#this concerns my mama mami ok so like

[gulaabjamoon]

my parents are so against divorces it baffles me honestly

[tarjapearce]

Menarche

Summary: Gabi gets her period ~ Comfort ensues.

A/N: Based on a couple of asks in my inbox ❤️✨. (Haven't forgot about them c: Comments or reblogs are highly appreciated ☺️)

The arising time was always at six thirty, school days at seven yet Gabriella had ignored Miguel's wake up calls.

And now it was twenty minutes past seven.

"Is Gabi awake yet?"

You mumbled half asleep, Miguel however grumbled underneath his breath as he took his towel to get himself ready to start the day.

"Let me."

With a sigh he went to Gabi's room and knocked the door. Voice firm yet gentle.

"Gabriella, you'll be late for school."

"I don't wanna go to school!."

That was a new tone he didn't know, a tone that made his bushy brows to instantly furrow.

"Gabriella O'Hara."

His voice didn't mean to sound harsh, but the sniffle behind the door made his sudden parenting anger to melt instantly, morphing into an alert.

"I... I want Mama."

"Solecito, are you ok?"

"God, just get mom!"

Her voice also didn't mean to sound disrespectful, but her emotions were into a raging fit that she didn't know what to feel, and Miguel's urgency only made it worse.

She knew her beloved Papa meant well, but she didn't want him to handle whatever this thing in her hands was. This was something beyond her control, but she had seen you go through it so many times, it was dumb to not call you.

Miguel however just stood there on the door, perplexed. Both at her angry words and the sudden urge she had for you. Not that he bragged about being her favorite parent, but most of the time Gabi seeked him either for advice or random talks, not that she didn't talk or bonded with you.

Hell sometimes you'd stay past sleeping hours talking about little things, she just felt more inclined to Miguel cause he was a bit more lenient on her and let her get away with little things. But this was different.

She needed you and needed you now.

He didn't need to wake you up, since you were already next to him, a concerned look etched on your face.

"Gabi, bebé are you ok?"

Upon hearing your voice, her door creaked open, and closed on Miguel's face. And before you could reprimand her for her attitude, she pulled you in closer and fiddled nervously with her fingers.

"... Mami."

"Wanna tell me what's going on you slammed the door on your dad's face?"

"I'm... Im sorry. I panicked and..."

Her eyes turned glossy, and you sighed while taking her shoulders.

"You know you can talk to us, mi amor. But disrespecting your dad like that isn't right."

"I know" She sniffed and hiccuped, worry blooming in your heart, "I'm scared."

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm... I don't know. I just..." She hiccuped, a soft frown came into your grimace, but instantly widened in surprise upon seeing the back of her pants, stained. Little spots that made the clear colored fabric to focus the attention in the dark red stains nearby her inner thighs.

"Ay, mi niña. Come here."

"I'm all covered in blood, Mama"

Her crying voice only made your heart wrench as you hugged her and wiped her tears.

"It's something completely normal, ok?"

"Is it? It hurts and I just... feel so moody and I didn't mean to yell at Papa."

"I know, mi niña. I know. Let's get you help ok? You'll be fine."

"Does this means I am a woman now?"

"What? No, corazón. You're still a child, ok? Your body is going through natural changes. Now, go shower, take warm bath. It'll help you ease the discomfort in your abdomen."

She nodded but looked nervously at the bed.

"I stained the bedsheets"

"It's totally fine, mi amor. I have stained the sheets too."

"Have you?"

"Yes. Dad always spoils me around those days. And now we get to spoil you too."

There was a nervous smile while she grabbed her towel.

"Can I tell your dad about this? Or-"

"It's ok. You said it's a normal thing, and he's a scientist so... yeah."

"Alright. I'll tell him to prepare you something nice and warm for you, ok?"

She nodded and headed for the shower. You removed the bedsheets, leaving the mattress bare. Thankfully the stains had only reached for the fabrics you now held, and not into the mattress.

When you came out, Miguel's eyes settled on you and the bundle of linens in your hands. The little spots of blood made realization hit harder than a train wreck.

"Oh... She's..."

"Yup. Can you prepare her something nice and warm? I'll get her the pads."

"Is she ok? I mean, feeling ok? I've got some painkillers if she needs them."

"Yeah, bring them over. I noticed she was a little bloated."

Miguel could just nod a bit shocked but his thoughts would be assessed later during pillow talk with you. Right now, he needed to make his little girl feel better and comfortable. He headed to the kitchen as you rummaged into your monthly drawer. Full of pads and tampons, ugly yet comfy underwear, and snacks.

While Gabi was on the shower, you changed her bedsheets for something more plush and warm. Just like Miguel had done for you plenty of times in the past. And when she came out, you explained how to wear the pad, then left her to change.

Miguel came with a tray with a freshly made raspberry tea, a banana and a pair of ibuprofens.

You tucked in Gabi in the sheets and Miguel knocked on the door.

"May I come in?"

She nodded while you sat on the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling, Solecito?"

"Weird and pained. Like a dull ache in my lower belly."

"Its completely normal, Mija. I've got you some tea, a banana and painkillers."

"I didn't mean to yell at you or being disrespectful."

"I know. I'm sorry too for coming out like that."

Miguel placed the tray next to her bed and urged her first to eat the banana.

"It'll help you to ease the cramps a bit. In these times, you loose blood and that will make you tired, moody and even crying."

"Yeah," Gabi gave him an awkward smile, "Noted."

"Bananas have potassium, and it helps to keep the cramps at bay. You gotta drink alot of water, ok?"

"Oh... OK."

"And if it hurts too much, you gotta tell your Mama or me, ok? This is a completely normal thing in girls your age."

"But... Raquel said that her parents told her she was already a woman."

With a shake of your head your squeezed her hand

"Mi niña, a period does not make a girl to suddenly become a grown woman. Again, you are still a little girl that is going through puberty."

"So... am I allowed to play and stuff?"

"Of course you are, princesa! The only thing period changes in you is your hormones. Some days you'll be really tired, other days you'll have mood swings and the like."

"I see."

Gabi took the mug from Miguel as she sipped the tea.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, Thanks you. I'm sorry about school."

"Don't worry baby, Mama's got you. Is your abdomen cramping too much?"

"I... don't know?"

"In a scale of one to ten how bad you'd describe the pain?"

"I think it's a six."

"I see. After you finish your tea, take one pill and sleep, ok?"

"Ok."

Miguel kissed Gabriella's forehead and got ready to work. He was already late, so he took his time, knowing that you'd take care and pamper Gabi.

---

When he returned, the first thing he did after kissing you hello, was to go to her room and give her a little snack bag, with the condition for it to last the upcoming days, along some pads.

Once the night had settled in and everyone was on bed, you could see Miguel on the bed, staring at the ceiling, with a hand behind his back. Eyes too focused on a spot above, thinking.

Until you snuggled next to him, breaking his focus to set his attention on you.

"I'm scared too you know?"

"She's... growing so fast."

"Yeah, I know."

"In a few years she'll be dating and then she'll move out to college."

"Miguel, mi amor, look at me."

Soft and half lidded eyes stared at you.

"I know this means so many things for us, but we still have her. She still needs us. And we will be there until she decides otherwise."

You kissed him and his shoulders slumped.

"I know. Just wished I could stop time."

You gave him another kiss and he curled into your chest, hoarding you in his arms.

"Even though we can't, we can create the best memories together. We still have a lot of time, amor."

"How was she today?"

"Hungry, sleepy and her usual self."

It was his time to kiss your chest and close his eyes.

"I'm scared too you know? I know teenagers are a handful, but we've raised her well."

"Don't remind me."

A little chuckle escaped your lips.

"She's a good daughter."

"One of the best."

"Hm-hm."

Your hands caressing his hair made him sleepy.

"Still, couldn't help to feel I could've done more."

"Miguel, you did your best today. And that's all your daughter needed. She's happy, loved and pampered."

"You think?"

"Yeah. She was literally panicking because she yelled. Don't rack your brain on it. We did good. I'm proud of us. And guess what?"

A sleepy grunt came from him.

"She trusts you. Which is good. Other teenagers don't even speak up, but she did."

That did the trick enough for him to let a deep relieved sigh.

"She adores you. So rest assured that she's not going anywhere any time soon."

"Te amo. No se qué sería mi vida sin ti." (I don't know what my life would be without you.)

He mumbled between sleepy and slurred words. You kissed his forehead with a giggle.

" A mess, probably. But también te amo."

Gabi slept soundly, like Benjamin and Rosie. And so like you both.

In Miguel's office however, there was this little calendar, where all the milestones his family were tracked A new entry was added. He had marked the day as a special one. Gabi's first period .

[random-fandoms-fanfics]

Truely SuperNatural

Please tell me if I got anything wrong, I did my best to research but I'm literally on the other side of the world when concerning Colombia and other cultures surrounding it.

