you on the bed.

“Miguel?” You said, cheeks turning a dark red as he hovered over you on the bed. He kissed your lips before trailing down from your chin, neck, to your collarbone between your breasts through your shirt.

“I’ve missed you so much, mi corazón. I don’t think I can last another night without touching you.” He lifted your shirt above your gorgeous mounds, his words, as he kissed the tops of each breast. A growl escapes his lips at the bra trapping your breasts. His pointer finger claw extended as he brought it to the middle of your bra, tearing it in half and breaking your breasts free.

“That was a good bra.” You moaned out as Miguel took your right nipple into his mouth and used his other hand to massage your left.

“I’ll take you to go buy a new one.” He mumbled before he continued to pleasure your breasts. His mouth moved to your other nipple to make sure both got attention as his hand snaked down below your pj shorts as he began to stroke your clit.

“Such a naughty girl. Not wearing any panties. Were you wanting me to fuck you tonight, mi amor?”

A moan escaped your lips before you covered your mouth with your hands as Mateo was down the hall. Miguel removed your hand and kissed your wrist.

“Miguel, we have to keep it down.” You managed to say in between moans as he inserted two fingers inside your wet folds.

“Well then, we’ll have to keep it quiet. I’ll have to hear your sweet moans another time.” He quickened his pace with his fingers inside you. A soft groan left your lips as he stopped giving attention to your nipples. But soon replaced with kissing and sucking on your neck as his fangs graze against your skin, sending pleasure through your body. You clench around his fingers as his continued thrusts created a knot in your stomach.

“Soak my fingers so that I can taste you.” He whispered in your ear as he quickened his pace, curling them inside you. You couldn’t hold down a moan as you came from your climax. You whined at the feeling of being empty as he put the fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Don’t worry, mi amor. You’ll be filled again with my cock. He removed your shorts and tossed them on the floor before taking off his sweatpants. His erect cock broke free from its prison, aching to be inside you as you saw precum leaking from the tip.

The tip of his cock grazed your soaking folds as he gently eased the tip into you. A moan left you as he continued to push himself in. A groan escaped his lips as he felt you clench around him despite you being so tight.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been inside your pretty pussy. You’re not going to sleep tonight, Hermosa.” He removes himself except for the tip before-

Your body jolts awake in a slightly sweaty state. You shut your eyes tight as you hold back a moan. Your core was on fire, begging for attention and release.

You mentally swear.

It was another fucking sex dream.

You glance at the large bare chest resting against the headboard. Miguel sat up as he looked at an orange screen in front of him that projected from his watch. Your thighs squeezed against each other as the sunlight perfectly accentuated his muscles. It didn’t help that he was wearing his glasses.

“Buenos días cariño.” His gaze shifted from the screen to you as he turned slightly to face you.

“Good morning.” You managed to get out. He cupped your cheek and gently caressed you with his thumb. Your eyes widen as you see lust cloud his brown eyes as a smirk appears on his lips.

“Did you have a nice dream?”

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You guessed it. There will be another chapter.🥰

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Here I go again

part 4 to I gave so many signs

summary: Afternoon talks are harder than late night fucks.

warning: present + flashbacks, mentions of cheating and typos

song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)

The Louvre - Lorde Mamma Mia - ABBA (shoot me, I heard an amazing slow piano version of it and got obsessed)

"We heard some noises on the stairway, were you alone?" her mom asked first thing in the morning. The irony that her mom would actually approve of Charles maybe a little too enthusiastically was not lost on Y/N. "Yeah, alone. Bit tipsy, so sorry about that."

Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession

He stared silently. Monitoring actions of his girlfriend and having absolutely clear on the mind what to say to her. Part of him wanted to leave the premise immediately. Part of him wanted to scream out his confession. Part of him was astonished that she absolutely did not acknowledge his absence - did she not notice anything? He must have had Y/N scent all over him, punching through the quiet living room. He wanted her to say something. But she just grabbed her workout bag and casually got to the gym. Left him there, bewildered. He wanted to feel guilty, but the lack of emotion from her part was making a really hard thing to follow through. Was he just an asshole? Or someone who forgot to get out of a relationship at the right time and lived in a stale water?

