#toddler bobble

[ak1w1i]

Agere themed toddler Bobble Hat stimboard!!

[densewentz]

rookanis players: why isnt Lucanis' romance more passionate, more physical!! Why is he so subdued and quiet!! You barely even kiss!! Lucanis, fresh out of a year in a demonic torture pit, having just had one of his two remaining family members taken from him just as he's freed, almost losing Treviso to the elvhen gods which are a) apparently real and b) that he's apparently now responsible for killling and who, oh yeah, also is always literally on the brink of exhaustion because he can't sleep or his spite demon goes around causing mischief and sniffing people: rook, mi vida, please give me a break

[woodsie]

genuinely beyond mortal comprehension the money I’d pay for a new chao garden where they expand upon the genetics system and let you give them clothes or decorate the garden with furniture

[pathologicalreid]

xoxo | s.r.

in which your daughter goes to the BAU to hand out her extra Valentines

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: horrible tooth rotting fluff, chemist!reader and leah, the spencer reid dilf agenda, valentine's day, reader wears pink (it's FESTIVE) word count: 1.47k a/n: happy valentine's day my loves!!!!

You had just finished helping your daughter put her visitor badge over her head before she proudly approached the two agents manning the security desk.

She brandished two Valentine’s Day cards for them, grinning while they looked down at her in surprise. You watched them tentatively take the cardstock from your three-year-old while she teetered back and forth in her pink Mary Janes. They thanked her while you pulled your visitor badge on. “C’mon, Leah,” you said, holding your hand out for her to take, “Let’s go see Daddy.”

“Daddy!” She chirped, her pure, childhood joy causing people in the lobby to stare. Most people were already vaguely aware of who she was, and even if they weren’t, it’s difficult to be truly bothered by a kid wearing heart antennae. Adjusting her grip on her basket of Valentines, she led you to the elevator, practically dragging you through Quantico.

Her hand couldn’t quite reach the button in the elevator, accidentally hitting the number four while wavering on her tippy toes. “Here, lovey,” you said, reaching over her and pushing the number six for her.

Leah beamed up at you. “Thank you,” she whispered, lowering herself and standing next to you, tugging on your pink sweater in an attempt to get your attention—as if she had ever lost it. “You wanna Valentine?” Her voice was soft, as if you were exchanging state secrets in the elevator, sweetly leaning her head against your leg. She stumbled over the name of the holiday a bit, replacing the second ‘n’ with an ‘m.’

“I’ll get one after everyone else,” you reassured her, adjusting her headband and smiling at the way the hearts bobbled.

She nodded confidently, making faces at her reflection in the elevator doors as you continued your way up.

You held your breath as the doors opened, once again holding your hand out for her to take so you could enter the bullpen in an orderly fashion, but as soon as they were open, she had taken off, the door being held open for someone else, leaving a perfect gap for her to slip through. There was barely enough time for you to call, “Incoming,” before she ran directly into Luke.

Thanking Anderson for holding the door for you, you followed Leah into the bullpen at a much slower pace and locked eyes with your husband, sighing in relief at the fact that you’d made it with little stress.

Your daughter had already been rescued from a room full of tall people by Dave, who’d hoisted her onto someone’s desk, so they were nearly at eye level. “Happy Valentime’s, Dave,” she said excitedly, urgently rifling through her basket to find a treat that she deemed worthy of his receipt.

Rossi smiled at her, “Happy Valentine’s Day, kiddo. What have you got there?” You weren’t sure if he was faking interest for the sake of your toddler, but either way, you were grateful for the opportunity to sneak by them, approaching Spencer’s desk.

He powered off his computer monitor as you leaned on the edge of his desk. “Hey,” he greeted, leaning his head up so you could plant a quick kiss on his lips. “Did she have fun?”

You nodded, peeking over your shoulder to see Dave walking Leah around to hand out Valentines to the entire office. “We severely underestimated the number of parents who keep their kids home for Valentine’s Day,” you informed him. Leah’s daycare class had been nearly empty when you picked her up early.

“What does that mean for us?” He asked, placing his hand on your knee and giving it a squeeze.

Raising your eyebrows, you grinned impishly, “It means we’re bringing a lot of lollipops home with us.”

Spencer chuckled, eyes following Leah as she made her way to Emily’s office, jumping up the steps and giggling at the sound effects that Tara made when she landed. “How was your morning?” He asked nonchalantly, and since nothing Spencer ever did was nonchalant, you knew he was on a fishing expedition.

The corners of your mouth quirked up while he shuffled the papers on his desk, preparing to spend his lunch with you and Leah. “Oh, I dropped Leah off and then went to work. I only had one class to teach, Physical Chemistry, as you know. I had some time before I needed to be back at the daycare, so I decided to stop at home and found a large bouquet of red and pink roses on the kitchen counter. They didn’t belong there, so I tossed them in the trash before heading here.”

“You did not,” Spencer challenged, grinning up at you, pushing his tongue against his teeth like he did when he was holding in a laugh.

You laughed breathily, hiding your smile behind your hand until Spencer reached up and took your hand in his. “No,” you acquiesced, “But I have no idea where we’re going to put two dozen roses.”

He pretended to think about it for a moment. “How about the kitchen counter?”

Humming, you leaned down to kiss him again. “Works for me,” you murmured to him on your way back up. You turned your head to find your toddler, seeing that Penelope had made her way to the bullpen and was putting a red feather boa around Leah’s neck.

Listening in on their conversation, you frowned when you overheard Leah complaining that the boa wasn’t pink. “Leah,” Spencer called her name, having overheard the conversation himself. “What do you say to Aunt Penelope?”

The three-year-old spun around, stumbling a bit when she tried to come to a stop, before looking up at Garcia and jumping, “Thank you! Matches my butterfly ears!” She fumbled the word ‘butterfly’ a bit in all of her excitement—bubberfly.

Your husband looked at you, confused. “Butterfly ears?”

“Antennae, obviously,” you told him, shaking your head in faux disappointment that he didn’t understand what she was talking about.

He shook his head in disbelief. “Hey, princess, c’mere,” he said, waving over your daughter.

You waved to JJ and Emily as they joined the impromptu gathering, with everyone in the bullpen watching while Leah skipped over to her dad. “Hi, Daddy,” she greeted, lifting her arms for him to pick her up, which he did happily.

“Hi, baby. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he replied, sweeping a stray strand of hair from her forehead. He’d left before you got her dressed this morning, so he hadn’t been able to see her in her festive outfit, complete with a pink and red tutu.

Comfortably sitting in her father’s lap, she giggled when he tickled her side. “Happy Valentime’s Day, Daddy,” she managed to squeak out. Sighing when he finally gave her a break, she asked, “Lunch?”

You smiled softly, “Soon, lovey.” The three of you had planned to do lunch as a family, and Penelope had promised to take Leah for a sleepover so you could go out for dinner—you were nervous, and she was thrilled.

She kicked her feet contentedly, telling Spencer about the cards she had given away at the security desk in a hushed voice while you watched an exchange across the bullpen. Luke was leaning toward Tara, holding his lollipop in his hand, “What flavor did you get?”

Tara peered at him suspiciously. “Blue raspberry,” she replied.

“I’ll trade you a green apple,” he offered, extending his arm out for the swap.

Turning in her chair, Tara scoffed, setting her Valentine on her desk, “Not a chance.”

A small gasp to your side caught your attention. “No trades, Newbie!” Leah shouted from her perch.

Instead of turning on your daughter, Luke immediately pointed at Garcia, “You coached her!”

Penelope feigned offense, holding a hand to her chest and looking around the bullpen, “It is my duty as her godmother to warn her against certain people.”

“Meaning me?”

“If the shoe fits, Newbie,” Penelope replied, leaning against a vacant desk while she awaited Luke’s response.

He looked over at Leah now. “How did she even hear me?”

You shrugged. “She has freakishly good hearing; we’re thinking of having her tested.”

Spencer nudged you at your joke, smiling slightly, “She saw you.”

Sighing in defeat, Luke gave Leah an exaggerated pout, “I’m sorry I tried to make a trade. Can you forgive me?”

Leah nodded with a toothy smile. Luckily, she was three, and things were easy to get over. “Hey, do I get a Valentine?” Spencer asked, playing with the hearts on her headband.  

Humming, she shifted on his lap. “Mommy put all of the pink ones in a baggie for us.”

You flashed a grin back at your husband, pulled a Watermelon lollipop out of your purse, and handed it to him. “I’m very good at what I do.”

[p0orbaby]

Hello! If you’re still doing the short blurbs may I request a short one with R taking alexia ice skating? R’s really good and alexia’s really bad. So bad she needs to hold the kids penguin support thing type bad. But she’s a bit stubborn and doesn’t want help. She’s constantly holding on to the rail, falls on her bum and one kid even laughs at her. But after a few falls she finally gives in and lets R guide/help her, and even lets go of the side ☺️

No worries if it’s not your thing!

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At first, she’s suspicious.

You’ve never seen Alexia side-eye a leisure centre before, but here we are. A converted warehouse in some unholy corner of South London with strip lighting, a vending machine from the ’90s, and the distinct smell of wet sock. She’s clinging to your sleeve like it’s diplomatic protocol.

“People do this… for fun?” she asks, brow arched, eyes darting around like she’s assessing the risk of frostbite.