But other wises enjoy. :)

Your body felt like it was on fire, your body almost suffocating itself as you writhed against the solid bed, snapping awake you felt all the pain fade, leaving you cold atop the sheet, gasping for air you squeezed your eyes shut, turning you tried grabbing onto one of the bodies next to you but your hand landed flat against the mattress, feeling nothing. Looking tears flooded your eyes, Dolores and Mariano were right there, holding each other as they peacefully slept with your arm going right through them, unable to touch them.

Crumbling back in on yourself you watched the fluttering golden speaks float around you, randomly dancing in the air. The more you looked at the two the more your chest tightened, your throat clamp shut and the more tears run down your cheek bones, you broke into a fit, loudly sobbing and trying to grab Dolores and Mariano but no matter how much you tried you couldn’t touch them, your bones clawing at the mattress until you collapsed in them, Mariano’s body engulfing you as you continued to sob, only straining your cries when Dolores began moving, trying to cover her ears.

With your head bowed you walked behind the pair, following them outside where breakfast was set up, you watched the family enjoy their meals and talk about the going ons, “bad morning?” Pedro walked up beside you, smiling at his family, “I thought I was alive again,”

“Ah, I felt like that yesterday, Día los Muertos must be coming up, I can’t wait to feel them again,” grabbing the hand of the old man he leaned his head against yours, chuckling as he saw you watching the tiny boy dressed in red struggle to get into his chair, “he’s getting a bit bigger, hopefully time will help him,”

“Oh! my little Samael, he’ll be turning five, on Dìa los Muertos,”

“Ah yes, another gift for the family, I can’t wait to see what he’ll get,”

“... but he’s mine, why would he get a gift?”

“Cause he’s a Madrigal, that didn’t come into the family after five,”

You stood slightly behind your past partners, your hands resting on Marinano’s shoulder and on Dolores’ waist as you watched your small boy dressed in a beautiful white suit stumble his way towards his door, almost tripping on a loose brick, taking too big of a step on the stairs and as he grabbed ahold the candle he stuttered as he took the family oath. When he grabbed the doorknob he was quickly overtaken over by golden light that soon died down to show his glowing door, Samael stood there waiting for it to change and show his gift but nothing happened, “Mama?”

“It’s ok, it takes a bit, just feel,” Samael stood there, waiting for something to happen, a burst of energy, an eruption of emotions, a compelling need to help someone but he felt nothing, turning towards his mother and father he stared up at them scared with growing tears but his face changed to one of confusion as his eyes drifted over to you, “Mami?” he took a few steps towards the three of you, his arms slowly reaching out towards you, looking at Pedro he shrugged his shoulders before gesturing to the boy, walking towards him you reached for him, “Sam?” his tears bursted out of his eyes as he ran towards you, somehow grabbing onto your skirt, “MAMI MAMI MAMI!” he was somehow touching your skirt, pulling on the ‘fabric’ and using you to hold himself up, “Mami, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry,” hesitentily reaching down you tucked your hands under his armpits, able to lift him up into your arms, you stared into his eyes before pressing your forehead to his “my little angel,” he grabbed ahold of your cheeks, the two of you crying into each other.

When he grabbed your cheekbones a swirling mist surrounded you, your form becoming visible to the living around you, their gasps inaudible to you as you pressed kisses to Samael’s face, him giggling in response. As he did his door lit up even brighter, his glowing form becoming etched onto the door with faceless people surrounding him and marigolds on the edges. You watched as Pedro pushed Samael’s door open and entered the dark room, following after him the room began to expand with Samael's presence, the massive room coming to life with colourful flowers exploding out of the walls and floating candles appearing out of nowhere, lighting up the room as they flew around the room.

Looking around the forming room you saw multiple copal incense ignite, their smoky sweet scent flooding the air and drifting out the bedroom door, hearing muttering behind you, you turned expected the living but you got the dead, their golden skeletal forms gaining more colour and becoming more solid, they even regained their flesh, as the unliving walked around the room marigold petals appeared under their feet, covered the floor in the orange petals in just a few minutes. “Where is the music, we must have music,” Pedro waved his hands to the dead, some materialising instruments and beginning to play, with the room filled with music and the scent of copal you began dancing with Samael, twirling as you held him up against your waist.

As you turned towards the door you caught a glimpse of the first living near the room, Alma standing there holding her chest, giving her a smile you walked up to her, grabbing her hand you lead her inside the room, “it’s nice to hold you again Abuela, and I think there’s someone else who wishes to hold you,” as you lead her in, the living slowly made their way into the room, gawking at the glowing people around the room, “hola abuelo, I have someone for you,” after passing her hand over to Pedro’s you went back to dancing with Samael, smiling at them. You were soon crashed into by a smaller body, looking at the person you saw your past wife, her shaking with her face buried into your back, “Doll, you ok?” Dolores looked up at you, showing you her ruined makeup that ran down her face, lifting her up into your arm you nuzzled your cheek against hers, her hands grabbing ahold of your head and tightly holding you against her, “aw amor, I missed holding you,” Samael reached for Dolores, taking her cheek in his hand and moving her to face him, “did you see mama? I brought mami back,”

“Yes mi amor and you did great,” she lifted Samael out of your arms, hugging him close to her, “I’m so proud of you,” sighing in pure joy you felt a large body hug your waist, their face buried in your hair, turning your face was met with a orange guayabera, “hey Mari-” he cut you off by lifting you up into his arms, looking down at her you caressed his face, pulling him up, “hey handsome,” pressed your lips to Mariano’s quivering lips, as he set you down he added Dolores into his hug, holding the three of you against him, “I missed you,”

“Oh my dear,” the four of you stood in the middle of the room, holding each other until Felix ran up to you, yanking Samael out of Dolores' arms and tossing him up into the air, “my boy, my fantastic little man, you are simply incredible!”

“Abuelo!”

“You fantastical boy,” after catching him Felix pressed a kiss onto Samael's cheek, “such a great gift for a great boy,” leaning against Mariano you watched as the rest of the family ran over to Samael, the happiest being Bruno who was surrounded by at least a hundred golden rats who were flying around him. “I hope I get to stay for a while,”

“Why would you say that,”

“The living and the dead can’t stay together forever, I’ll have to go eventually,” Dolores grip on you tighten, her breath becoming shaky, “I’ll still be around, you just won’t be able to see me, or touch me, and we won’t be able to properly talk, I miss being with you two,” collapsing into them the three of you stood together, watching Samael dance with his tios.

Flopping onto the large bed you sunk into it’s soft surface, Dolores crawled up next to you, her face buried into your side and her fingers findeling with your neckerchief, Mariano flopped next to you, bouncing you and Dolores up into the air before he wrapped his arm around your waist, your lips attached to the man’s, him gasping at your mouth until you heard grunting from your left, the three of you turned to the noise and saw Samael clammering up the bed, making it up the bed he climbed over Dolores, lifted and went under Mariano’s arm and ended this by laying on top of you, “oh hello, I thought you wanted to stay up late,” he huffed and dropped his head onto your chest, gain a more happy tune as you petted his hair. Mariano chuckled as the small boy nuzzled into you, shuffling closer to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “goodnight my love,”

“I’ll see you in the morning,” turning to Dolores you found her sleeping, gently snoring, “aww, sweet dreams dear,” getting comfortable you slowly dozed off, your body becoming light and numb.

Dolores opened her eyes, her gentle smile intensely turning sour as she didn’t see you in front of her just seeing Mariano’s sleeping face, about to turn over she caught a glimpse of Samael, floating in the air and slowly moving up and down, brushing some of his loose hairs behind his ear, “my lucky little boy,”

[ceruleanchillin]

5 Day Stay

| Or, Angel down bad for a week |

Angel x F!Reader

Warnings: language, infidelity, Angst (?), lil bit chili spice at the end

Mon:

Angel felt he was too young to consistently feel so bone-tired, yet that’s how his day had been ending for weeks now. Sometimes it was all he could do to get off his bike and make it to the door, only to have to rest his head against it to prepare to make it to the couch and collapse.

Tonight was one of those nights, and he wanted to be dead to the world until it dragged him back into it.

It was the smell of mixed spices that hit him first. It felt like he was in suspended animation, and slowly being released as different things started to register to him.

His TV was on, someone was rummaging through his kitchen, and music played faintly from his desk. Thinking back to the last time an unwanted guest was in his kitchen, he placed a hand on the holstered knife fastened to his back.

The fridge door closed, and you appeared in the window, eyes focused intently on whatever you were cooking on the stove.

He exhaled, feeling like complete shit. It only spoke to how weary his mind was that he could forget you were staying with him for the next week. Especially after the conversation that led to it.

“I don’t know Angel…really I can afford a motel for a few days.”

“Here? Rusted-through pipes will be the last thing your landlord is worried about when you bring back bedbugs and shit.”