His now fully developed brain decided to jump on the train to the past and he spent his entire morning checking his phone for a text - and not from his girlfriend. For a man who slept about an hour last night, he was surprisingly fresh and energized. Must have been the three orgasms. A lighting of excitement ran through him whenever he came back to those. And there it finally was, his catalysis for a guilt trip.

I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush Drink up your movements, still I can't get enough

Mood swings were the one to rule Y/N's day. She felt like dancing around. Woke up to an empty bed, which was a shame, but it saved from potentially an awkward conversation, so maybe she actually appreciated the gesture. With a lazy day ahead of her, she could replay yesterday's night over and over all day. Rarely would the sun shine so brightly through her window. But - mood does swing. Even though he was the one to cheat, she was the one cursing herself over and over again. Not because she felt any sympathy for his girlfriend, on the contrary, the thought that this girl got to have, what Y/N only experienced for one night, anytime, was infuriating. Fuck any girl power bullshit, she was jealous and angry at herself for crumbling so easily. She had been happy, content, on the lookout for someone available to date for fun and maybe love. Not fucking with her old best friend only to develop a crush so massive her apartment felt small. Y/N was content yesterday morning. This morning, she was satisfied, and anything but content. And yet, she couldn't help but smile into her morning coffee, while trying to remain casual and normal in front of her family.

Blow all my friendships To sit in hell with you

"We need to break up," he found himself saying in the early afternoon. There was no plan from his side, no agenda about getting with Y/N or anything like that. He just had to get out of a relationship where he managed to be the cheater. The decision was suddenly so simple, just hard to execute. There were tears. Not his. Mutual understanding is the hardest thing to fake.

Y/N really tried to go about with her day, having lunch with the family, catching up and just generally free Sunday vibes. Only problem was that she was all over the place mentally - short attention span, distracted and having trouble keeping up with longer conversations. Head over in the clouds, fingers tapping nervously. In some ways, she couldn't wait to get back to he daily life in London filled with work and array of distractions. There was no hope for her in this town. Guilt and desire punching through her own integrity. It was in the late afternoon when disturbing messages appeared under Charles Leclerc tag on socials, which she monitored in every available moment. When she saw her own front door on one of the headline photos, that's when she lost it completely. Panic set in when she finally came to a photo that the two of them talking in front of the bar, with speculative headlines.

But we're the greatest, they'll hang us in the Louvre Down the back, but who cares? Still the Louvre

She sat in her room, tired, confused and lonely. Social media doomscroll it was then, trying to desperately ignore any photos of them. Her brain got stuck in a loop when she stumbled upon a slow piano cover of Mamma Mia. Not particularly her favorite song. But it spoke of everything she couldn't put a name on. Their joined history, the change of course, the inevitable return and the sudden urge to get it right this time. It was like being possessed. She had to act this time. At least let him know that she got it wrong the first time. She had loved him. The feeling was just so common in her life that she didn't recognize it only after it was gone.

Look at me now, will I ever learn I don't know how, but I suddenly lose control There's a fire within my soul

She had to see him and it had to be NOW. Powered by the lyrics praising delusion, she was not going to let it slip through her fingers this time. Not even sure his old number was still active, she called him, only to end up in a voicemail without any message. His private socials were deleted or replaced and she could't just walk over to his flat. His girlfriend would be there and the thought of it broke her heart. Was her current state of mind only make things explosive and worse for everyone?

There had been many times she'd let her chances pass her by.

So I made up my mind, it must come to an end

Only once she was standing before Charles's childhood home, ringing the bell, she realized that zero thought went to what she actually wanted to say to him. Fear hit her hard. Seconds turned into minutes and she realized that nobody was probably home. Heart sank low. What was there to do now? She had no idea where he to find him.