“They do,” you say, handing her a pair of skates and watching her stare at them like they’ve personally wronged her. “It’s charming. Festive. Builds character.”

“You’re trying to kill me,” she decides.

You do not deny it.

She lasts twenty-three seconds on the ice before the first fall. It’s not even dramatic—more of a slow, deliberate sit-down, like her thighs have made an executive decision.

“I am not built for this,” she hisses, as a six-year-old glides past her effortlessly and then circles back to laugh. Loudly.

You try not to laugh with the child.

She glares at you from the ground. “I have two Ballon d’Ors.”

“And now you have mild bruising,” you reply, extending a hand.

She swats it away and scrambles upright via the wall like a very determined crab. “I don’t need help.”

“You just got shown up by a child in a Peppa Pig bobble hat.”

“She’s probably training for the Olympics.”

The next fall is less dignified. She tries to push off from the rail, gets maybe three inches of momentum, panics mid-glide, and immediately pancakes. A nearby steward offers her a little plastic penguin—the kind toddlers use to learn. She accepts it. With bitterness in her eyes and pride in shreds.

“This is humiliating,” she mutters, inching forward while clutching the penguin’s ears. “I play football for a living.”

“Exactly,” you say. “Footballers aren’t known for their balance.”

“I do Pilates.”

“That makes this even worse.”

She gives you a look that says I love you but I could end you right here on the ice and make it look like an accident.

You’re already pretty good. Comfortable. Confident, even. You circle around her once—purely to show off, obviously—then coast backwards in front of her like some smug, ice-dancing forest nymph.

“Stop that,” she snaps. “You look like that Disney ice queen, Elisa or whoever.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?”

“It’s rage,” she says, but her mouth twitches at the corners.

Three more falls and a minor tantrum later, she gives in.

You’re holding out a hand before she even asks. She takes it.

“I’m only doing this because I’m freezing and tired,” she says, like you’ve dragged her to a hostile terrain under false pretences.

You smile. “Of course.”

“Not because I need you.”

“Obviously not.”

And then—slowly, awkwardly, but determined—she lets go of the wall.

One of her hands is in yours. The other is still on the penguin’s plastic face, but it’s progress. Her feet slide forward, cautious but brave. You guide her gently, fingers tight around hers, keeping pace. Every now and then she wobbles, curses softly in Spanish, and shoots you a dirty look—as if the ice itself is under your command.

“You’re laughing,” she accuses.

“I’m delighted.”

“I’m never doing this again.”

“You’re doing so well.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

A pause. A sigh.

“Yes. But I hate you also.”

And you can’t help it—you beam. The rink lights are too bright, the air smells like someone’s gym bag, and your girlfriend is hanging on to a fibreglass penguin for dear life, but it might be the best date you’ve ever been on.

Even if she spends the rest of it muttering darkly about broken ankles and national embarrassment.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

hii! can you write a dad! jaehyun au of oc and their kids playing with jaehyun and his big ass bobble head of hair before he has to cut it off before he enlists 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

"big ass bobble head" 😭😭😭

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Jaehyun felt his head being tugged in three different directions in all different levels of strength. You were being gentle behind him, soft fingers pulling pieces of hair into small ponytails all over his head.

His daughter was on his right side putting bows and barrettes that snapped against his skull roughly. His daughter had already forced him into one of her dress up, princess dresses, which he had unfortunately heard a multitude of seams rip and pop, but she insisted.

His son was seated on his lap, laughing and babbling while he grabbed at Jaehyun's hair and just pulled as hard as he could. If this were a few weeks ago, he would have stopped the toddler's hands from pulling on his already weak hair, but it wasn't a few weeks ago.

At this point it was just days away from his enlistment and he was soaking up all the family time he could get. If his kids wanted him to dress up as a princess and have fast food for every meal, he'd be happy to do it. Anything to make this transition for them easier, make the transition for him easier.

After a few minutes, his hair had all been gathered up and now he and his family were all in the bathroom. You had a pair hair clippers in your hand, a sad smile on your face as you grabbed one of the small bundled chunks of hair in your free hand.

You turned to your daughter who was excitedly wiggling in her spot on a kitchen chair, "I'll show you how to do it, and then you get your turn, ok?"

She nods, watching intently as the clippers buzz to life and begin to cut at the small ponytail of hair beneath the hair elastic. The small bundle of hair fell into his lap and his son grabbed at it with curiosity. Jaehyun laughed heartily as his son held the hair to his own head like he had just seen on his dad's head.

In an hour, Jaehyun had gone from a head full of bleach blond hair to a choppy blond buzz cut. Tomorrow he had an early appointment to get it fixed and dyed anyway.

His daughter wowed in amazement, "Appa, you look so different!"

You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, "you look handsome, honey."

Jaehyun tried to keep the mood light, refusing to focus on the thickness in your voice as he ran his hands over his short hair, "My head has never looked bigger."

The boy on his lap clapped, babbling nonsense until you all clearly heard, "big head!"

You all burst into laughter as his daughter also climbed into his lap and squeezed him in close for a hug, "I like your big head, Appa."

You and Jaehyun laugh as you both inconspicuously wipe and blink away tears respectively, "thank you, princess."

[guppybibi]

𖦹 pairing: Dad!Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader

𖦹 content: Crack & fluff, not proofread, ooc i think, d/n = daughters name, mild cursing

𖦹 notes: more self indulgent fics, this is bad lmao

And the world’s best husband who constantly makes his wife worried sick, award goes to Simon Riley! May we get a round of applause to commend this man? No? Alright, I’ll see myself out then. Hey, he doesn’t do it intentionally (most of the time). You gotta live a little, it’s not like he’s doing anything reckless. Oh but who can blame your heart when it dropped to the pits of your stomach upon seeing Simon carry your cherubic little toddler on one hand? He’s balancing her there like she’s a trained cheerleader! Maybe in the future, but she could barely even balance her own bobble head! Sure you may have been a teensy weensy bit over dramatic about it but accidents should be prevented as much as possible.

“Darlin’ look it’s fine, she’s even giggling.” He says just a little bit too casually, referring to your daughter who’s currently enjoying the little circus act they were performing. “Nope, put her down right this instant.” You command, and if Simon was scared of one thing it’d surely be you when you're angry. Guns and weapons would never compare to the fury of his wife. With a huff from him and a whiny complaint from your daughter, he sets her down onto the grassy yard.

“Oh what a killjoy, mama..” She puffs up her rosy cheeks, crossing her arms as she feigns hurt. You chuckle, looking up at Simon before speaking. “She’s got your accent. The rosy cheeks too.” You comment, lowering your head down to see your daughter avoiding eye contact with you as she acted offended.

"Which cheeks-”

“Nope, don't continue that sentence.” You could practically hear the way his lips formed a pout, copying your daughter. Pathetic, who knew a burly military man could get so soft for his little girl? “Awh come on eh? Don't be such a killjoy ‘luv.” He teases, using the same tone his little girl used.

Or maybe that one time Simon was blasting music the loudest the speaker could handle, it had a few curses and swear words here and there but his baby girl wouldn't pick up on it. He doubts she's even listening to daddy’s ‘bad’ music taste, so he's in the safe zone for sure!

Oh boy was he wrong…It was one of those days, you two were sharing chores—with you washing the dishes while he vacuumed around the house and hummed along to the song playing. While D/N was happily stacking her ABC blocks, she was silently listening to the song her daddy was playing. Even mumbling some of the parts since her daddy keeps putting this certain song on repeat. She barely knew the alphabet to begin with so she wouldn't even pick up on the words on the song, right?

“Mama!” She calls out, bringing her empty baby bottle as she signals for more milk. “Oh yes baby, I’ll fill your bottle right after I finish these.” You respond gently, rinsing the soapy suds away. “No, now bitch!” And with those words alone it felt like the toddler broke the sound barrier, silence filling the Riley’s usually noisy home when Simon slowly turned off the speaker. You and Simon share a look that plainly said “What the fuck.”, the man set the vacuum aside as it was time for another parenting lesson.

“Kiddo, that's no way to speak to your mum.” He lectures gently, taking her feelings into consideration. “Mama told you she’ll help you after, right? It's bad to call her names, mama sacrificed a lot for you.”

"But-” “No buts, kiddo. Your mum didn't spend 7 hours pushing you out and I didn't have to watch her scream out in pain like a demon just for you to curse at her.” Simon hoped he wasn't too harsh with his child, knowing they're tiny hearts are pretty fragile at this age. But he wasn't going to let it just slide, he watched his baby girl approach her mother and apologize. A smile gracing his face when he sees you forgive her and place a delicate kiss on her chubby cheek, he goes up to you once he sees the child take off to play in the living room.

“I think we should start considering the swear jar now.” You comment, placing a hand on your hip. “Definitely.”

“No more playing songs with any swear words from now on, Simon.” “Yes ma’am.”

[megalony]

You Belong With Me

This is a new Dark! Evan Buckley imagine based on an amazing request, I hope you will all like it.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: When Evan finds out he has a daughter he never knew about, he makes sure he is in her and (Y/n)'s lives. He missed two years of her life, he won't miss anything else. At any cost; they will be his again.

(Thank you for all the Dark! Buck ideas, please keep them coming)

Enjoy.