Your eyes had widened at that, but still you brought up the thing that had been chained to your hesitation. “I mean….do you think it’s ok to do this? After we…Nails..Ang-“

He remembered a flash of irritation, more so at himself than you, when you said that. “Yes querida, fuck. If you’re so scared, I most likely won’t even be there the way things are going. Nails is out of town til’ next weekend…”

“Relax Ignacio.” you had cut your eyes at him, and he’d felt his dick jump like it did whenever you gave him attitude. “I’m just not trying to be a problem.”

Your voice calling his name brought him to the present. He caught the last part of your statement, that you didn’t know he’d be back.

“Yeah, we got in earlier than expected.”

“While you’re standing there like a weirdo, let me shame you real quick. How does a man in his thirties still have the kitchen of a frat boy?” You leaned on the sill of the divider. “You’re lucky I already knew you were sad in the kitchen. I had to bring my own tagine.”

He stepped into the kitchen, his stomach coming alive with interest. “One, I don’t know what that is, two, I can’t help it if the kitchen isn’t my preferred room of work.”

He peeked over your shoulder, but the unique pot kept him from seeing what you were making.

“Neither is the bedroom, unless that work is piling up dirty laundry.” you stuck your tongue out at him and turned back to your simmering dish.

“Ha ha. Dinner and a show, she does it all folks!” he collapsed at the table, the day catching back up with him. “Should put your ass on the club’s payroll. End the cashflow problem real quick.”

You turned to him, concern etched on your face. “I heard from Hank about that…sorry. I know now isn’t a great time for that at all.”

Things got awkward like they always did when you referenced the recent changes of his life. He wasn’t sad about getting another chance at fatherhood, this one more tangible than the last. However, he wasn’t entirely sold on everything he’d accepted along with it, and he was pretty sure you at least suspected that. It threw the previously comfortable confusion that was your relationship off track when it was touched on.

“No, it’s not.” was all he could manage.

It was quiet for a beat, the simmering of the food and quiet Neo Soul the only sounds.

“Well,” you started, turning off the burner. “At least you don’t have to eat like a ‘we got food at the house’ meme for once.”

He laughed, a genuine and needed laugh. “Ok, you know what? Keep talking about my pantry stocking skills, and I might take it personally.”

The rest of his night went that way. Anytime you and Angel got together, things were just…easy…better. You spent the evening eating in front of the TV (Angel getting all the way to thirds for what turned out to be olive chicken and roasted potatoes), trading jokes, and going over the finer points of Golden Girls. Angel learned you took it very seriously, and mocked you for being “old”.

It wasn’t until you were nodding off, and he was left with his own thoughts, that he realized he hadn’t enjoyed coming home this much since he moved in.

Tues:

Angel had dreamed he’d been back in his childhood home, but as a grown man. There was music coming from his parent’s room, and when he got to the doorway, his mom was at her dressing table. She hummed along to the soulful seventies music and smiled at him from the mirror. She said something, but he couldn’t make it out, and woke up in the frustration.

He jerked up from his position on his stomach, and slowly came to. With a grunt he wiped his hand down his face, glancing at his phone to find it was six in the afternoon.

It then occurred to him the music wasn’t just in his dream, it was coming from his bathroom. He got off the couch and followed the sound.

“Hey coma head.” you grinned at him from where you were doing your makeup.

He shook his head, trying to let go of the last vestiges of the dream, and how eerie the scene before him was.

He focused instead on the nightmare of products and alien looking tools surrounding you.

He kind of liked the mess, even if he couldn’t see the counter anymore.

“Hey hurricane Ulta.”

You made a face that was a cross between being amused and suspicious. “You sleep in your jeans and buy your shirts in pack form. Don’t act like you know what that is.”

He made a face of mock offense. “That’s so classist.”

This time you paused completely in you what you were doing and twisted your body to meet him. “Uh oh…let me find out you’re actually learning something from EZ.”

“Angel Reyes can know something about something, damn.”

You laughed, lowering your hands from where you’d been lining your eyes to avoid a mistake. “I’m only teasing you Angel Reyes.”

“Looks like you plan on teasing more than me. Some clown is gonna get his hopes and tiny dick up for nothing.”

“There’s this new club in the city that Belinda’s getting us into. It’s bad luck to buy your own drinks on the first night at a new place.” you adjusted the bodycon mini-dress for emphasis. “You doing anything?”

“Club shit.” he started picking through the products, sniffing them every so often. “Then I think I’ve got a call with Nails at some point.”

“You think?” you popped his hands when he got too close to the good stuff, or the things you were using currently.

“Yeah..I think.” he shrugged, only realizing how short he sounded when you winced.

He didn’t know why he got so annoyed when she was brought up around you. He wasn’t like that with anyone else, and he knew you were only trying to support his incoming changes.

“Ok..”

Awkward silence settled in before he found the words to break it.

“Why do you wanna know? You want me to be that clown?”

“Never.” you pinched his cheek, tone pure saccharine jest.

He muttered in Spanish, stepping around you to the toilet.

“Angel!” you exclaimed.

“What?! It’s my bathroom, I have to piss.”

“You better never make me angry Reyes, I could end your whole Casanova game with ease."

Wed:

“You holding on a little tight there mami!” Angel called over his shoulder with a laugh. “You said go fast."

“Shut up!” you giggled, but he wasn’t lying.

You’d asked Angel to take you to work on his bike since even though you spent so much time with bikers, you hardly got to ride one. You were going to the same place anyways. He had been all too happy to shake up his commute, but your speed challenge took it over the top.

He didn’t know how you were up so early, he personally felt like the bags under his eyes were like a PEZ dispenser. You’d gotten in at two am, and still got up with him at eight.

He loved watching you in the morning, you managed to be cheerful without being obnoxious, and it worked better than coffee for him.

He loved how much he was learning about you.

As he pulled onto the street beside the cafe you’d asked him to stop at, he felt your arms uncoil from around him. He may have pretended to shift just to make you pause and hold him a few seconds longer, but he wasn’t going to acknowledge that.

“I didn’t scream, and I’m not shaking, so you still have to buy my breakfast.” You unclipped your helmet, grinning the whole time.

You looked so pretty to him, with the sun hitting your eyes and hair just right. He could catch you at just the right moment, and you’d look so gorgeous, he struggled to believe you were real.

He cleared his throat, afraid his voice would crack if he didn’t. “Fair enough, come break my pockets then.”

You laughed, squeezing his chin and pointing out his pout. “You don’t even have to tell me once sir, I know my worth.”

Once inside, he trailed after you to the counter, using your head like an arm rest when you reached it. “That’s good.”

“Boy!” You swatted his hand away, and it was his turn to laugh at your adorable pout.

“New bet,” he stepped around you while the customer ahead of you wrapped up. “If I get your entire order just right, you buy lunch.”

“Deal.” you leaned on the counter, eyebrow raised at him in challenge.

Angel knew the best part of his day would be watching your expression go from smug to shocked out of the corner of his eye. He nailed every pastry, the iced coffee, and their preparation with ease.

The simultaneously impressed and amused barista looked to you for confirmation. She got a shocked nod in response.

“I know my worth too mama, so don’t skimp on lunch.”

“Fair enough.” You shook off your shock as you repeated his earlier words and shrugged. “Can’t complain I guess. I trained my work husband too well.”

He scoffed loudly, and the two of you went back to swapping smart ass barbs while he tried to ignore the lingering dip his stomach did when referred to him as “husband”.

Thurs:

Angel was a grown man, with years of grown man experience, yet he was sitting on the edge of his bed feeling like a teenager again.

The end of your stay was nearing, and every time he thought about you going back home, he felt weird. He was pretty sure that’s why he’d been a little snappy and annoyed easily at the club the past couple days. He just wasn’t ready to delve into that too much.

Regardless, he had to admit you had some growing effect over him. All morning, while he should’ve been resting and preparing for a charter visit, he was fighting off hard-ons thanks to you.

“Can I borrow your kitchen for the day Angel?” He mimicked your voice in a nasally mocking tone. “I’ll save you some when I’m done baking.”

He’d thought nothing of it when you asked the night before. Really didn’t even feel like you had to at that point.

He realized why when he saw that the desserts you were making for your friend’s brunch were elaborate as hell. The effort took all your attention, and unfortunately for him, his too.

You were baking a lot more than dessert and didn’t even know it.

Now he was hiding in his room, fighting off arousal he knew wasn’t appropriate. You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

That didn’t change the fact that you in a short silk lounge set, singing in French (how the hell did you know French?), doing domestic things in his home, did it for him.

He ran a hand over his hair, still damp from his cold shower, and forced himself to finish getting dressed. He had to be ready to face a room of dangerous bikers and prove his patched in worth. He couldn’t be thinking of weird little fantasies and parallels to his parent’s marriage.

He must’ve zoned out again, because you startled him enough to almost make him hit his wardrobe.

“Oh my god Angel try this! I think I did magic.” You excitedly thrust a red cookie his way.

Angel took the offered treat, and found it was a red velvet cookie. “It’s fucking good mi dulce.”

“Really?” You looked so hopeful, so beautiful, that he would’ve lied if the situation called for it.