They'd walked together for hours. It felt so intoxicatingly refreshing after all those months of no contact. If one got lucky in life, they'd understand the type of connection that does not go away with time. But there was something different in the air that evening, as if their usual hang out spot, just above the town had a different vibe that day. She looked him in the eye and saw a look she's seen countless of times on his face. There was a shift in her mind and out of nowhere - what if the line got crossed? Would it be such an issue? She knew Charles would never make the first move. What if? Just to know how it feels. Curiosity got the better of her. This was not the first time she glanced at his lips, wondering what they tasted like. But she knew the feelings he might still have for her was something she could not respond to properly. The thought of hurting her best friend was stopping her from ever actually exploring this idea. But, what if? Just this one time.

Thousand of quick thoughts passed through her mind in that one moment - the last few seconds before they kissed for the first time. She was nervous, but it didn't show. Confidently put her hands on his chest, stepped on her toes and put her lips on his. If she was scared, he was borderline terrified. Never expected her to actually do it. Her warm lips touched his own, but he was still trying to process that her hands rested on his chest tenderly. Stiff and shocked seventeen year old boy stood like a rock, trying to catch up with what was just happening. Both of them have had their fair share of kisses and make outs with other people in their life, but this was one different. Somehow, it was harder to kiss someone who actually knew personal things about you. It was no romantic kiss, once Charles finally started to respond, both of them picked up quite a quick tempo and all of that was more close to a drunken teenage make out rather than an honest vulnerable kiss. And still, his soft lips felt really good, her tongue exploring his mouth was sending him to highs unexperienced before. Just as he started to relax and stopped fathoming what was happening, she pulled away. It was all too much, too real and scary for her unsure self. Afraid of loosing her fake confident mask, she had to stop before she lost herself in this. What even was this? She'd be leaving for university soon, so what was the point.

"Sorry," she said immediately and looked anywhere else but his eyes. Stepped back away from him in order to gain more socially acceptable distance. "I dunno, guess I hadn't kissed anyone in a while, so yeah... But this is wrong, sorry for that." There is heartbreak and then there is heartbreak. Charles felt betrayed, she didn't even give him a chance to kiss her properly. He wasn't ready, didn't expect it and now it felt like his one chance got slipped away from him. Once again, he stood there, frozen and processing. She couldn't stand silence. Scary thing to experience in a difficult situation. "I should not have crossed the line, we're really good friends and-" "No," he cut her off, not letting her play this game again. "That's not true and you know that. I never told you in person, which is a really coward move, but that's on me. But you know how I feel. That hasn't changed and I can't imagine it ever will." His words burned like hot sand. "You're right, yes," she replied quickly and wished she could just make herself invisible for a moment. This was all too much to handle. "And that's why I'm saying I'm sorry. I thought ignoring the subject would help you..." "Help me? Help in what, getting over you?" he had to laugh. Where did her delusion end? Was it truly endless? "I don't want that. Definitely not from you. I want you to open your eyes and give us a chance." One thing she couldn't stand was to be pressured to something and this was strongly resembling that. How could someone else try to say what she wanted when she herself wasn't sure?

"Charles, I can't. I need to leave this place and figure out who I am." "Why can't I be a part of that journey?" he said, broken once again. "We would only end up hurting each other and lose our friendship, can't you see that? I want you in my life permanently, so we can't date." "How does any of this make sense in you head," he replied bitterly. While she waved around these big concepts, the one intrusive thought he had was that she was just trying to avoid telling him, that he was just a bad kisser. Her gut was telling her to run away from this. How is one suppose to resist that? "Charles. This whole thing is a mistake. You don't love me and as much as I'd like to, I don't think I love you." The word think punched through Charles like a knife. She wasn't even sure of that... "Well that's it then," he said, knowing the last thing he wanted was to talk her into being with him and have her run to someone else at the first opportunity. He was trying to control the emotional cocktail mixing within him. Trying get his anger, disappointment and wonder lust in check. He tried to read her facial expressions, but the only thing he finally saw was a little girl running away from mature feelings. Suddenly, he understood. She wasn't ready and there was nothing for him to do with that. His job now was to work on his attachment to her, because relying on her was only blocking his own development.