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All the kids running about the place made Evan's heart swell and had his lips pulling into a wide grin. He could feel adrenaline shooting through his system at the endearing sight of all the toddlers trying to be careful. It always seemed strange to Evan that in a panic or a bad situation, children were always calmer than adults.

They had no knowledge of these situations, no life lessons or reasoning or understanding to know what to do or what this meant. And yet, toddlers, children and young kids on their call outs were always the most well-behaved and calm out of all the groups.

Adults cried and panicked and ran around like headless chickens, but children were almost like soldiers waiting for orders.

When Bobby told all the kids to stay with an adult or a buddy and leave the room calmly, all these toddlers did as they were told. They were piling out of the room, hands clasped together, child-minders leading the way and ushering them out.

The building next door to this nursery had suffered a gas leak and as a precaution, they had to evacuate the nursery too. Parents were here to collect their children and everyone was leaving in an orderly fashion, despite Eddie confirming there was a gas leak in the kitchen that was spreading fast.

Evan stood by the door, watching each child that headed out the room to make sure they were alright. He nodded and grinned down at them, waving every now and then when one of them looked up at him. Evan preferred nurseries to schools. The kids were toddlers or very young children, it was a more relaxed environment with no uniforms and they could play and use their imagination.

Evan knew if he wasn't a fireman, he would liked to have been a teacher or something to do with kids like this sort of child-minding.

He waved to another child, but his head snapped to the left when he heard Hen calling out to him.

"Hey Buck, you've got a mini-me over here."

His eyes scoured the last five toddlers being led away, but his blue orbs landed on the little girl clinging to Hen's hand.

She was young, she couldn't have been more than two, three at a push. Her hair was spiked into ringlets and coming out of a bobble like she had been electrocuted. She had on a lovely blue dress that cast in frills around her stumpy legs hidden in black tights. Her little grey shoes flung out as she kicked her legs when she walked like she couldn't bend her knees.

But it was those eyes. Those eyes which had the matching shade of blue to Evan, and thick black lashes. It was the way her nose curved at the end and had a tiny bump in the middle like a bump in the road, absolutely matching Evan like a clay double.

It was her thin lips and the way that when she smiled- despite not understanding the situation- her lips quirked up to the right, similar to Evan's own bashful smile.

Matched with the pointed chin she had, the little girl mirrored Evan almost feature for feature.

Evan stood aghast, staring down at the little girl who was looking up at him with wide eyes and a toothy grin. She stretched her hand out towards him, despite not knowing who he was but the black and florescent yellow jacket must have made him look safe to her. She must have an understanding that a fireman was a safe person to be around.

Without a delay, Evan stretched his gloved hand down towards her and let her hold his hand rather than Hen's. He found himself enamoured, staring down at her while he slowly guided her out of the room and towards the reception where parents were desperately trying to find their children.

"Ella!"

"Mummy." The little girl looked between her mum and the fireman at her side, a cheeky grin still plastered on her face before she let go of him.

Evan's hand hovered by her back and he followed her, not wanting her to wander off or become lost in the flurry of panic and scattered people. But when he looked up to see who was taking her hand, his weight fell on his back foot and all the air evaporated in his lungs.

Oh God. It was her. (Y/n).

He stared, jaw dropping down towards the floor and his pupils taking over the expanse of his eyes while he watched her take the little girl into her arms. She didn't see him at first. Not until she stood up with the little girl on her hip and when her eyes locked on him, an audible gasp resonated from her plump lips.

She recognised him too. She recognised him, despite not seeing him for over two years now. And Evan recognised her too.

He remembered the girl he had been searching for, the girl who spent one night with him and seemed to disappear into thin air. He had looked for her, he searched the bar where they met and all surrounding places, but he couldn't find her. All he had was her first name to go on and that wasn't very much indeed, but he never gave up on finding her.

On finding the girl whose dreams aligned with his own, who was as desperate for a family as Evan was. The girl who shared his ideals and laughed at his jokes and made him feel so warm and at home in the little time they had spent together.

And here she was.

Evan could feel his feet moving without his command, stumbling to take him towards her while she stood frozen to the spot, locked down in shock. Before he could get close to her, a hand curled around his arm and he felt himself twisting to the left, stumbling in the direction he had just come from.

"Eddie found the leak, let's go shut it off and clean this place out. That's all the kids and personnel, safely outside now." Bobby's voice barely registered in Evan's ears as he patted Evan's shoulder and pointed towards the room they needed to walk through to get to the kitchen.

He didn't seem to realise that Evan was in shock, desperate to go and talk to the girl who haunted his dreams and the little girl who resembled him so much. Bobby didn't see the fight happening within Evan's mind or the fact that his body wanted to work on a different agenda. He simply handed Evan his gas mask and led the way.

Evan couldn't see her anymore. She had vanished in the throng of worried parents and confused yet delighted little children. And amidst the crowd he was staring at as he unwillingly followed Bobby, he heard Hen's voice, distant through the blood pumping through his ears.

"She looked just like you."

Indeed she did. Could she be his?

"Can I buy you a drink?"

The way she bit her lip made Evan's chest tighten and he could do nothing but watch the way she brushed a loose strand of hair back behind her ear, staring at him as if she wasn't sure where he had appeared from.

(Y/n) allowed her eyes to dance up and down the stranger who took the seat at the bar beside her.

He was handsome. The white shirt he wore seemed two sizes too small for him. It made his shoulders bulge out against the material and the short cuffs over his biceps looked like they were digging into his muscle like a turniquet trying to cut off his circulation. He had a broad, hard chest and high-waisted black trousers pulled tight over his hips.

His hair was the colour of brown sugar and formed soft waves that were swept to the back of his head.

Those eyes were the deepest shade of blue (Y/n) had ever seen and they looked glossed over as if they were crafted out of clay and paint that hadn't had chance to dry. His lips were a dark shade of rouge and when he darted his tongue out over his lower lip, (Y/n) found herself taking a sharp breath.

"Um, sure." Her head nodded along and she tried to keep her voice level and train her eyes on his radiant smile so she didn't give away the fact she had just drank him in from head to toe.

She found her breath catching in her throat when he leaned closer to her which made his arms tense and bulge out. She watched, enamoured, as he studied the glass in front of her and the alcohol remnants and when he ran the pad of his finger around the edge of the glass and found sugar, he grinned.

"Two martinis please."

Something told (Y/n) that was more than a lucky guess; he had probably been a bartender at some point. Given the way he was studying the glasses and how his eyes ran over each ingredient the barman reached for to make the drinks.

Evan felt his breath hitching in his throat when she folded her arms on the bar and pushed forward on the edge of her chair. It made her hair cast near her shoulder and pressed her chest out which made Evan struggle with the inner desire to look her up and down.

She was wearing a dark navy blue dress that hugged every curve on her figure, and the thin straps were close to sliding off her shoulders. He could see her foot swaying back and forth, rocking and shimmying the small black heels on her feet like she was waving daggers around for protection.

"I'm Buck."

"(Y/n)."

She nodded her head at him, trying in vain to hide her smile when he slid one of the drinks towards her when the waiter set them down.

"What brings you here?" He couldn't help but ask. There weren't many women here alone, and he couldn't see her looking for a friend that may have slipped off to the toilets.

"Got tired of sitting at home by myself I guess… what about you?" It had been another boring night for (Y/n). She couldn't find the will to stay in and stare at the same four walls again, not when she could head out and see what would happen. See if she could bump into a handsome stranger, like this.

"I don't know, thought I might try my luck meeting someone new."

Something told Evan to wander into a bar and have a drink. Going home to an empty flat wasn't appealing. He and his last girlfriend had parted on rather bad terms, and Evan couldn't deal with sitting wallowing in self pity tonight.

All the guys he worked with had steady relationships, some were even married or had kids. Why couldn't Evan have that? Why did he have to miss out because the right girl never seemed to find him? All he wanted was a family, someone to connect with and settle down with. He wanted something that seemed impossible for him, but easy for everyone else.

Evan found himself smiling at the girl sitting beside him.

As they talked, he felt himself relaxing more and more, and not just because of the drinks they were having. He found himself leaning into her, nudging their elbows together, smiling along with her. Their faces inched so close their breaths were intermingling together. He could feel each laugh floating into his lungs like he was getting high.

He could become intoxicated on that smile and laugh.

(Y/n) wasn't sure how long they had been sat at the bar, but it was long enough for the bartender to switch shifts with someone else and for the music on the dance floor to get even louder.

She loved the way Evan leaned his head on his arm and grinned over at her. He suddenly looked so childish and carefree and overall charming, even after however many drinks they had downed during the evening. All she knew was that they seemed to have connected. They got along like a house on fire, so to speak.

They had both just come out of bad relationships. They both thought they were at that point in their lives where settling down looked like it was on the horizon. They wanted a loving relationship and a family of their own and somewhere that really felt like home rather than a room to sleep in.

Evan wasn't sure where the sudden burst of adrenaline came from, but he leaned forward before he could think better of it and connected their lips.

(Y/n) reached her hand out to cup the side of his neck, as if making sure he wasn't about to pull away from her too soon. She felt his tongue prodding at her lips, asking for entrance while his fingers curled around her thigh as he leaned so close to her that he was in danger of falling off his stool.