“Yes, but you know you kill it in the kitchen.” He turned away to put on the flannel he’d fished out.

Now you were in his personal space, smelling amazing, and all his senses were under attack. He couldn’t trust Angel jr. at the moment.

“Baking is different. It’s a whole thing for me...I go all in.”

“I noticed your little Broadway production in my kitchen.” He kneeled down, pretending to look for his shoes as something to do while you were there.

“Don’t shame me.” You pressed your foot into his back, gently pushing him. “It makes for better results.”

‘shit.’ He cursed mentally at the contact.

Luckily, he heard you turn to leave the room. “Oh, EZ said to tell you to hurry up or pick up your phone.”

He rose up once you were gone and checked his phone. Sure enough, he had several missed calls and texts from Gilly, Coco, and EZ. He cursed aloud this time and finished getting ready, determined not to get distracted again.

Of course, his boys having to physically come in and get him when he did just that destroyed that promise.

Fri:

It had come down to the last night of your stay with him, and what he thought was a favor to a good friend, turned out to be more for his benefit.

The hell with the club seemed so far away when he was home now, and he’d laughed more times that week than he had the previous few months total.

Tonight though… Tonight had him so in his head he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

You, sensing something was going on with him, had invited EZ and Felipe to dinner. He didn’t know how you got the latter to agree, his dad had never even been in his home before, but you did it. It went over a hell of a lot better than the last time they tried it too.

The missteps that reared their head when his family tried to talk to each other at length were mitigated by you. You were the perfect buffer, able to get them to engage with you and then each other.

He saw his family in an unfamiliar, but favorable light. His father was actually enjoying his time with him in his house. He knew that night wouldn’t have happened if not for you.

Now, as he distractedly dried the dishes you’d washed, listening to you hit all of the high notes in Loving You, it hit him.

‘She should be my wife’ the thought came so quick, and was so loud he almost jumped, confused if it came from him or someone else.

“Hey dishwasher-less!” you nudged him with your hip. “Move those hands.”

“Why can’t we be a thing?” he blurted.

You dropped the silverware you’d been washing, eyes wide and focused on him. “Um..excuse m-…what?”

He knew that wasn’t the most tactful way to introduce his thoughts to you, but it was his way. Fuck…he didn’t even understand them fully himself.

“You heard me querida,” he put the dish down on the counter, turning to you. “When I stayed with you that weekend that my head was all fucked up-“

“Angel.” your tone made it a warning, but he kept going. He was never afraid of a challenge.

“I was inside you so much that weekend I forgot that’s not how I came in this world. I can’t believe I’m saying it out loud, but I felt home cause I was with you-”

“Stop it!” you hit the sink, rattling the contents.

“Fuck that!” he shouted back, startling you both. He stayed silent for a moment before speaking in a calmer tone. “Fuck that. Why can’t we talk about it? Why couldn’t we talk about it then?”

You didn’t say anything, but he saw your chest heaving with adrenaline, and realized you were just as affected by the conversation as he was.

“You just decided it didn’t matter and put it in this space we can’t touch now. It’s all fucked up!”

“Because,” you hissed. “If you remember, it was all over that Adelita chick, and I don’t know what kind of hold she has or had over you, but it was deep.”

He cringed at that, and turned his attention to the light fixture over your head, unable to meet your heated gaze.

“Whatever feelings I have for you Angel, I put them away in a place where I can still be your friend and keep things in perspective.”

“Feelings you have for me?” he latched on to the lack of past tense, hopeful.

You inhaled sharply. “You are having a baby and just got engaged. What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing..I mean a lot, but nothing to do with this. I know-“

“I know,” you pushed away from the sink and reached up to cup his cheeks. “That you’re scared Angel. You’re scared, because you’re gonna take two steps you’ve never taken before at once, and you’re trying to sabotage it.”

He shook his head, taking your hands from his face and holding them tightly in his own. “No..mi dulce, no. I’ve been struggling with this all week, longer if I’m being honest. Tonight sealed it.”

You snorted humorlessly, looking around the kitchen as if something in the room would help you get through to him. “I cook you some big boy meals, and treat your speakers to some musical taste, and you’re ready for vows?”

“Don’t put this all on me. Tell me you don’t feel it. Right here and now, to my face.”

He watched your expression soften, and let you put one hand back on his face, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. “Ok, I can’t do that, but I also can’t just fall into a situation with you either.”

He scoffed and shook his head. “We both know we didn’t just fall into anything. We sat here and let it build and didn’t say shit, and now I have to. This week just made it too real not to.”

He placed his forehead to yours, his own hands cupping your face. “Please…”

He watched you have an internal battle by your changing features before you finally leaned into him. The moment you did, his lips were on yours.

He knew it was more than just a kiss a few seconds in. Everything he’d felt that the previous week was alive and confirmed between you too. He could feel you telling him you had moments like his own.

He palmed your thighs under your sundress before grasping them tightly and lifting you up. He placed you on the counter while you two separated for air. Your chests heaved in unison, and neither of you had to say you wanted the other touching you again before it happened.

He gripped your hair, tilting your head back for access to your neck. The smell of vanilla and cocoa butter surrounded him as he worked his mark all over your skin.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pressed yourself against his jeans.

He hated he couldn’t feel the heat he knew was emitting from your core through the thick material of his jeans, and slid his other hand up your thigh to your panties.

Your entire body twitched when he ran his fingers over you through the thin cloth. It wasn’t just hot it was soaked.

“You need me that bad mami?” he pulled away from your neck, satisfied with his work, and beginning to work at his jeans.

“And quick.” you breathed into his ear, your tone and the sensation making him shudder.

The ache against his jeans didn’t need to be told twice to find its way into your heat. He slid your panties to side and pressed his thumb against you. You jumped, whimpering your need again, and he pulled your panties way from you.

You’d gotten them around one ankle before he was inside of you, and they were no longer your focus.

You clung to each other so tightly there’d be evidence on both of you.

In the quiet, he wondered if your mind was racing with the same thoughts that his was. What now? How do we get this again?

He pressed kisses to your cheek just as he started to move. You inhaled, your nails sliding down his back. Not quite catching the skin, but enough to set him on fire all the same.

He mapped out a rhythm by your whimpers and how you grasped at him until he crafted the right one.

This was the conversation he’d needed. Every thrust from him, every cry from you, every bit of give and take to heighten the other’s pleasure. The two of you were admitting that everything that was between you was deeper, realer than you’d wanted to admit. He loved you, and you loved him, and you were engraving that on one another.

The flirtation, the way you could be yourselves around each other, the heatless jabs. Good friends was always a ruse.

Your face was buried in his neck, and when he felt dampness he knew came from your tears, he hiked your legs higher, moving deeper.

You cried out so loudly it echoed in the kitchen, drowning out the soft crooning of an eighties songstress.

“I know baby, I feel it too.” his voice was choked by the threat of tears of his own.

He’d never been here before. Not with Adelita, not even close with Nails. He was terrified. Terrified for it to end because he never felt so good. Terrified for it to end because it might never happen again.

“Angel..” your voice sounded so small, but it was strong enough to anchor him back with you. “I’m close, I’m so close.”

“Let go,” he encouraged. “Let me have it querida.”

Your body seized up with your release, his name the only thing he caught in your unintelligible babble.

You clenched up repeatedly in the aftershocks, and that drug him over the edge with you, biting your shoulder.

His vision tunneled, pinpricks of pleasure traveling up and down his spine. Your hands smoothed up and down the area, and he realized it was because he was shuddering.

He gripped the counter for support, pulling back slowly. He was searching for a way to ask if he’d changed your mind, but the act hadn’t made words for his thoughts any easier to find.

It didn’t matter, before he could even speak you stopped him. Your eyes were glazed over with tears that had nothing to do with pleasure this time.

“That was all that I can give you Angel. It’s not right, none of this is, but it’s all I can give you.”

AN:

Am I the only one who wishes she had reference photos for their home/club layouts? Lol, it’s such a weird non-factor thing, but still. From memory, I’m pretty sure Angel only has one bedroom though.

No shade, no hate but this was partially inspired by how over Nails Angel looked when she was putting her back into it….🥴

I played with a few canon-timeline things + knocked the dust off my smut writing ability (I’m going under my humiliation rock now, no calls plz)

[ducksisthebest]

2021 EoA Discord Ship Appreciation Week Day 3

Day 3: Childhood AU/Growing Old Together

"Ay! Mateo! Can you come down and help your mama with something?" Rafa called out.

Mateo came rushing out of his room, almost tripping down the stairs, and in front of his mama. "Yes mami?"

Rafa fixed little Mateo's shirt collar before asking, "Could you go down to the chocolate shop and buy some for me? I'm making chicken mole for dinner and we don't have that much chocolate around."

"Yes mami!" Mateo did as asked and went out the door.