"I think I should get going, big day tomorrow," he lied and waved awkwardly instead of their usual hug. "Yeah, you're right. I'm gonna stay here for a while, if you don't mind," she said and turned her attention to the stunning view on the mountains, sea and the city below them. To Charles, their favorite hang out spot was ruined. Forever the place where his worst kiss happened. His stomach turned at the thought of that and he knew he needed to get out of there and far away from her immediately. "See you when I see you," he said, walking away. She watched him, hoping the weight on her shoulders would disappear quickly. They didn't speak to each other for more than two years after that.

It was hard to believe, she only came to their favorite spot to reminisce about one of her greatest misjudgement and dwell in her sorrow. But, to her luck, he was already there, looking over at the sea as they had countless times together. Walking towards him felt like walking on a tightrope with the chance of falling down getting bigger with every step.

Mamma mia, here I go again My, my, how can I resist you? Mamma mia, does it show again My, my, just how much I've missed you?

Charles didn't come there to meet up with her. His intention was to run away, to clear his thoughts, come to terms with the fact he had just cheated on someone. Take in the feeling Y/N made him burn with last night. Like some sort of breakthrough - this was they were all singing about. This is why people were able to drop their while life and follow love. It was an old and new love at the same. And that created a complete mess in his head. But when saw a figure coming his way, he knew immediately that she chose this place as well. Charles hadn't been at their spot since the time they first kissed here. Unlike Y/N, who came here anytime she was back in Monaco. She truly didn't expect him to be here - but took it as a sign that there was no way but forward for her. She walked towards him and sat on next to him, joining the view he was getting lost in. No words were shared for the first minute.

Y/N found out only after her university years that physical communication was her way of expressing feelings. Words were a little too messy and hard to put together. So she reached over to gently put her hand over his. She felt him shake a little, but he kept his hand below hers. Which she took as a good sign. Charles was the one to break the silence. "I hope you won't have much trouble online. There are pictures of us circling around," he said bluntly. "I have a very average face, I think I'm good." Charles laughed at her response. "As if." She really wanted not to ask. But the words just slipped out of her tongue. "Will your girlfriend mind?" And immediately after that, she wanted to shoot herself.

Charles took a deep breath. Then smiled bitterly, because what else was there to do. "Do you think so low of me that I could stay with someone once I'd cheated on them?" "Every couple goes through a crisis..." Charles chuckled again. "Have you ever been cheated on?" "Yes," she did not have to think twice about that. "But strangely enough, it was a relief when it finally happened." "See, so you understand." They sat in silence again. There was a feeling in the air like rain was coming. Neither of them moved. "Are you sad about it? Do you regret it?" She took Charles of guard. "Look at you, asking the big questions. What happened to you?" "Grew up, you know. You're not the only one. But don't get me wrong...it's still very hard. Talking." "I can see that," he replied, somewhat amused by her red cheeks. "To answer your important question," he highlighted, making her feel like a school girl passing a test, "I guess I regret the fact I wasn't honest enough to myself before something like that has happened." Y/N got a sudden influx of insecurity. Could it be that he was just unhappy in his relationship and it wasn't about the two of them? She pulled away a bit. Charles picked up on that. But this time, he couldn't put himself on the line first again. Not after what she said all those years ago. "Regret is the worst feeling. I think." "Why would you think?" "It's really hard to get rid of it. It lingers. Stays on." "Is there something you regret?" Somehow, he knew the answer before she did. "Of course. Everyone does." "You're avoiding again." "I know. I am perfectly aware of that." "At least something has changed."