When he pulled back, (Y/n) tipped her forehead against his and heaved to catch her breath back. She could feel his breaths fanning against her lips and his lower lip started to swell from where she had sank her teeth down into it.

There was a hooded look in his eyes and his lips curved up into a widespread grin that felt infectious.

"Wanna come back to mine?"

(Y/n) leaned over until her free hand could slide over Evan's knee and shift along his thigh while her lips captured his. She felt his leg jump when she squeezed his upper thigh and leaned closer until she was about to fall off her chair and directly onto his lap.

He had stolen the words right out her mouth.

***

With another compartment checked, Evan slammed the door shut and stormed around to the other side of the fire truck. The clipboard in his hand was starting to get finger marks imbedded into it from how tightly he was crushing the plastic in his grip. He could feel it starting to bend to his will, and Evan wished the universe would do as he pleaded and back down to his will.

He was starting to lose patience. Three days now he had been thinking of (Y/n) and that little girl and the more he thought about them, the more his mind cemented everything for him.

He had to find them, but he couldn't exactly turn on the nursery doorstep and ask if someone called (Y/n) took her daughter there. They would call the police. He would look like a stalker. Besides, he didn't even know her last name. All he knew was her first name and what she looked like, and the little girl she had who he suspected looked very much like him for a reason.

He snapped open another compartment in the truck and started to rummage around through the cannisters in there with such haste that everything began to topple over. Evan was two seconds away from throwing the clipboard at the wall before something caught the corner of his eye.

She was here.

(Y/n). The universe had listened to him. It had heeded his warnings and listened to his demands. She was here, now, in the station, right when he thought he was going to combust at the thought of not finding her and that little girl again.

"Buck?" Her voice was timid and quiet and he watched her eyes glance around the station like she thought she might be interrupting or not wanted here. When really, it was the total opposite.

Evan found himself smiling in her direction, despite the frustration he had been feeling a few seconds ago.

He jogged over to her, clipboard discarded on the side of the truck, and he ushered her over towards the lockers so they would be out the way and more free to talk without bystanders listening in. Evan had done his best the other day to pretend that Hen's comment about the little girl hadn't bothered him, but the whole team could see his mind had been somewhere else since then.

And there was no one he could talk to or open up to on the team, not yet. Not until he knew for certain if his suspicions were true or not. And Evan didn't want their advice. He didn't want Bobby's wisdom or Eddie telling him to be patient, bide his time, take things one step at a time.

Evan wanted to know now and he wanted to go into full throttle if he was right and that was his daughter. He wouldn't be taking things slow or tiptoeing around. He would blunder through this situation as he saw fit.

"Hi." Now she was here, he didn't quite know what to say, and it was clear she felt the same.

(Y/n)'s hand tightened around her bag that was looped on her left shoulder and she switched her weight from foot to foot. She danced her eyes around Evan's frame for a few seconds, debating where to look and how to approach this subject but she truly didn't know where to start.

She had seen on his helmet at the nursery that he worked for the 118 station, and it had taken her three days to pluck up the courage and to find the right station to come and see him. She had to see him. She had spent the last three years wondering where he was and wishing he would pop up out of the blue. Now he had appeared, there was no way she could turn this chance down to find him and talk to him.

"How are you? You look well." He looked different to the last time (Y/n) saw him. His hair was a bit longer, and he had sideburns this time. He seemed taller, but that was probably just (Y/n)'s hazy memory from the one night they spent together. His frame was definitely muscular to the last time they met too.

"That depends…" Evan tried to smile, but he couldn't make his smile reach his eyes no matter what he tried to tell himself.

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek and nodded, urging him to continue because she wasn't sure she could find any words right now. She managed to lift her gaze to meet his eyes, becoming enthralled by those ocean blue orbs that looked close to tears.

"Your little girl… is she mine?"

The pain in his voice was evident and it made (Y/n) cringe. She adverted her gaze down to the thick boots cladding his feet, noticing how they gleamed with polish in the artificial light.

She couldn't control how meek and defeated her voice sounded when she spoke. "Yes."

Her eyes lifted to see the way Evan croaked and his hand dragged along his face and pinched around his jaw. She could hear his shoulders clicking into place when he rolled them back and let his head fall back to stare up at the ceiling like some sort of God was about to make things better for them.

"Fuck. Two years. I've missed two years of her life." His voice rose in pitch and (Y/n) couldn't help but wince.

He had a daughter. He had a little girl who would be two years old now, and Evan had missed everything. He missed the scan appointments, the sound of her heartbeat. Those first kicks and movements, the birth. He hadn't been there to cradle her at night or settle her to sleep or give her her first feed. He hadn't witnessed her first words or seen her take those first unsteady steps and he hadn't taken her on her first day to nursery.

All the important things, everything he wanted to do when he thought about having kids, it had all been and gone and Evan had no idea it had been so close within his grasp.

"Buck I tried." (Y/n) raised her hand to swipe the tears away from her eyes, feeling a deep rooted urge to do the same to the tears trickling down Evan's face, but she didn't have the nerve.

"Evan. My name's Evan."

"See, how was I supposed to know that? I searched for you, but no one knew who 'Buck' was and I had no number or last name to go by. What was I meant to do? Advertise everywhere that the guy I had a one night stand with got me pregnant?"

A month after their one night together, (Y/n) found out she was pregnant, and there was no doubt that it was Evan's baby. But she didn't know his real name, she didn't have a last name or a phone number to contact him on or even a profile page to go to. All she had was that one night in a bar and the apartment he had rented month by month and by the time she went back there, she found he had moved on with no forwarding address.

There was no way for (Y/n) to find him or contact him and tell him she was going to have his child, and she searched everywhere she could think of. She always thought of him and wondered where he might be and what he might be doing, but she had to get used to the idea of raising her daughter alone.

"I looked for you. You're the one who left-"

"I got a call, I had to go. Evan I'm sorry, but we've found each other now, and I want you to be in Ella's life- if that's what you want." She had to leave in a hurry and in her haste, (Y/n) didn't leave her number and she stupidly thought they had exchanged numbers the night before.

It was her biggest regret, not hanging around to leave her name and number. She would never forgive herself for leaving in such haste.

"Of course that's what I want. I've missed everything with her so far; I won't miss anything else." The determination in Evan's took (Y/n) by surprise, but it made a smile form on her lips nonetheless.

Had she really believed he wouldn't want to be in Ella's life? Had she come down here to give him the curtesy of knowing he had a child, but thought he wouldn't care? This is all he ever wanted. Someone he had a connection with, someone he thought he could spend the rest of his life with, and kids with said person.

Now, he had two girls in his life, who he should have had in his life for over two years. He wasn't going to let them disappear again. This time, (Y/n) was staying in his life, and so was their daughter.

***

A grin spread across Evan's face when he looked down at the little girl currently swinging their entwined hands back and forth. Her tiny hand was engulfed in his and every now and then he would glide his thumb across the back of her hand. Both soothing her and releasing the excess energy he always had about him.

Evan liked how Ella would kick her legs when she walked, she looked like a clockwork figure as she only seemed to bend her knees when she was running. She stayed glued up into his side, every now and then leaning her head on Evan's leg like she was reassuring herself that he was still with her.

He thought that meeting Ella properly and trying to instate himself into her life was going to be a challenge. Evan thought he would have to work hard to prove to her he was someone to trust, someone who would love her to the end of the Earth.

But it seemed that as soon as she met him, she attached herself to him. She trusted Evan completely. She let him take her out, take her on drives and to the park and carry her around. She was happy whenever she was with him and she had been agreeable from the start to call him her dad. As soon as (Y/n) said this was her dad, Ella smiled and that's what she called him.

"Here we go," He murmured softly, nudging the back of his hand along her cheek when he guided her to the apartment door. He gave a polite knock before trying the door he already knew would be open.

(Y/n) was expecting them.

Evan had taken Ella out for the day and he was finally bringing her home to (Y/n), not that he wanted to leave her. At all. And he wanted to be around (Y/n) for as long as he could, he hadn't spent any time with her today and he was craving to have her within his sight as if he were suffering from withdrawels.

Once Ella kicked off her shoes, she did a little run but she squealed when Evan swooped his hands beneath her arms and swung her round in the air.

"Where'd you think you're going, girlie?"

He loved the way she squealed and the sound of her giggle which was so cheeky and all over a match for him. He hoisted her up and cocooned her against his chest so he could pepper a few kisses to her cheek while he walked into the apartment. He glanced his eyes around, cuddling Ella into him until he found (Y/n) bustling about in the kitchen.

"Delivery." He stated quietly, moving his arms up and down to motion to Ella who held her arms out so (Y/n) could come over and give her a kiss.

"Hi baby, did you have fun?"

"Yeah. Daddy stay?" Ella tilted her head back onto Evan's shoulder and grinned up at him while he looked over at (Y/n).

"Sure, daddy can stay for tea." A bright grin lit up (Y/n)'s face when Evan nodded and Ella squealed. They seemed to have had a fun day and it only seemed right to let Evan stay over for something to eat. He didn't have anywhere to be, (Y/n) knew that. And she had an inkling that he would be more than happy to stay and put Ella to bed later.

Evan set Ella down to her feet, kissing her cheek before he mumbled a soft "Off you go," knowing she was tired and would most likely go and snuggle down on the sofa until tea was ready.