Mateo wasn't one to got outside often and mostly stayed down in the basement or in his room, studying books about beginner's magic. Going down the hill, Mateo looks around at the scenery just right outside of his house. While walking, Mateo jumped back as he heard rustling in the bushes. He slowly approached the bush with a stick before he poked the bush a few times. A muffled giggle was heard behind the bush, and then-

"Boo!" A little girl called out, scaring Mateo as he fell to the ground. The girl looked around, probably looking for someone else until her eyes landed on Mateo who was laying on the ground with his arms in front of him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" The little girl asked in concern as she kneed down to Mateo and gently moved his arms away from his face.

Mateo shyly looked up to see a girl probably his age looking at him in concern. "Y-Yea, I'm okay."

The girl's face visibly relaxed as she lifted herself and Mateo onto their feet. "I'm sorry again, I thought you were my cousin Esteban. We were playing hide-an-seek, but I think I should get back to my abuela's chocolate shop."

"Oh! I was heading there too." Mateo replied as he looked at her closely, the girl had warm chocolate eyes while wearing a red off the shoulder dress.

The girl watched him for a second before happily responding, "That's great! You can come with me to there!"

"Ok" Mateo said before introducing himself, "I'm Mateo."

"Oh, hi Mateo! I'm Elena."

"Wait, you're the princess!" Mateo said in shock before dropping down into a hasty bow.

Elena looked a bit uncomfortable before reaching her hands to his shoulders and pulled him back up. "Please, you don't need to do that. I'm not one for formalities, we're best friends!"

Mateo looked perplexed, he probably knew she would consider him as a friend but 'best' friend? "You're calling me your best friend?"

"Of course! I mean, I'm pretty open to anyone so yes!" Elena said with a smile.

Mateo was pleased that he was considered her friend, even more so a best friend. He didn't have that many friends other than Naomi since she protected him from bullies who didn't like Mateo because they thought he was a nerd or a dork. Since he was more of a keep-it-to-yourself kind of kid, he was bullied often in school. As he thought more about it, the more his smile fell, Elena must've noticed this as she placed a comforting hand on Mateo's shoulders.

"Hey, are you okay Mateo? I don't remember seeing that sad smile on you when we first met."

"Y-Yea, I'm okay. I was just thinking about something." Mateo kept his head hung low as Elena's heart clenched as she continued watching him.

As a few minutes past, they finally made it to the chocolate shop.

"Aaah, Elena, looks like I beat you here again!"

"Hey! I thought we were playing hide-an-seek, not racing back to the chocolate shop!" Elena retorted back.

The boy opened his mouth to retort back before a elder woman spoke up, "Enough Esteban, you only came back here for more chocolates. Now, what can I do for you?" The older woman gestured to Mateo, Esteban just crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance even though what was said was true.

Elena saw Mateo was still hanging his head low so she spoke up, "Oh yes, this is my friend Mateo, he came here for some chocolate abuela."

Mateo looked up to smile in thanks at Elena who happily returned it with a bright smile of her own.

"Of course, come on in Mateo, I just finished making my chocolate batch."

"Thank you" Mateo thanked the older woman before walking in the chocolate shop with Elena and Esteban. The three kids sat down at one of the tables as Elena's abuela walked into the kitchen to get a box of chocolate.

"So, what do you like to do Mateo?" Elena asked Mateo as they waited.

"I like stay inside reading books about beginner's magic, helping my mami cook dishes, and take occasional walks outside."

"Oooh, interesting. I like to play games, adventure outside, and help my family and the palace workers as much as I can. I'm pretty sure there's more but I can't remember any right now."

Esteban poked his head in the conversation saying, "And she likes to cause trouble everywhere she goes."

Elena turned to Esteban with a mock glare, "That's you."

"No you." Esteban retorted back with a smirk.

Elena sighed before turning back to Mateo who was now resting his head on his arms on the table. Elena looked curiously at his bouncy chestnut hair before poking it with one finger. Mateo's eyes opened as he felt something poke his hair, and yet, he didn't make a sudden movement to move away. Instead, he just replied sleepily, "What are you doing Elena?"

"Just playing with your hair, it's soo soft!" Elena giggled a little before putting her entire hand on top of Mateo's hair.

Esteban got up, feeling bored, and started walking around the chocolate shop. Meanwhile, Mateo was enjoying Elena's hands that were playing with his hair until-

"Ay mija! That's no way to treat a customer." Queen Lucia called out to her daughter.

Elena pulled away her hand from Mateo's hair and blushed. "Sorry mama, but I was just curious. My friend Mateo has very soft hair." Elena said with a sheepish smile.

Mateo perked his head up as he heard the voice of Queen Lucia. "Hi your majesty! It's okay really, I wasn't bothered, I'm just getting some chocolate for my mami to make chicken mole."

Queen Lucia made a look at Elena and Mateo before smiling knowingly, "Okay mija, I'll be helping your abuela with the chocolates and possibly driving your abuelo away from the chocolates. Are you okay here 'alone'?"

With a slight giggle, Elena responded, "Yes mama!"

With the queen walking into the kitchen, Elena turned her gaze towards Mateo's hair again but asking this time. "Can I play with your hair again Mateo? I know it's not really proper for a princess to be playing with someone's hair, much less a best friend but can I?"

Without a hesitant thought, "Sure! I'm not bothered, plus, how can I deny a princess?" Mateo teased with a crooked grin that made Elena's heart skip a beat before laying his head back down for her to reach over and play with his hair once more but with permission this time.

As if on cue, Elena reached over and touched his bouncy curls as Mateo sighed inwardly in content. After a few minutes of this, Elena decided to move spots and sit by Mateo's side, still having her hand on top of his hair. Mateo's heart quickened as Elena's shoulders brushed against his a few times as she kept playing with his hair.

"Okay Mateo, here are your chocolates-" Luisa paused as she watched her granddaughter playing with Mateo's hair. Chuckling, she walked over and placed the box of chocolates in front of the two children, getting their attention.

"Oh, thank you señorita." Mateo thanked the older woman, who smiled warmly at him.

"Please, you can call me abuela. Any friend of ours is our family as well."

Mateo's heart warmed as he took the box of chocolate and stood up. "Ok abuela" turning to Elena, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Hopefully! Your so interesting!" Elena said excitedly as she stepped forward, hugging Mateo suddenly.

Mateo returned the embrace with a flushed face as he waved goodbye and walked back home with his heart feeling lighter than before. Esteban walked past Elena murmuring, "That's not the 'only' thing you find interesting." Without looking, Elena knew he had a smirk and with that, she blushed at what her cousin just said.

'I hope I'll see you again Mateo.' Elena thought as she watched her new friend walk up the hill.

[secondgenerationnerd]

Snowy Days

This is the request I promised earlier! a little bit of plot to move things along, but for the most part, it’s just some cuteness.

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Milagro Reyes-Wilkes knows better than to think she can sleep in on vacation. 

“Mom! Dad! It snowed!” 

“Mami...” Milagro jerks awake as her sons burst into the room. Ten-year-old Ben dances around the bed while four-year-old Max climbs up the sheets. She shakes her head, smiling softly at her pouting baby, nudging her husband with her foot.

“Babe, the boys are up.”

Colin groans, pulling his pillow over their head, grumbling, “We agreed: before eight a.m. they’re your boys.”

Milagro rolls her eyes as Max climbs into her arms. “What’s wrong, mijo?”

“Esta muy frio, Mami,” Max shivers, clinging to his stuffed monkey. Milagro kisses his dark hair, cuddling him. “No le gusta.”

“Si, Mami lo se. But it’s going to look so pretty soon.” Milagro lets him cuddle into his arms, loving her cuddly, pouty boy.

“Dad!” Ben jumps onto Colin’s back. That wakes him up. Colin rolls onto his back, clearly groggy as hell. “You gotta get up! It snowed!”

“‘For sale: one jumpy kid, will take the best offer.” Milagro kicks him under the sheets. “What?”

“No selling my boys.” Ben crawls over to his mother, mismatched eyes shining at her. She can already tell what he’s going to ask, in the way only a mom can, “Breakfast first and then we can go out in the snow, ok?”

“Ok, Mom!” Ben bounds out of the room. 

“I’m telling you, Mil, that kid is part speedster.” Colin rubs his eyes. Milagro gets out of bed, passing him their younger son. He carries Max to the already bustling kitchen. 

“Hi, Auntie Milly!” Two little girls race past them to the kitchen table. 

“Baby Dolls!” Jai comes running down the hall, chasing a dark-haired little boy in monster jammies, “No powers inside!”

“Good morning,” Damian yawns, scratching his head, “I see your children woke you up as well.”

“Your kid is 13.” Milagro points out.

“She was complaining about her cousins.” 

“Definitely your kid.” Colin yawns. The Wayne Winter lodge is large enough that the adults get their own rooms, with a few rooms to split their kids into. Ben’s already at the breakfast bar, happily chowing down on a bowl of grits Jon made, chattering away at quiet Peter Kent. Damian’s daughter, Asha, sits with Charlie Kent, discussing the logistics of the superhero movie they’d watched the night before. Lily and Milly Harper-West giggle with M&M Kent. Their little brother, Luke, tugs on Lian’s sleep pants. Lian scoops him into her arms, kissing his little cheek.