The mood shifted and there was no way back. Charles was about to push like he had never done before. "Y/N. Why did you come here tonight. And be clear, blunt and honest or just leave now. It's been confusing enough even without you." She did not expect him to talk to openly. But she came searching for him, to do the leap, so it was actually appreciated. She started speaking, very slowly. "Um. I was looking for you. Wanted to say...not sure what exactly, but...I guess to let you know that I'd changed my mind. And I understand, you're somewhere else in your life now. But I need you to know." One very impatient Charles spoke when she took a break to breathe. "Know what?" "Charles, you keep interrupting me! Let me just...you know." He nodded in understanding, amused by her giddiness. "I just need to say...When were young, I never realized that the connection we have is special and rare. Stupid as I was, I thought it was just normal and common. And I don't regret not dating you back then. I had to take some time to grow up and understand more about the world. But now I do - and even if you've moved on, I feel like I'm just about to get on this train." He took in everything she said carefully. Tried not to get to ahead of himself.

"Did you ever think of me? Or it this just because last night." This time, it was she who smiled with a sad undertone. Did she ever think of him? Her? Had she spent nights and more nights wishing he'd call? Had she walked aimlessly around Monaco just to run into him? Did she compare every guy she shared a bed with to the times Charles made her feel like she was the only one on this planet that he could see? "One would say it's alarming how often I come back to the days we spent together. How hard it is to be so raw with someone in the same way as I was with you." Charles was slightly overwhelmed by her words. "Look, Charlie, I don't want to put any pressure on you. I had many chances and blew them all. I get it. Just want you to know that this was not a random encounter with an old friend for me." She'd been so focused on the right words coming out, that she missed the moment when Charles got close to her, so his kiss that followed was a surprise to her. Soft and sweet lips touched hers and it was like a release from prison. This time, it felt so right and safe. She didn't want him to end this. But once he inevitably did, fear came in like an unexpected summer storm. Would he be as cruel as she had been back then? Sharing a kiss with her while knowing that he was going to break her heart?

He took a breath in order to speak again. She stopped him with her finger. For just a minute, she wanted to keep this moment intact. To have this possibility of him still having a trace of the love he once had and she now bared as well. "Charles, I know what you're going to say. I can taste the words in your mouth. Please, don't." "So tell me, what am I going to say?" She sighed, slightly annoyed with him pushing her. "You're going to say that you'd moved on and this was just to have some fun. And you know what? Maybe it really is for the better, it was never-" "And this time, I am really going to stop you," he said, staring deeply into her eyes. "It's even harder now that we're adults. I understand that, understand the hardship my lifestyle can bring to the ones closest to me...My love for you never left. Yes, it's way less destructive and I've come to peace with it. But I am also not a scared boy anymore. Y/N, I would like to see you again and not as a friend. I don't think you ever were my friend. But you need to brave and honest too this time. Are you ready for that?" "I want to have all the hardest conversations with you, even if that's all we'd be doing," she laughed, taking in the fact he did not reject her. "I sincerely hope we'll be doing more than that," he said and joined her in easing the tension. "Is this really happening?" she whispered, as if it was a dream. "Yes, I believe it really is."

Mamma mia, here I go again My, my, how can I resist you?

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First Day of School

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

A/N: Reader inserts are minimal in this one. Reader stayed home with Baby Charlotte (aka Charlie) so Willy and Ben/Bean could have some 1:1 time before his first day of school.

☆☆☆☆☆

"Are you excited about your first day of school, Bean?" Willy asked as he walked through the park with his son. He took the day off to spend some quality time with the boy before he started kindergarten the next day.

Ben was slow to respond and fell behind Willy's pace. He stopped and looked back at the small boy. "Bean?"

Ben looked up at Willy, worry clearly etched in his features. He knelt down and rubbed Ben's arm in reassurance. Willy had anticipated some reticence since Ben had never spent a full day away from you or him.

"Papa," he said in a small voice. "Were you nervous on your first day of school?" The boy's lip trembled.

Willy carded a hand through Ben's curly hair, then rested it on his cheek. "Well, Bean, I didn't get to go to school. But, I have had other firsts. And yes, I was nervous every time."