Once she toddled off, he advanced round the kitchen island until he was stood beside (Y/n). He peered over her shoulder to see what she was cooking. Spaghetti.

"Need some help?"

"I think it's almost done- oh, whatever you did with the boiler last time… could you work your magic again? The water isn't getting hot again." She ticked her head to the side to indicate to the boiler cupboard in the corner of the kitchen.

Last time Evan came over, he had fixed the problem within two minutes when the hot tap didn't get any better than luke warm.

"Sure."

(Y/n) felt his hands on her hips as he weaved behind her to get to the corner and while he worked, she took a few moments to observe him. He looked so calm and in his element. The smile didn't leave his lips and it made her stomach flutter with adrenaline.

All those times she thought about how things would go if she ever found Evan again and introduced him to Ella, she always thought something would go wrong. She thought there would be some sort of draw back, that maybe Ella wouldn't take to having a dad or that Evan wouldn't be interested or would find it hard to adapt to fatherhood.

It had been the total opposite. Evan was eager to do whatever he could, for both of them. He wanted to be involved, to pick Ella up from nursery, to have her and be around them both on his days off. He called every day to check in on them both, his eagerness and love wasn't wavering in the slightest.

He was head over heels for both of them.

"It's the pressure that keeps going… might want to get the landlord to take a look." Evan double-checked that the pressure was going back up before he closed the cupboard and moved over to the sink to check the water.

"Given any luck he might take a look by Christmas." (Y/n) grinned as she placed a few bowls on the counter. When she turned round and noticed the hot tap was finally spitting out hot water, she leaned over and pecked Evan's cheek. "My hero."

"You having problems with this place?" Evan folded his arms over his chest and pushed his hips back into the counter next to the sink. He tilted his head back and looked around for a few moments while a few thoughts started to circle round his mind.

"It's not exactly falling apart, but it's getting close."

(Y/n) had picked this apartment because the area was safe and compared to other flats she had looked at, this was the best one. Nothing was really broken, but the boiler was on its last legs, there were cracks in the walls, the plumbing wasn't great and sometimes the pipes leaked.

But this was better than an apartment on the other side of town that wasn't a safe area. And this was better than being on the tenth floor of a grubby building, so (Y/n) counted herself lucky. And this wasn't a forever home, this was just temporary until she found a better home, preferably a house, for her and Ella.

She busied herself dishing up the spaghetti, making sure not to add too much into Ella's plastic bowl as she knew the toddler would be more tired than hungry right now. But she almost dropped the bowl when Evan's next words registered in her ears.

"So why don't we get a place together?"

"What?" She set the bowl down before her hands started to shake and she lost her grip. Her hands moved to run up and down her waist and her eyes lifted to look at Evan, but he looked deadly serious. He wasn't joking her around or being cynical and somehow, he looked like he had already given this much more thought than just a passing idea.

"Well, you said this place is only temporary, and I wanna be there for everything with Ella. And you… I want to be with you." He pushed off the counter and moved over to her until (Y/n) was leaning back into the kitchen island and his hands gingerly reached out for her hips.

When she didn't pull away or push him back, his hands squeezed her flesh and he leaned closer until their chests were touching and the tip of his nose was touching hers.

"Evan, I- I don't know… that's a big step." It wasn't like they had been together years or even months. This wasn't something to just agree to and see how it goes, both of them had to think about this and see if it would be a good idea for them, for Ella.

(Y/n) would admit that she had become close to Evan since they found each other. This month of getting to know him properly and seeing how natural and eager he was with Ella proved to (Y/n) that having him in their daughter's life was the right choice. And it would be a lie to say she hadn't thought about seeing if Evan's lips tasted as intoxicating as the first time they kissed.

But she didn't want to rush into anything and make a mistake. If they found they weren't good in a relationship, it would ruin things. It would be so confusing for Ella to have them all move in together only to then change and move apart again if it didn't work out. They had to have a stable environment for Ella.

"And Ella, say we did move in together, all three of us and it didn't work. That would be confusing and damaging for her."

"I don't think that would happen. I think we both know there's something between us, something electric, and I want to have that with you. Think about it, you wouldn't be alone bringing her up anymore and I can properly be there for you both. I want to be her dad and have us all be a functional family."

"I guess…" It was definitely something to think about, they could trial it and see if they could get along together, maybe have Evan stay here with them for a while and see how they went before they took this big step. And they would have to try a functional relationship together without just moving in first.

"You told me when we met that you've always wanted a family, and that's all I ever dreamed of. We can have that. You. Me. And our girl."

It was clear that Evan loved Ella, and something about the way that he looked at her now told (Y/n) he felt the beginning of love for her too. It seemed like (Y/n) was on the right path to falling in love with Evan too, and surely that counted for something.

(Y/n)'s knees almost gave way when Evan pressed his chest down onto hers so much that she could feel his heart thumping away in his chest like a rabbit. She could feel the heat radiating off of him and the yearning when he swooped down and attached his mouth to hers.

It felt like sparks were flying around them. Evan kissed her like it was the most natural thing in the world, as if they were meant to be together. As if they had been together for years and had already fallen into a rhythmic dance of life together.

Evan couldn't help himself when he smiled into the kiss and slid his tongue past her lips.

He could feel it in the way she gripped his shoulders that she had already more or less agreed. Things were finally going his way. He had found someone to be with, and they had an instant family now that he knew he had a daughter. They could move in together and have the family they both yearned for, and Evan wouldn't lose either of them again.

There was still a fire burning within his chest at the thought of what he had missed out on already with Ella. But he tried to calm that raging fire with the knowledge that he would witness so much more. He would take her to school on her first day, he would be there if she fell and he would be here with her if she had nightmares. He would never miss anything in her life again.

And if (Y/n) was going to be with him, he could be there for what he had missed out on with Ella. He wanted a big family, Ella was no doubt the first, she wasn't going to be their one and only child.

They could have kids together and do the process properly this time, Evan could be there when (Y/n) went to her first scan. He could hear the heartbeat, feel the kicks and see the way (Y/n)'s body changed and her stomach grew. He would be there for the birth and witness the things he had missed out on this time. They could have a big, happy family together, and Evan wanted that to start as soon as possible.

Being around Ella was just making Evan's heart yearn for more. He wanted a baby in his arms, he wanted kids, so many kids. Looking after Ella and finally being in her life just assured him that this is what he wanted. And he could feel something stirring deep within him at the thought of (Y/n) getting pregnant again.

This kiss was just the beginning. Evan was going to make sure they had the family they always wanted; the family he had almost missed out on.

The universe had given his girls back to him, and he wasn't going to let anything ruin this.

***

(Y/n) made sure to be careful closing the front door behind her so she didn't disturb the little girl in her arm. She leaned her cheek on top of Ella's head that was laid on her shoulder. The toddler had both arms loosely draped around (Y/n)'s neck and a lilac dummy between her lips.

Once the door was quietly shut behind them, she walked through the hall and aimed for the stairs. She jostled Ella in her arms as she headed up to the little girl's room.

Ella had been ecstatic to learn that they were all moving into a house together and she had been so happy when Evan let her help him paint. She had chosen to have her bedroom painted purple with a boarder of flowers around the middle of the walls.

Heading inside, (Y/n) leaned down and gently laid Ella down in bed so she could have a power nap. She had been lively at nursery when (Y/n) went to pick her up so they went out to the park for a while. As soon as they got back in the car, Ella had been out like a light. She would need a long power nap before she woke up for the rest of the afternoon.

(Y/n) kissed her temple before she quietly left the room, making sure to leave the door open ajar in case Ella woke up.

Just as she turned around, she paused when the door opposite opened and a grin pulled at her lips when she looked over at Evan. He looked a bit beraggled with his curls spiked up in every direction, his eyes dark and misty from sleep and his shorts hanging low on his hips. while his shirt was crumpled around the middle and rolled up just enough to show off his abdomen.

He had only just woken up, (Y/n) gathered. He had been on a double shift that ended this morning while (Y/n) was at work. She figured he would come home and have a nap after a long shift.

She moved towards him and reached her hands up to cup his face, pushing on her tiptoes so she could press a kiss to his lips. But her head tilted to one side and her eyes narrowed when she took in his expression.

He had one brow slightly arched and his lips were set into a small, thin line like a crack in the wall. Added with the way the end of his nose was curled up, he didn't look very impressed and that look was enough to send shivers running up and down (Y/n)'s spine.

"Evan, what's wrong?" Her voice came out quiet but laced with concern while she watched him slant to the right until his shoulder was pressed against the door frame.

He crossed both arms over his chest and leaned his temple back against the open door. The way his eyes raked up and down her body was like he was studying her for something and it made her feel somehow uneasy. Had she done something? Did something happen while she had been out? Had he suffered a bad shift?

"Where were you?"

"I was at work this morning." She ran her hand up and down his chest and leaned up to peck the side of his neck before she weaved past him to get into their room.

She could feel him turning around to follow her and while she moved towards the end of the bed and began stripping from her work clothes. Her eyes locked with his in the mirror once she'd pulled her shirt over her head. He had perched down on the bed behind her, his feet tapping against the rug and his arms folded over his chest again as he watched her.

"I meant after work, where'd you two go?" Evan's eyes glanced to the left towards the doorway and back to (Y/n) to make his point.