“Welcome to the chaos.” Irey laughs into her coffee mug. “I think we all told the kids the same thing.”

“Breakfast before fun?” Milagro gratefully takes another cup of coffee from her friend. 

“Still not fair, Mama.” Asha pouts. Irey kisses the top of her daughter’s head.

“It’s my job to ruin your life, kiddo.” Irey teases. “Also, that movie didn’t take into account the fact most heroes don’t run in a straight line when something’s falling.”

“Three steps to the left and you live.” Lian laughs. 

“Asha, did you see the video with the baby elephant--”

“With its teddy bear?!” Asha squeals with Charlie about the cute animals. Damian yawns as he takes a cup of tea from Irey. Asha makes a face as her parents kiss good morning. “Mama! Baba! That’s gross!”

The adults can’t help but laugh. Mar’i makes her way into the kitchen, carrying her youngest daughter. Laney sneezes, whimpering in mar’i’s arms.

“Is Loo Loo ok, Momma?” Charlie’s dark brown eyes flash with concern for her baby sister.

“She’s ok, starling.” Mar’i runs a hand through her oldest daughter’s blonde pixie cut. “She doesn’t like the cold, remember?”

“Me too...” Max pouts at Colin, who had set him at the breakfast table. Colin chuckles at his pouting son. 

“I know, bud. Dad’s completely unfair.” He sets a bowl of grits in front of the toddler, “Eat something and then you can have all the cuddles you want.”

“Remember the last time we were here?” Lian asks her friends. “Don’t think we were up this early?”

“After the space juice the night before?” Irey laughs. “Heck no.”

“Mommy?” Lily tilts her head.

“Yeah, baby doll?”

“What’s space juice?” 

“Something that you aren’t allowed to drink until you’re thirty.” Jai tells his daughter. 

“I think it’s a grown-up thing,” Milly whispers to her twin. 

“Like when Momma and Daddy wrestle in their room?” M&M asks. Jon turns dark red while his friends and wife laugh. 

“I thought you said that’s how Lukey got in your belly, Mommy?” Milly asks her mother. “You let Daddy--”

“Who’s ready to go outside?” Lian asks. The distraction works, sending their kids flying to their rooms to change. “Jai, remind me to never let you near me again.”

The next forty minutes or so are filled with kids changing into snow clothes and searching for missing clothes.

“Mom!” Ben shouts from the front room, “ Donde estan mis botas y mi abrigo?”

“Boots are in the garage and coat’s hanging up in the front closest, mijo,” Milagro smiles down at Max, pulling on her sweater. “Don’t you want to play with your cousins, Maxie?”

“Later...It’s too cold...” Max might share more of her features but the look he gives her is pure Colin. Of course, she has to pick her sweet boy up and carry him out to the porch. She joins Lian and Irey on the porch swing, watching their husbands play around in the snow with their kids. Mar’i brings Laney out, the little girl wrapped in an extra blanket. 

“Come on, Pete!” Ben shouts to his cousin. Peter laughs and helps Ben throw snowballs at the girls. Asha and Charlie take cover, retaliating in turn. “Give up! You girls don’t stand a chance!”

“Never!” Asha shouts back, pelting him with a snowball. While the older four battle it out, the middle four are hard at work making snow babies. 

“Look, Daddy,” Luke points to the little pile of snow with two stones on it, “Look what I made.”

Jai kneels down, smiling warmly at his son, “Looks great, Little Man.”

“Daddy! Daddy! Come see our stuff,” Jai’s pulled to the side by his daughters, laughing as he goes. Jon helps M&M finish her snow baby, giving her a high five. Damian and Colin have joined opposing sides to the snowball fight.

“Some things don’t change,” Milagro notes. Laney starts coughing in her mother’s arms. 

“Loo Loo?” Max looks over at his cousin. He crawls across his auntie’s laps, patting her back. “It ok. You be ok soon.”

“Tanks, Maxie.” Laney snuggles closer to Mar’i.

“Poor thing. Is she ok?” Lian asks.

“Yeah. I mean, she was a preemie so her immune system isn’t great.” Mar’i kisses Laney’s ginger curls. “My sweet starling.”

“Uh-oh.” Milagro gestures to Colin, Damian, and Jai huddled together while Jon helps the all the kids build a giant snowman. “They’re plotting.”

“Ok, guys, let’s see who can find the best arms for the snowman,” Jon tells the gaggle of children.

“I  can!” 

“No, Milly, I can!”

“I’ll beat all of you!” Asha shouts, running ahead. Jon watches the kids head to the edge of the woods, still within sight. He doesn’t see Colin, Jai, and Damian sneak up behind him. They tackle him, which is no easy feat when dealing with a half- Kryptonian. 

“COLD!” Jon yells as his friends shove snow down his pants. Once he regains his footing and pushes them off, Damian, Jai and Colin fall to the side, laughing. Jon glares at them, “V-Very fu-funny.”

“Hey!” M&M shouts, runnning towards them, “You can’t do that to Daddy!”

“I-It’s ok, honey.” Jon heads towards the house. “I’m going to change my pants.”

The mothers notice their older children huddle together, conspiring, as their husbands stand up, still laughing.

“Daddy!” Luke starts towards Jai, before tripping. Jai’s posture immediately changes when the little boy starts crying. Ben and Asha start wrestling, too violent to be for fun.

“Hey! Ben!”

“Asha Nuri!”

The men run over to the kids, Jai stopping to pick Luke up as Colin and Damian pull their children apart. That’s when Asha shouts, “Attack!”

“AAAAGH!” The seasoned heroes are genuinely caught off guard as the eight children wrestle them to the ground, shoving snow down their fathers’ pants. Once the kids get a fair amount down, they race towards the porch. Their laughing mothers will protect them. Laney and Max giggle hysterically in Mar’i’s arms.

“Oh my god,” Lian snorts. Jai, Colin, and Damian make their way to the porch. “I’ve never been prouder as a parent!”

“Aren’t you going to punish them?” Jai grunts.

“No!” Irey laughs, “You all totally deserved that!”

Jon comes out with new dry pants as the other guys go inside. He raises an eyebrow at the women on the swing, “Do I want to ask?”

“The kids just got revenge for you.” Milagro kisses Ben’s head. “And our husbands are pouty because they deserved it.”

———

“Asha, come snuggle us!” Milly moves her stuffed puppy to the side. Sitting crossed legged between Milly and M&M, Asha smiles up at Irey, who hands her a cup of cocoa.

“Thank you, Mama,” Asha sips the cocoa, getting whipped cream on her nose.

“I supa man!” Max jumps off the armchair and onto the pile of pillows. Colin’s never looked more offended in his life. Laney jumps after Max, squealing as she lands.

“Cha-Cha,” Laney toddles to Charlie, pulling her sister’s hand, “Wights? Wights?”

Charlie looks over at her parents, a silent request for persmission. Jon chuckles, “Go ahead, cowgirl. I’ll get the lights.”

The kids squeal when he turns the overhead light off. Charlie’s dark brown eyes start to glow, changing color as she opens her hands. Sparks from the fireplace turn to flittering fairies flying across the living room. Luke giggles as a little fairy pulls on his sleep shirt. Laney and Max toddle after a pair of fairies, Charlie keeping the illusion just out of reach. 

“Ok,” Colin nods, “I’ll admit, your kid’s powers are pretty dope.”

“This is nothing.” Mar’i watches her daughter with a loving smile. “Starling, do you want to tell a story?”

“Can I, Momma?” 

“Of course.” Jon and Mar’i take pride in the way their daughter stands in front of the fire. Charlie’s gained so much confidence since they adopted her seven years ago. The living room fades away, leaving them all in the middle of a forest, trees higher than any they’ve ever seen before.

“Once upon a time, in a far off land overrun by bandits and outlaws, there were eight misfits.” Charlie retells one of her parents' old missions in the fairytale setting. Her powers allow them to see exactly what she describes. Her cousins and siblings watch in wonder. Even the adults get lost in the story.

“Alright,” Milagro notices Max yawning and rubbing his eyes. “I think it’s bedtime.”

There’s gentle whining from the kids, but for the most part, they go without too much of a fight. Milagro tucks Max into the bed he’s sharing with Luke. Lian kisses Luke’s head, chuckling. “I see Max sleeps just like Luke.”

“Butt in the air?” Milagro laughs softly as they tiptoe out, “He’s just like his father.”

“Same.” They meet their friends in the kitchen to have a small nightcap. Mar’i hands them each a glass of whiskey. “I forgot you have a thing for hard drinks, Princess.”

“Blame my parents.” Mar’i shrugs. 

The conversation isn’t like the ones they used to have. When their lives were a balance of civilian vs. hero, all that mattered was school work, bets, missions, training, and whatever weird turn their conversation took. Now, they talk about work lives, new recipes, suggestions of new places to visit, and their families. But it’s so much easier now for them to appreciate everything they’ve gone through. 