"Like when?" Ben implored as if he could not imagine his papa being scared of anything.

Willy stood and paused to think. "Like my first day as a sailor. I lived on a boat as a child, sure, but that was on a calm river, not the open ocean. I remember standing on the dock staring up at the huge ship, knowing my life was about to change. I hadn't even climbed on board and I was already seasick just thinking about it." They started slowly ambling down the path again. "But, I did it anyway. After some time, I became a tip-top sailor, like I had been doing it all of my life, and got to see places that most people only dream of."

By that point, the pair had wandered to the base of their favorite hill in the park. Willy could see that Ben was still lost in thought. He needed to lighten the mood somehow.

"Hey, Bean?" he asked to get the boy's attention. Ben looked up solemnly. "Race ya!" Willy shouted gleefully and took off running up the hill. Temporarily stunned, Ben stared at him with wide eyes before chasing after him in a fit of giggles.

Winded, they lay in the grass at the summit to catch their breath and watch the clouds lazily drift by. The two took turns pointing out shapes of animals. After a bit, Willy continued his earlier lecture.

"It's perfectly normal to feel those nervous butterflies in your tummy on the eve of change."

"But I don't want anything to change," Ben lamented. "I won't get to play with Mamma and Charlie. I won't get to help you make new chocolate or candies."

"I know it will be different, but you can still come to the factory or shop after school or on the weekends. Your mother and Charlie will still be eager to play with you when you get home. I bet you'll even make new friends to play with at school. You'll find a new normal. Besides, life would be boring if nothing ever changed."

They turned their heads to look at each other. Willy booped him on the nose with his index finger and smiled. "You probably wouldn't be here if I hadn't gotten on that boat."

"Huh?"

"Well, seafaring allowed me to gather lots of exotic ingredients to make magical concoctions that set my chocolate apart from the rest. Without my shop, I wouldn't have met your mother, and we wouldn't have you, my little cocoa bean. And I'll let you in on a little secret," Willy lowered his voice to a whisper at the end. "I was nervous when I found out about you."

"You were?" Ben pushed himself up on his elbows to look down at Willy's face.

"Mmhmm. You made me a papa, Bean. I had never been a father, nor did I have one growing up. I'm learning how to be one every day. It's been my grandest adventure yet."

Ben smiled, then fell onto his back once more to watch the clouds float by.

"Papa?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm glad you did it anyway. Got on the boat, I mean, even though you were scared."

"Me, too, Bean. Me, too." Willy sighed contentedly.

A few beats passed.

"Papa?"

"Can we go get ice cream?"

Willy chuckled. "Ice cream sounds like the best idea ever."

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-next day-

You, Charlotte, and Willy walked Ben to school. Ben was bouncy and talkative, asking questions about your memories of your own first day of classes. The boy grew quieter, though, as the building came into view. He shrank behind Willy's leg as more parents and children gathered at the fence, waiting for the school to open.

Willy offered him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, then dropped to one knee to make eye contact. "Don't be shy. It's alright if you feel a little trepidation."

"But do it anyway," Ben parroted from the conversation the day before.

Willy smiled and wrapped the boy in a hug, "That's right, Bean. Do it anyway."

Ben then gave you and Charlotte hugs and kisses, gathered his bag, and started toward the door. He stopped at the bottom step to turn back and wave at you all. Willy blew a kiss and waved as you grabbed Charlotte's chubby little hand to help her wave back. Tears came to your eyes when you saw Ben turn back to the door, pull his shoulders back and head up with confidence, and walk inside.

Still so small, yet so big, so fast, you thought to yourself. You looked to Willy as he wiped fat tears from his cheeks with his silk scarf. He barely maintained his composure until Ben was out of sight.

"I'm going to miss having him around during the day," Willy said with a sniffle.

"As will I, love. As will I," you replied softly.