He knew (Y/n) had been at work this morning, that was why Ella had been in nursery today. But Evan didn't know where she had gone after work. Where she had gone with Ella. He liked to know. If he was home and neither of his girls were here, Evan wanted to know why. He wanted to know where they were, what they were doing and when they would be coming home.

"We went to the park, with Amy from work, why?" Ella had still been lively when she came out of nursery and it was a sunny day. (Y/n) couldn't turn down Amy's offer to go for a walk to the park before they went their separate ways.

(Y/n) tossed her shirt and leggings into the hamper and began to change, but she paused when she felt Evan reaching out for her. His hands found her hips and he spun her around so she was facing him and when he parted his knees to the sides, he tugged her to stand between them.

"You never said you were going, and you didn't answer my calls." The expression on Evan's face was somewhat stern and it made (Y/n)'s stomach ignite with nervous tension.

Was she supposed to say she had decided last minute to take Ella to the park? What difference did it make when they didn't have any plans this afternoon? She hadn't been gone long, and her phone was on silent in her bag from being at work. (Y/n) didn't know he had called.

"Baby, we were busy-"

"I didn't know were you were. Next time, tell me."

(Y/n) found herself nodding along and her breath caught in her throat when Evan wound his arms around her waist and pulled her down to steal a kiss from her lips.

He wanted to know where his girls were; Evan didn't like having either of them out of his sight.

A shiver scratched away at (Y/n)'s nerves at the memory which she tried to push to the back of her mind when she watched the familiar jeep pull up in front of her.

At first, it had been sweet. (Y/n) found it rather endearing in the beginning that Evan called on his breaks to check in with her. She would hand the phone over to Ella after a while and the pair would chat until Evan had to get back to work.

If there had been an accident nearby, Evan would tell (Y/n) so she could avoid traffic jams or know which areas to avoid.

He would ask what shifts she worked so he could give her lifts to work or so he knew when to take Ella to nursery and they could plan their days off together.

But now, it was starting to change.

Odd phone calls on breaks were now sporadic calls every day when he wasn't with her. They were check up calls to ask where she was, what she was doing, where was Ella, if he was at work and wasn't with them. (Y/n) used to keep her phone on her desk at work, but now she stuffed it far down into her bag on silent so she didn't see how many texts Evan would send her while she was at work.

Planning to do something without Evan wasn't an option unless he was at work, and even then, she still had to tell him where she was going or he would get unnerved.

Taking Ella out somewhere without Evan wasn't an option either. It was as if Evan thought the world was so unsafe or unfair that he had to protect them all from something. He didn't like the girls being anywhere without him and if he didn't know where they were, all Hell would break loose.

(Y/n) wasn't sure how much longer she could be suffocated like this. The first few months of living with Evan was perfect. It was normal; it was what she dreamed of when she thought of the family she'd always wanted and the family they were trying to create together.

But now, (Y/n) wasn't sure she could cope like this. It was like she had been locked in a plastic bubble and the air was slowly starting to fade away. She was being suffocated and she didn't know what to do about it or how to escape.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) forced herself to smile and walked over to the jeep, clambering up into the passenger seat.

She snook a glance in the back, feeling her heart warm at the sight of Ella, curled up in her car seat. The toddler had a teddy cocooned to her arms, her head lolled to one side and she was breathing softly around her dummy.

She pulled her belt around and allowed herself to relax when she felt Evan's fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head up in his direction so he could give her a kiss. The warmth of his lips was loving and sweet and made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter and try to wash away all the doubts and bad thoughts plaguing her mind.

He mumbled a soft "Hello," against her lips before he dove back for another kiss and pulled her lower lip between his teeth in a playful, bruising touch. His thumb glided across her chin and his nose nudged against hers before they finally parted and he sat up straight in his seat.

"Good day?" (Y/n) slouched back in her seat and leaned to the side so she could look over at Evan as he began to drive.

"Yeah, well, Chimney broke a finger today so Hen's put it in a splint for him, but other than that nothing out of the ordinary."

Out of all the injuries they could get on shift, Evan thought it was rather strange to get such a minor injury as a broken ring finger. It meant Chimney now had two fingers taped together on his left hand and he wouldn't be driving for a while, but he could still work which was a good thing. Other than that, Evan had been relieved to have an easy shift as far as his job went.

"Broken bones are ordinary, huh?" (Y/n) managed a smile while she looked ahead at the passing scenery.

"Rather a finger than an arm or a leg. What about your day?"

Evan snook a glance in the rear view mirror and looked back at the little girl sleeping soundly. He had finished his shift a bit earlier this afternoon so he decided to pick Ella up from nursery and take her down to see Maddie for a while. He didn't want to be sat at home on his own when he could have his little girl with him, and Ella preferred being home to being at nursery.

He was glad she was only going to nursery two days a week because it meant he got more time with her on his days off. He wasn't about to lose anymore time with his girl by sending her to nursery when she didn't like it and didn't want to go. If she would rather be out and about with Evan then he would happily oblige. And he had clearly tired her out playing with Maddie because she had been asleep for a good half an hour now.

"Nothing as exciting, I'm afraid."

"Oh. Well, why were you at the doctors earlier? I presume it was for you, since Ella was at nursery."

His words shocked (Y/n) and she sat up straighter in her seat as a deep frown set in her features.

How did Evan know that? How had he known that she had left work for an hour this morning to go to an appointment? She hadn't told him, or anyone else, since it was only a routine check up and to take some bloods. (Y/n) had been feeling run down, not to mentioned nervous with Evan's changing behaviour. Last time she felt run down, she had been low on iron so the doctor had taken bloods to see if she could be prescribed anything.

It wasn't anything to worry about and she got the appointment at short notice, so (Y/n) hadn't put it on the calander at home. So How did Evan know she had been?

"How- how did you know that?" She tried her best to control her voice and stop it from wavering or giving away how uneasy this conversation and that knowledge was making her. She didn't want to have an argument here in the car.

"I tried messaging you, your phone location said you were at the doctors. everything okay?" Evan spoke as if it was the most normal thing in the world while he dragged his right hand along his mouth and down his jaw.

He glanced his eyes to the right to look at (Y/n), seeing the wheels turning in her mind and the distant look on her face like she was lost in thought.

If she wasn't going to tell him where she was, he would have to check the locator app that happened to be on both their phones. He had messaged, he sent quite a few texts actually, but (Y/n) didn't respond and it made him worry. But his worry only spiked when he looked on the app and saw that she hadn't been at work, but was at the doctors instead.

He knew if it had been something for Ella, it would have been on the calendar and she would have told him since he had the afternoon off. And since Ella had still been at nursery when he went to pick her up, Evan educated that (Y/n) couldn't have taken her to the hospital. It had to be an appointment for herself, but even that was worrysome.

She hadn't told him she had an appointment and she hadn't mentioned feeling unwell or needing to see a doctor. Evan needed to know these things and if (Y/n) wasn't going to tell him, he would have to keep checking the location on her phone to make sure both his girls were okay.

"It was just for routine blood tests." Moving her left arm out in his direction, (Y/n) let him see the cotton taped into the crease of her elbow. She wasn't sure why she was trying to prove her point and she almost jerked back when Evan's hand found her thigh.

"I would have gone with you if you'd of said."

Something told (Y/n) that he would have gone with her whether she asked or not, if he had known about the appointment. And (Y/n) already knew if there were any appointments for Ella, it would be an unspoken rule that Evan would be there.

His hand gave her thigh another squeeze as if to draw her attention. "You feeling okay?"

She didn't dare say she had been feeling run down. (Y/n) wasn't sure what kind of mood Evan might go into if she wasn't well, he might become smothering and she was already starting to lose air when she was around him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." She didn't feel okay. Evan was tracking her movements, she didn't even know she had anything on her phone that would allow him to check her location. It wasn't enough that he had been messaging and ringing her every time she was out of his sights or when he didn't have Ella with him, now he was tracking her instead.

Surely this behaviour wasn't normal.

***

Twisting his head to the side, Evan buried his cheek into the pillow while he looked down at his phone. Eddie had texted him. Chris was eager to go out bowling tomorrow, and wanted to know if Evan, (Y/n) and Ella would tag along. He wasn't sure if Ella had been bowling before, but he had a feeling it would be something she would enjoy.

He sent a quick reply asking for the time and saying they would all be happy to go along, before he placed his phone down on the coffee table.

His hand ran along his eyes to try and wake himself up a little, he didn't want to fall asleep right now, not when it was only mid-afternoon. His sleep schedule was already messed up from all the odd shifts he worked, he didn't want to screw it up anymore by napping during the day.

A smile trickled across his lips when he looked down at Ella. The little girl was snuggled up on his chest. She had her knees curled up into her tummy, her head tucked into Evan's shoulder and her arms snuggled into his chest.

Evan had quickly fallen in love with the way she cuddled up to him, she seemed to love lying directly on top of his chest like this. And her weight was comforting, like a weighted blanket full of love and he could feel her drooling onto his chest. She had been dozing on and off for the last hour while he had a movie on in the background.

When she mumbled something and blearily opened her eyes to look up at him, a brighter grin broke out on Evan's face. He glided his free hand up and down her back in soothing circles while he looked down at her.

"What's the matter baby?" He murmured softly as he moved his hand up to card his fingers through her small bouncing curls.