Days like today remind them why, nearly 20 years ago, they formed their ragtag team to save the world. So they could one day have them

[artificialqueens]

The Ballerina and the B-girl Part 12 (Branjie) - Starsha

a/n: Today I present for you: Brooke gets the flu and Vanjie takes care of her. I know you guys wanna see the wedding installment and I’m slowly but surely working on it I promise (it will probably be two or more parts in itself) p.s sorry it is short and sweet, am a wee bit time poor at the moment. I have this and a couple other shorter things pre-written but I may be uploading less frequently for a bit so sorry in advance.

As far as Vanessa was concerned, her girlfriend was superwoman. Brooklyn was an incredible leader, an innovative engineer, an assertive boss, a beautiful dancer. She was also doting and understanding and treated Vanjie like she was the most precious thing in the world. She could do it all, never seeming to falter. That is, until one day shortly after Vanjie had moved in, when the brunette woke up to a hacking cough coming from the ensuite bathroom.

“Are you ok Mami?” Vanjie asked, opening the door to poke her head in. She was greeted with the sight of her usually regal and graceful girlfriend curled up in the fetal position on the bathmat. Vanjie immediately ran to her side, putting her hand on the blonde’s forehead which prompted a groan from the sweating and shivering woman.

“Shit Brooke, you feel feverish as hell. Let’s get you back to bed alright” she said with worry, she had never seen Brooke sick at all.

“I gotta get to work baby, gimme a couple of minutes” the blonde groaned out, before another wave of hacking cough set in.

“Uh-uh your sick ass isn’t going anywhere but back to bed” Vanjie argued, using all her strength to help Brooke onto her feet so they could shuffle back to their bed. Once the blonde was back under the covers, Vanjie assessed the situation and decided that she didn’t want to leave her girl alone like this.

“I’m going to go get you some water and Advil, would you like to try and eat some toast too boo?”

“V, I need to go to work…they need me” Brooke muttered, sleepy and a little delirious.

“They’ll have to do without you today, I’m going to call Plastique now” and with that Vanjie walked out of the room so that Brooke couldn’t protest any further. Vanjie ferried the water and Advil quickly back to Brooke from the kitchen, before returning to make her girl some toast and call them both into work.

“Hey Plastique it’s Vanessa. Brooklyn woke up sick this morning so she won’t be coming to work”

“Aww poor thing! Pass along that I hope she’s feeling better soon and that I will rearrange appointments with her clients, she only had the two today anyways”

“Thanks, I will” Vanjie smiled as she hung up. She had properly met her girlfriend’s beautiful Asian secretary at the first company function Brooke had taken her to, and the pair had been on great terms since. She was great at her job, and her job was helping run Brooke’s crazy work life, so for that Vanjie was grateful.

Her next mission was to call the salon she worked at to tell them that she wasn’t coming. Vanjie had been trained at the same salon and hence had a close relationship with the owner Alexis, so she knew it wouldn’t be a problem.

“Hey Mama, my girl woke up sick as all hell this morning so imma stay home to look after her today, if that’s alright with you”

“I get that Vanj, all good. You get that sugar momma of yours back in good health!” Alexis joked in her thick accent. It was a running joke among the staff at the salon that Vanjie had a sugar momma.

“Will do, hope y’all have a good day!”

With toast cooked and calls made, Vanjie made her way back to the room. Brooke looked slightly less on death’s door, but still lay sweating with her eyes shut. She opened them at the sound of Vanjie entering the room, a small smile gracing her face.

“Told ya, Plastique said it’d be fine so you gotta relax. I’ll be here all day to look after you, we can watch movies, I can make you soup…I just wanna take care of you Mami, get ya all better again” Vanjie gushed, sitting down next to Brooke and stroking her hair gently. Brooke let out a purr-like noise nuzzling in close, and Vanessa pretty much melted.

“Ok baby…” she mumbled, before falling back to sleep. Vanjie chuckled to herself as she ate her share of toast, and said her daily thanks for having Brooke in her life. It was a strange feeling, Brooke being so incapacitated and Vanjie having to bring her things, but Vanessa didn’t mind at all. Brooke was her world and she would do anything to make sure she was happy and on the road to being better again.

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Another ‘chapter’ with Maxey telling her side. I was reading back over all of the posts....I’m a lil whiny baby! My apologies but I’m afraid that what you see is what you get with me! I have worked very hard on this and yet it does feel more like I’m talking to the air. Oh well! If it’s the air, then so be it.....you can’t fight the inevitable.......

NOW HER TURN

Well, what can I say? I went and made a huge spectacle of myself! How completely embarrassing!  I remember yelling at Matt over Dustin and then I’m fuzzy until I was in the ER waiting for someone to tell me where I was. That was when Russ and Matt came in. I was so relieved to see them! They had such worried looks but they came straight to me. If I could have gotten up, I would have hugged them both!

It was a whirlwind of activity but then once I got a room. Russ stepped out and I could finally see the worry in my dear prince’s eyes. I told him I was fine and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. I felt better too when we finally touched. Russ said Rod was on his way, then the doctor. It was still a bit much for me to take it all in. I remember Rod coming but I don’t remember much else. I woke up the next morning watching Alejandro and Matt talk. I was surprised to see both of them.

“…I want her to know that I’m in love with her….” Oh Alejandro! He has made it clear that he thinks an awful lot of me, but I get the feeling he’s not sure what ‘being in love’ is really about. He tells me such sweet things but it’s what he wants to do for me….not how we can work together. Rod works with me in a way where I feel like even if we don’t agree, he’s still there for me and I would do whatever I have to for him. He builds me up and I try to do that for him as much as possible. Alejandro makes everything sound one sided, but I can’t seem to open his eyes to that.

I think I startled them both when I answered them. Alejandro came and sat by me but Matt hung back. I had to touch him though, so I kept talking until he did come to me. It’s silly probably to be so taken with someone I know will not be mine, but at least we do get to be together in some way. How I adore him and….it happens sometimes….I look at him and I’m left breathless by how handsome he is! It’s not just that about him though…the strength, the talent, the warmth…..there are just so many things to love about Matt!

Rod came and Russ came a little later. The doctor did come by and tell me I could go home the next day. He told me to be sure to drink plenty of fluids and take my vitamins. Rod and Matt both told him they would see to it. Rod stayed close to my bed throughout but Alejandro seemed to be in the background the whole time. That did worry me. Matt and Russ left and Rod stayed until I told him to go for yawning so much, but Alejandro lingered on. Once we were alone, I was nervous, so I kept my call button in my hand but he just sat for a while.

“Maxey, I’ve been wishing I could get you alone all day.” He says rather lowly. “I have to give you something. Mami told me to give this once we could be alone.”

I shift in my bed as I’m uneasy about this. “What is it?” He stands and brings me a note and a silver flower. That Flower! That’s Mama’s flower! How could he have it? I take the note and read:

Darling Maxey, it’s me, your Mama. Baby, I am so proud of you and I miss you but please know that I am better now. You don’t have to hold on to the worries anymore. You did all you could to look after me, so it’s only right I do that for you now. Sweetheart, I had a chat with Vita. She’s a very nice lady and very receptive to the fact of who and what I am. She would like to be there for you and I feel like we can trust her to be a guiding light. I know you have Matt, Russ, and Rod but they are all men. I just don’t want you to lose a woman’s touch in some of the situations you have to deal with. I wish I could be there myself, but this feels like a direction we should at least try.

Vita is concerned about how Alejandro treats you as well. I tried to calm her nerves, but I think it will take you yourself to put things into place. He’s not a bad kid, dear. He is overwhelmed, like you thought. It will not be easy, but I have faith that you will see this through. Just hang in there! I love you so very much, my precious girl! I’ll be watching and yes, you’re going to love this sweet little girl of your own very soon! MOM

I’m so overcome because it is from her! I smell her! It’s her handwriting that I’m reading and it’s her special flower that he’s handed me! Not a day goes by that I don’t miss my Mama! I think about her all the time and now this. Mama told me a long time ago that when something happened to her, if she could find a way to get to me, she would. Now, I have the hard proof right in my hand! “Thank you, Alejandro! I don’t know what to say but I’m grateful you brought this to me!”

“Are you crying?”

“Just a little….” I wipe my eyes but try to smile.

“Please don’t cry! I wouldn’t have given this to you if I had known that would happen.”

“No, please! I needed to see this! I promise you did a good thing here and I thank you!” I take his hand and he sits on my bed again. >gulp<

“Maxey, I know I don’t measure up for you, but…”

“Now how can you tell me something like that?”

“Let me finish….I don’t measure up for you but I……I will back off for now. I won’t give up completely because you mean so much to me, but I will try to get a handle on things. Matt was concerned about your health and hearing what I did today….I don’t want to complicate things in any way!”