Charlotte broke the melancholy with a coo. Willy chuckled and reached out to pluck her from her perch on your hip. "You, missy, aren't allowed to grow up that fast, understood?"

::raspberry::

"I'm glad we're in agreement."

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rottenpumpkin13 · 27 days

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Okay I have been trying to figure this out in my head, and I thought “hey, this person always has fun ideas/prompts!”

FF7 as mean girls. Who is who?

I just picture Cloud as Kady Herron (aka Lindsay Lohas character).

Apologies if you have no idea who I am talking about

Meet The Plastics

*Cloud, Zack and Kunsel walk into the SOLDIER training facility where everyone else is training*

Kunsel: In the name of all that is holy, will you look at Angeal Hewley's uniform?

*They look over and Angeal is glistening with sweat, his uniform stuck to his body*

Zack: Of course all The Plastics have a training session together.

Cloud: Who are The Plastics?

Kunsel: They're SOLDIER royalty—If the HQ was Midgar Weekly, they would always be on the cover.

Zack: That one there, that's Angeal Hewley.

*Angeal is cheery and talking to a group of starstruck Thirds*

Zack: He is one of the dumbest guys you will ever meet. Kunsel had him as a temporary mentor last year.

Kunsel: He asked me how to spell "orange".

Cloud: .....That sounds like a lie.

*Zack points at Genesis, who's too busy talking on the phone. A stray ball of firaga is launched his way. He shrieks and ducks*

Zack: And that little one? That's Genesis Rhapsodos. He's totally rich because he invented Banora White juice.

Kunsel: Genesis Rhapsodos knows everybody's business. He knows everything about everyone. That's why his red coat is so long. It's full of secrets.

*Sephiroth is teaching a group of Seconds correct footwork*

Zack: And evil takes a human form in Sephiroth.

*Sephiroth is now laughing with the Seconds and high-fiving them*

Zack: Don't be fooled, because he may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing, slut-faced ho-bag. But in reality, he is so much more than that.

Cloud: He literally looks so nice?? What??

Kunsel: He's the queen bee. The star. Those other two are just his little workers.

Zack: Sephiroth. How do I even begin to explain Sephiroth?

*Reno and Rude pop out of nowhere*

Reno: Sephiroth is flawless.

Cloud: WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?

Rude: He has two Bahamut summons and a 7ft sword.

*Lazard appears out of nowhere*

Cloud: WOAH

Lazard: I hear his hair's insured for 10 million gil.

*Cissnei also appears*

Cissnei: I hear he does Donbei commercials. In Japan.

*Tseng appears*

Tseng: His favorite movie is Mamma Mia.

*Roche appears*

Roche: One time, he rode with President Shinra on a plane and he told him he was pretty.

*Rufus appears*

Rufus: One time, he punched me in the face.

Cloud:

Rufus: It was awesome.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #crisis core #zack fair #cloud strife

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mlmxreader · 29 days

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Always | Dean Winchester x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ "You're here." "You called. I'll always answer" with dean Winchester please ❞

: ̗̀➛ Dean is always there when you need him, he's just a call away - even though you know it's a stupid decision.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, Mamma Mia references

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You weren’t sure why you did it in all honesty, as it seemed like a terrible idea before you had even pressed down, and now that it was done, you only felt like you had made an awful decision; you would only get hurt in the end and you were more than aware of that, but after staying up all night, maybe your judgement was just a bit more than clouded, and maybe making a stupidly awful decision was just part of that.

Just a small and insignificant part of that that made you feel utterly like shit.

You hoped that nothing would come of it in the end, but when the doorbell rang, you knew that you were fucked.

You gingerly answered, refusing to make eye contact as you ushered in your green eyed guest; he said nothing, trudging into the kitchen and allowing him to roll himself a cigarette before you even dared to follow him.

You didn’t expect him to say anything, not that you would even be able to hear it thanks to your heart beating so fucking loudly as if nothing else mattered; your hands and legs shaking, your stomach sunken beneath waves from which it would never return.