He felt her shuffle round and it made his heart swell when she propped her chin up on his chest so she could look up at him with those big blue eyes that could get her anything she wanted. Those eyes would always melt Evan and any mood he was in, one look from his little girl and he would give in to almost anything she asked.

"Mummy said we go on an adventure soon, girl trip, but you're not coming. I don't wanna go without you."

Suddenly an added weight piled down on Evan's chest along with Ella until he could barely breathe at all. His hand stilled and moved back down to rest on her lower back while his eyes seemed to look off into the distance.

What was she talking about?

What kind of trip was (Y/n) planning that couldn't involve him? Why had she been filling Ella's head with these ridiculous ideas and let her get worried?

Did (Y/n) really think she could take Ella anywhere without Evan? He had missed out on everything in her life so far, he wasn't going to sit back and let (Y/n) take it from him all over again. They were his girls. (Y/n) was the one for him, the one who would always have his heart in her hands, and Ella was his entire world.

He wouldn't be without either of them, not for a day.

Evan tried his best to ignore the flames igniting within his stomach and sending fury through his nerves like bolts of lightning. He wrapped both arms around Ella and leaned down to press a dozen kisses to her temple which made her smile.

He hushed her quietly while he breathed against her temple, trying to think. There was no way this was happening. If (Y/n) was planning to go somewhere, she could go on her own for a few days, but she wasn't taking Ella. Evan wouldn't take that risk of (Y/n) disappearing and losing them both. Not again. Ella wasn't leaving his sight.

"Hey, don't you worry baby girl, you're not going anywhere without me. Mummy meant a day trip, that's all. I won't let you out of my sight, I promise."

She seemed to relax at his words and her eyes closed as she shuffled up higher on his chest until her face was tucked into the crook of his neck. Her soft breaths fanned against his skin and gave Evan something to focus on and regulate his own breathing.

He should have put her to bed for a nap. He had been planning to once she properly fell asleep, but not anymore. He wasn't letting her out of his sight, and he didn't want to put her down now either. He wanted to have her right here, as close to his heart as he could get her so she knew he wasn't going anywhere. So Ella knew no one was taking her away from him, not now, not ever.

He wasn't sure how long they both laid there, cuddled up together while Evan's foot tapped against the end of the sofa like a constant hammer hacking away at the arm rest. But the longer they stayed there, the more riled up Evan became. All he could think about was what (Y/n) thought she was doing and why she was trying to disrupt everything.

He could feel himself practically going red with fury and indignation until the front door chimed.

Evan's jaw ground down so tightly his teeth began grating together and his jaw clicked with every movement. He continued to glide one hand up and down Ella's back while the other hand cradled the back of her head and his lips attached to her temple once again.

"Don't you two look cute." (Y/n) wondered if her words fell upon deaf ears when Evan didn't even look up at her as she walked into the living room.

She leaned over the sofa and pressed a passing kiss to his temple and gave his shoulder a squeeze before she ran her fingers through Ella's bouncing curls. After a few seconds of unusual silence, (Y/n) turned and headed into the kitchen.

Maybe Evan was tired. Maybe he hadn't had the best day and was trying to decompress and settle down with Ella.

She busied herself putting the kettle on and grabbing a cup from the cupboard before she turned around at the sound of footsteps. Evan had seemingly laid Ella down, asleep, on the sofa so he could come and talk to (Y/n).

She didn't like the look on his face. He looked unsettled and the way his jaw kept moving back and forth was unnerving and creating a constant grinding noise that made (Y/n)'s bones cringe.

"Good day, babe?" It was hard to keep her voice level and smile despite the unruly look she was getting.

"Great. So, when's the girls trip?" His voice was as dark as the look in his eyes and it made (Y/n) sidestep to the left until she had unintentionally walked herself into a corner.

"What?"

Evan looked rather casual for someone so riled up with such a gritty voice that (Y/n) wasn't so sure it was her partner stood in front of her anymore. He now had his arms folded over his chest and his hip slanted against the kitchen island while he stared down at her with looks that could put her in an early grave.

"Ella told me. She also said she doesn't want to leave me, so mind telling me where the Hell you think you're taking our daughter without telling me?" It was clear he was trying to keep his voice quiet and calm so they didn't disturb Ella sleeping in the next room. But he was finding it hard.

By the end of his words, Evan was near on shouting and his low voice caused the walls to shake in fear. If people had auras, the one surrounding Evan would have been pure black by now. He was beyond angry, beyond deceived, he was infuriated and to the point of desperation.

Both (Y/n)'s hands started to tap against her thighs as her chest swelled and swelled with each deep breath she took without exhaling any air.

"I… I- Evan I was just going to take her down to see my parents for a while."

They both knew it was a lie. (Y/n) wasn't a good liar and it wasn't a good lie to try and tell. It was feeble and silly because it was so unbelievable. She had been planning to take their daughter somewhere without Evan and now she was facing the consequences of him finding out what she had been up to.

She shouldn't have told Ella. She should have just packed a few things when Evan was at work and left one afternoon without telling anyone or leaving any signs.

But (Y/n) didn't want to go out of the blue without preparing Ella first, leaving on a whim would frighten her. But now she had blabbed to Evan, something (Y/n) didn't think Ella would do because she told her it was a little trip for a few days rather than the truth.

That (Y/n) wanted to take her away and was unsure whether she would ever come back.

"Now why don't I believe you?"

(Y/n) winced and coiled her arms around her waist at the sound of Evan's cynical voice. When he took a step closer, she wished she had somewhere to step back, but she was against the counter already and she couldn't stop him from walking over to her.

He stood close enough that their chests were one inch from touching and she could see the lines appearing around his nose when his lips formed an awfully dark look down at her.

"I need a break. I can't- I'm suffocating here, you won't let me breathe and you won't let Ella out of your sight. God forbid I try and walk to the shops with her and not tell you. We can't go on like this-"

"No, we can't."

He wasn't listening. He wasn't even going to try and hear her side of things. (Y/n) couldn't live like this, she couldn't live having to tell Evan her every movement and have him messaging her asking why she was going places because he was watching her movements on her phone locator.

When she tried to turn the locator off and delete the app, a few days later it suddenly reappeared. When she ignored his texts, they became snarky and persistent and if she didn't answer a call he got demanding.

If she didn't tell him where she was going with Ella he would practically blow a fuse. He wanted their daughter within his sights and he wanted to always know where she was and what she was doing. And if (Y/n) didn't get away from Evan now, even just for a few days, he was going to get a lot worse now she had planned something like this behind his back.

Her eyes followed Evan as he sidestepped from her and moved towards the sink. His hand gripped the edge of the counter and he began tapping his fingers madly on the side like he was doing Morse code.

"I'll take her to my parents, just for the week, so we can both think and calm down." Her words sounded like a question, but she tried to make it a statement. It would be best for them all, just a few days apart so they could both clear their heads and try to work things out and move past this point.

A gasp caught at the back of (Y/n)'s throat when Evan lunged a glass into the sink. It splintered into thousands of tiny shards, scattered all around the metal rim of the sink while (Y/n) pressed her trembling hands against her mouth to stop herself from screaming or crying, she wasn't sure which.

Her body shook and pressed back into the counter while she tried to shuffle away as slowly as possible so he wouldn't notice.

He had never broken anything in front of her before. Evan had never had a temper around (Y/n) or Ella; she had yet to find anyone who had seen him riled up like this. (Y/n) didn't know this side of Evan existed, and she didn't like it.

"You're not taking my daughter anywhere." He almost looked like he was smiling.

That gritty, sandpaper tone made (Y/n) want to cry and she took three steps away while Evan wasn't looking. Both his hands were now planted down on the counter and his elbows were locked straight, pushing his force down onto his hands while his upper body arched over like he thought he might be sick.

"She's our daughter-"

"Don't play righteous with me when you've been plotting to take her without even telling me. My daughter stays with me, you do not take her anywhere. You had her for two years, I missed everything. Every fucking milestone, (Y/n), and I won't miss a single day again."

When he turned his head to the right and realised (Y/n) had moved away from him, Evan broke out of place. He moved faster than she could anticipate and his palm glued into the fridge, creating an unmoveable barrier to stop her from moving any further away from him.

(Y/n) couldn't help but whimper and she tried to look to the left when she heard Ella whining softly and moving around on the sofa. It didn't sound like she was fully out of her nap, the little girl was a deep sleeper, but that glass would have stirred her in the least.

She couldn't move. When she tried to nudge Evan's arm down and gingerly point in Ella's direction, Evan simply shook his head. She would be fine and if she got fussy, it would be Evan who went to soothe her, not (Y/n).

"You're both my girls, and you belong with me. Neither of you are going anywhere, and that's final." His voice sounded like he was starting to calm down, but the maddening look in his eyes said otherwise.

Evan had missed out on too much with Ella, and he wasn't going to let (Y/n) take her away from him. He wouldn't lose her for a second time, it was out of the question. And he wasn't going to let (Y/n) up and walk out either. She was his girl, they were his and they belonged with him. Evan would die before he let either of them go.

"Evan…"

A whimper tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips and she shut her eyes tight when Evan grabbed her chin. His thumb and index finger pressed into her cheeks like he was trying to make her lips pop and the force was starting to make her jaw ache. He tilted her head back until the back of her head was pressing into the fridge and her head was pointed up in his direction.