“I appreciate your honesty. >sigh< I can see you are grappling with this, Alejandro. I really don’t know what it is you see in me, but I hope I never let you down in some way.”

“You couldn’t possibly!” He scoots closer to me, bringing my hand to his chest. “Mi corazón, mi sueño, mi angelita delicada….you have never…..could never disappoint me. “ Each word seems to bring his face closer to mine. “Maxey, please?” His hand slips behind my head and he pulls me forward.

“No, please….Alejandro, please don’t do this.” I try to find my call button as it slipped from my hand.

“One kiss! That’s all I asking for. Just one!”

“Why are you doing this now? You just said you were going to back off.”

“And I intend to. One more memory! I need something to suffice me until I can truly hold you.”

“What happened before should not have happened! I never intended to kiss you like that!”

“I moved for a reason!” His grip tightens. “I knew you didn’t want to really kiss me, but I had to! I can’t just….no, I won’t just walk away! I’m not built that way and I don’t think that would be fair to either one of us. One! Just one! PLEASE!” He leans into me….his face is so close! What do I do? “Un besito, por favor.” He whispers coming closer and closer. Our lips brush against each other. How can I stop this? “Por favor, mi angelita?” He sinks into me and I failed! I couldn’t move fast enough to stop him!

Kissing him is not exactly a hardship. Alejandro is a very handsome guy himself; dark, wavy hair, almost black eyes and a tan complexion that really shows how white his teeth are. His lips are so soft but this is not what should be happening! I feel like if I move now, he will interpret it one way or another. My hands want to throw him off, but I’m scared to touch him.

“Sweet! So very tender!” He whispers as he kisses me further. I’m burying into my bed but I can’t avoid him. I have to stop him! I put my hand on his chest and finally get him to quit.

“Alejandro, no! No, this should not be happening right now!” I’m shaking my head but really I’m trembling from the way he just landed on me.

“Don’t be scared of me. I would never hurt you. I only want to hold you….to make you see how….how much…..”

“That’s enough! You said you were backing off, so please do that now!” My voice pleads with him and I can’t control the trembling any longer.

“Calm down…..everything is OK” He takes me into his arms and tries to soothe me. “That’s all. I won’t push you any further. For now, you focus on having Matt’s baby, but remember this. I will make you see that I’m the guy to take care of you.” He moves my face to look into his eyes. I’m feeling lightheaded and I start to lie back. I think it scares him because a nurse is the next thing I see.

“Are you alright? Your blood pressure went up and we had to clear your room. Only that one guy was here but we had to get him to leave, He was very good looking, so I take it he’s your husband?”

“Oh no ma’am! He’s a guy I work with.”

“Only an acquaintance? The way he clung to you, I thought for sure he was more involved.”

“I don’t have a husband. The guy you saw was Alejandro. He works with me.” I don’t want to tell her he won’t leave me alone.

“Well, I brought you some juice to sip on. They shot a medicine through your IV so just take it easy now; I don’t think you will have any other visitors tonight.”

“Thank you.” I smile to her.

After that episode, Alejandro didn’t try to corner me anymore but he did his best to stay around as much as he could. For the most part, I shrugged it off but I tried to keep either Rod or Matt close to me whenever Alejandro was around. I tried out for a movie but didn’t get it which was a disappointment. I did manage two other shows and one had Rod also voicing a character. I was over the moon when I heard that one. I didn’t get to see Matt as often as I would like and that took its toll on me. I would usually just briefly see him in the hallway. Make the best of it, right? I miss him so very much though! I have seen Russ and he seems so happy and giddy! My heart swells to see how pleased he is that he will soon be a daddy because I just know he will be the very best possible! If what he’s shown me is any indication, this baby girl is going to be SPOILED! Then again, Russ would have it no other way

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(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Vishakha and Bobby come to their room. He immediately calls his agent to book their flight tickets to Delhi asap. Mama ji tries to object but Bobby refuses to indulge in any further drama. Sameer requests his mother to listen to him. She tells him to scold her too just like his in-laws did. Rakesh shouts at Anand and his family members. I am sure you all must be blaming me. I agree that I shout, yell and make mistakes but I wasn’t at fault today. Was I wrong today? I am the father of the bride and no loafer. He starts crying helplessly. I have been getting insulted and mocked upon since the day the alliance has been fixed. Bobby says we insult those who have some respect. I value my wife and respect her. Sameer requests his mom not to go anywhere but she counters. Mami ji calls Agarwals strange. We announced well before they just couldn’t take a joke Rakesh says they had planned it well as to how to insult us. He asks Naina if she also clapped when her father was being insulted. They kept calling it a joke. Anand too is in tears. It wasn’t a joke but insult. I too did not know they will do something like that! Tau ji reasons that it is too late to realise all this now. Do you now realise why I was against this alliance? Tai ji says we thought we will cry when we will bid adieu to Naina but she made us shed tears of blood in her engagement itself. Rakesh asks Naina why she is quiet. You too should taunt me and show me my place! Naina cries silently. Bobby says what Vishakha’s fault was. Rakesh said so much to her! Sameer agrees she was nowhere wrong. Please don’t go anywhere mom. She agrees but keeps a condition – you wont take Naina’s name ever again. Anand says I agree I joined Naina and Sameer’s alliance but not on the stake of other relations. Tau ji says we have paid the price today already. Tai ji also announces that the alliance is over with Maheshwari’s if this is how they will behave with them. Rakesh tells Naina to never even take Sameer’s name if she respects her father even a bit. Anand tells Naina that she was a witness of everything was it right? She shakes her head. Bobby tells Vishakha that Sameer wont agree. He takes her suitcase. Sameer requests his Mama ji to stop them but he suggests an idea which can fix everything. If they apologize to Vishakha and Bobby by tomorrow then I will drop them off to airport myself. He asks them if they agree to it. Bobby nods. Naina says I agree it was wrong but there must be some way out. Tai ji gets angry at her but Tau ji suggests Naina a solution. If they come over and apologize to us tomorrow then things can go back to how they were. The relation will be broken otherwise! He walks away followed by Tai ji and Rakesh. Naina is crying in the bathroom. Preeti knocks at the door telling her that everything will be fine. They too must have realised their mistake. I am sure Sameer will make his family agree. They will apologize. Please say something. Naina washes her face and comes out. Preeti again says that she has faith in Sameer. Naina says they must as they are at fault this time. I will listen to whatever anyone will say to me. I will bear anything for Sameer’s sake but I cannot bear anyone insulting my father. Sameer must understand that love and respect are two different things! She receives Sameer’s call just then. What happened shouldn’t have happened! She says the same. They argue about the instance and are only concerned about their own families. They both suggest an only solution – to apologize. He asks her to tell Rakesh to apologize to his family members tomorrow but she refuses. Your family needs to apologize to mine. He ends the call in a huff. Munna and Pundit ask Sameer what happened. Sameer says Naina has gone mad. She knows how her father is yet she is taking his side only. That was just a joke. Let things be. It is ok if they come and I don’t care if they don’t! Pundit and Munna try to calm him but in vain. Preeti tells Naina that it isn’t a fight between her and Sameer which will be over soon. It is between the elders. Make Chacha ji apologize and ask Sameer to make his mom say sorry too. Naina denies. Naina looks at her and Sameer’s photo. Preeti asks her if she is listening to her or not. She pulls the photo and it gets torn. Naina reprimands her for not being careful but Preeti asks her if she is worried even at the thought of getting separated from Sameer in a photo. Relations are not joined to be broken so easily. You shouldn’t break your relation with Sameer. Munna enacts as Rakesh and pretends to apologize to Vishakha virtually. Pundit also tries to explain to Sameer but he stays put. He refuses to let his mother apologize to Rakesh Sir. He is at fault. Come what may, only he will apologize! He looks at his engagement ring. Next morning, Naina’s friends congratulate her on her engagement. Kartik taunts Naina for being too ambitious. She gets whatever she wants. Swati speaks in Naina’s favour. She has a good intention. He asks her if she has fallen in love with Naina again. Voiceover – Naina:I remember the day very well. Every classmate was congratulating us but we were only trying to smile. Our faces easily gave away that something is fishy. Naina and Sameer sit on different seats. They look at each other for a short moment. Principal Ma’am enters and congratulates Sameer and Naina too. She starts her session on behaviour analysis of market. Naina raises her hand. The rise and fall of Market does depend on these factors but there are other factors too which can be responsible. If we take the right decision on the right time then we can stop it from falling. Sameer gives his logic. There is a limit of understanding. Many times, even the decisions taken by smart people go wrong. Sameer and Naina continue their argument in Red Rose. They sarcastically give order for each other but Naina agrees to pay her bill on her own. We are not so rich like you but we can pay our own bill. He argues that she can if she wants. Pay my bill too if you want. They again try to explain their family’s perspective to each other. Precap: Sameer, Munna and Pundit see Mama ji and Tau ji talking happily in the park. Sameer thinks everything is fine. We were arguing for no reasons. The elders have fixed everything already. Update Credit to: Pooja

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