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head as you rolled yourself a cigarette and passed him your lighter; he looked at you, concern and worry evident in those beautiful green eyes, but he couldn’t think of the right words to say.

His Chevy Impala, his beloved car, was parked on the driveway and his keys were chucked on the shelf in the porch; it was as if he lived there, and he supposed, he very almost did. He spent enough time there, at least.

He scratched his jaw as he took a drag from his cigarette, sighing heavily and licking his lips; pretending that he didn’t care even though his eyes portrayed the actual truth.

“You’re here.”

“You called. I’ll always answer,” he grumbled, raking a hand through his hair and humming softly. “I’m guessin’ this ain’t exactly a business call.”

You shook your head, sitting up on the counter next to him as you cleared your throat. “No.”

Dean nodded, refusing to say anything further as he picked up the sound he could hear so faintly; it was Meryl Streep singing on the television in the other room - it sounded like ABBA, but he couldn’t be completely sure.

He knew that film, he kept falling asleep every time it was on but only ever woke up when he heard you singing; he smiled a little thinking about it.

You liked bands like Slayer and Sabaton and Sodom and Slipknot, Rob Zombie and White Zombie, Lorna Shore - stuff even heavier than what he listened to; yet you would always sing along to that film, so happily and gleefully.

And of all things, it was fucking ABBA.

He nodded slowly along to the beat, thinking about all the times you had woken him up whilst you were singing it, and how he couldn’t help but to think that if he were constantly woken up by it, he would never have a bad morning again.

He cleared his throat, hating the fact that it had come to such a thing. “Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong? I have never seen such sorrow in your eyes and the wedding is tomorrow. How I hate to see you like this, there is no way you can deny it. I can see that you're oh, so sad, so quiet, Chiquitita, tell me the truth - I'm a shoulder you can cry on, your best friend, I'm the one you must rely on…”

“Are you singing Mamma Mia to try and get me to talk?” You asked with a soft scoff, and when he nodded, looking rather bashful and embarrassed, you shrugged. “It’s nothing, really. Just a stupid decision to call you…”

Dean swallowed thickly as he shrugged. “Maybe it was just as much a stupid decision to come, eh?”

“Probably,” you agreed. “I, erm, I got cash for the petrol if-”

“It’s fine,” he told you, shaking his head and holding his hand up. “I’ll stay.”

“Dean-”

“You called me,” he pointed out. “You begged for me to come here. I’ll stay, until tomorrow at least, I’ll stay.”

“I can’t ask you to do that,” you said quietly. “You know I can’t.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not getting you to ask,” he huffed. “C’mon, I know you got that… I don’t even know if it’s a chick flick but I know you’re playing it so, erm, why don’t you go rewind it? We’ll watch it together.”

You nodded slowly, reaching for his hand and holding it tightly, your voice so quiet it was almost incoherent. “Thank you…”

“Anything for you,” he murmured. “I mean that. Anything for you, you, erm… you know, that guy in that ABBA thing? The one getting married?”

“Dean,” you huffed. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Oh, no!” He hastily replied, shaking his head and holding his hand up as the cigarette sat between his lips for a second. “No, no, no! I just… care about you a lot, y’know?”

“I get you,” you whispered, gulping and trying to ignore your breath giving you away. “I care, too, y’know, just don’t… don’t go sharing your devotion.”

He glared at you with a frown, knowing exactly where you got that from. “Shut up. What’ve I always said about chick flick moments?”

“Mamma Mia isn’t a chick flick, it’s a musical,” you pointed out with a slight smile. “There’s a difference.”

He smiled a little bit, huffing. “You’re lucky James Bond is in it.”

You finished your cigarette, tossing it in the ashtray and offering him your hand. “Come on, tough guy.”

He laced his fingers with yours, taking a quick look around before letting go and shaking his head. “I just gotta check some things. Salt the windows and doors, y’know. That’s all.”

“Please,” you frowned. “Be quick?”

“Always.”

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