When she didn't open her eyes, he gave her jaw a jiggle from left to right to gain her attention. (Y/n) nervously glanced up at him, unable to keep eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time, and she was grateful for the tears falling down her face which distorted his crazed image in front of her.

She pinned her arms against her chest, shuddering into the fridge when Evan pressed every inch of himself against her. His chest was firm and hard and felt like a brick wall tumbling down on her, crushing her, giving her no way out.

"Do you understand?"

There was a warning tone in his voice. (Y/n) didn't want to find out what would happen if she said no and tried to defy him.

"Yes." She understood completely. She understood that she was now trapped and Ella was the anchor that would bind her to Evan. She would never be able to take Ella away from him. Evan would find her, he wouldn't lose his daughter for anything in the world and he didn't look like he would ever give (Y/n) up either.

They were both bound to him and nothing would change that. (Y/n) would never be able to take Ella away, he would find them. He was going to get worse now. He would continue to check on her whereabouts because he was going to worry that one day, (Y/n) might try and abscond with Ella.

And (Y/n) had foolishly let Evan adopt her. She hadn't known his details when she gave birth, so she couldn't put anything down under father's name. But now she had found him and when things seemed to be going smoothly, Evan adopted Ella. It solidified things, it made her his well and truly. How could (Y/n) take her away now?

A shudder tore through her body and had her feet scraping against the floor when Evan leaned down and pressed a searing kiss to her lips. He loosened his grip on her chin, but didn't quite let go. His thumb stroked up and down her jaw while his touch bruised her lips and his teeth sank down into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

Maybe she had gotten a lucky escape the first time around. Maybe the universe had been trying to send her a sign when she couldn't find Evan after finding out she was pregnant. What if fate had been trying to tell her that it would be better, safer, easier, to have Ella alone than to let Evan become involved?

Had she made a terrible mistake by bumping into him and letting him into their lives? Did it really matter now? What's done was done and (Y/n) couldn't change a thing. She couldn't get out of this situation.

Everything had changed now.

[onboardsorasora]

De Aged Daniel Part 15

Did I manage to take a cute moment and make it angsty? have you met me????? As usual... I have not read this over lool

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Part 14

By the time Max got out of debrief, it was lunch time and he was antsy. Of course, Charles hadn’t texted him at all with updates, so by the third hour of meetings, Max was completely over it and wanted to find Little Daniel.

He walked towards the Ferrari hospitality, expecting to see a trio of dark hair. Nothing. Grunting, he took out his phone.

“Where are you?” Max asked as soon as the call connected.

“Hello to you too Max.” Charles said to annoy him.

Max rolled his eyes and stepped in the middle of the paddock walkway, “Hello Charles, where are you and Daniel?”

“I am in debrief, Lewis and Fernando are watching Daniel.”

“Together?” Max was surprised.

“Nando looked very happy to watch him, and Daniel was laughing with Lewis. They are probably at Mercedes.”

“Lovely. Thank you Charles.” Max hung up with a sigh and turned in the direction of the Mercedes hospitality. Stepping through the doors, he was immediately greeted with Little Daniel’s loud laugh. 

He felt his shoulders sag in relief, not at all realizing that they’d been tight in the first place.

Little Daniel was in a teal 44 shirt, George’s helmet on his head, sat on George’s shoulders grinning down at an equally grinning Alonso. Max felt like he stepped into a different dimension.

Lewis walked around the corner with a tray in hand, a large pizza slice took up the plate. “Hey Man, they finally release you?” Lewis grinned at him while placing the tray on the table. 

“Maxsh!” Little Daniel yelled excitedly. He wiggled on George's shoulder enough for him to get the idea to let the toddler down. Little Daniel grinned up at Max, his exuberant face showing through the visor.

“Hey Daniel, did you have fun?” Max knelt to his level while Little Daniel's head bobbled.

“I did! I got to sit in Lewis' car! And it went brrmmmm!” He excitedly imitated the sound of the engine starting up. “And I got to- I got to scoot- on the on the–” here he mimed a scooter poorly, it made Max grin while he nodded for Little Daniel to keep going. “And then we went wooosh! On the road! And it was so cool! And then Ferdando he threw me in the air like wow! And then George gaved me the helmet and it was like yours!”

“They did?” He asked in awe, looking up to see the guys watching them fondly, Lewis whispering something to George. Max rolled his eyes at them and refocused on Little Daniel whose head bobbled while he nodded, little hands holding the bright blue helmet to stabilize it.

“That's amazing, you had a lovely time. Are you hungry? Lewis got you pizza.” Max scooped his little body in his arms and Little Daniel's skinny arms tried to stretch around his neck. Max snorted his mirth at the press of George's helmet into the side of his head while Little Daniel tried to get closer

“You can't eat with George's helmet on, he needs it to drive. Do you want to take it off?” Max removed the helmet when Little Daniel nodded. His curls were all over the place, some flattened to his head and others wild and wiry. Max combed his fingers through them all the same.

He sat Little Daniel down at the table while Lewis finished cutting the slice into more manageable bits. Little Daniel took the first slice and munch happily, his little body wiggling while he ate.

“Could you be any more whipped?” George teased, watching as Max kept a hand on Little Daniel’s head.

“Someone needs to take care of him until he decides he wants to switch back.” Max argued with a shrug.

“Blake could.” Lewis pointed out and Max barely held his recoil. Daniel came to him, it meant something and he wasn’t going to pass him off to someone else.

“I think I am doing a good job.” He said instead. To which he received nods of agreement. 

“He wouldn’t stop talking about you and the cats.” Fernando pointed out, “you are doing a good job of taking care of his soul while he takes his time elsewhere.” And Max could only nod while his chest warmed.

Little Daniel shifted to his knees on the chair so he could try and reach for a miniature Aston Martin on the table that Max had missed. Max handed over the toy while encouraging Little Daniel to eat another piece of pizza. He started making vroom noises while driving the car on the tabletop. Lewis knelt to be closer, offering obstacles for the car to drive around.

Max watched them with a soft smile. George and Fernando watched him.

“Why did you two break up anyway?” George asked it quietly, it was something Max knew everyone wanted to know. He and Daniel being together was a no brainer, and everyone was confused when they broke up. They’d offered no explanations, and everyone could see the distance between them. Things looked different when Daniel went back to RedBull.

He didn’t answer for a long time, content to watch as Lewis eventually took over feeding Little Daniel as he became more interested in the car and his made up game than eating anymore. Max figured, they no longer expected him to answer, as Alonso eventually left with a clap to Max’s back. George stayed silent the entire time, alternating between texting and offering more random obstacles for Little Daniel’s destruction. 

Max wasn’t exactly sure how to answer the question. How do you admit that you’re broken up with the love of your life because you couldn’t be there for them? That they needed more than you could have given and you hadn’t been able to see past yourself to give it?

Daniel needed him, and Max hadn’t seen it. 

He knew this now and he was determined to not fail this time around. 

Little Daniel needed him and Max would take care of him.

[mydearviserra]

Affinity

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Aemond Targaryen x Helaena Targeryen ]

“It just felt like Helaena felt safer with Aemond than she did with Aegon and that they’ve got something, some affinity there.” - Phia Saban

Note: based on ep9 s1 just altered, bots will be made soon for each one shot:)

“If one possesses something a thing, the other will take it away” my voice gently interrupted the playful sounds of my children. When I raised my attention towards the maid and my children, the maid acknowledged me with a small smile

“Yes princess” she replied as she always did, yes my princess. Nothing more nothing less. I bobbled my head faintly then turning back towards my embroidery.

The other will take it away

“Helaena” his spoke with blank and cold tone as he entered the twins nursery. I raised my head again, our eyes meeting. His eye soften though his body continued to express other side. He stood tall at the doorway, head high and hands behind his back. His gaze turned towards the maid shooting her a glare to leave, she bowed her head toward me before she left the twins side and existing the room.

His shoulders lowered, his stern expression altered to a calm and almost peaceful look. Jaehaera the first to come up from the carpet ran to aemond with her doll, tugging and pulling him towards her as she babbled on her happiness to see him again

“Ah yes, she does look like you” aemond smirked as he shook the dolls hand, Jaehaera giggled as she continued to talk through aemond by the doll

Jaehaerys was next, coming beside his sister. He showed aemond his wooden dragon

“Father made this! It’s sunfyre!” He gushed happily, he raised his voice for aemond fo focus on him. He began going on about when aegon gifted him the toy while Jaehaera crossed her arms, her puffy cheeks made her expression more adorable as she pouted

placing my embroidery on my lap I watched in silence, seeing the twins argue and how aemond looks way over his head trying to deal with two fighting toddlers. After bribing them to be good by giving them more toys they quickly stopped then with a biggest smile they went back to the carpet to play. Aemond sighed as he made his way towards me, seeing next to me on the couch though he left enough space between us

“Aegon..he-“ he muttered low enough for me to hear before i stopped him. I hesitated for a moment as I looked at the hands on my lap, I began to twist the rings on my fingers

“I did” I admit quietly, though it was for the children to not hear I think I just didn’t want to hear myself to admit it. “He misses aegon so I..I just fibbed..just a little..” aemond watched as I began to sulk, it tore my heart to lie my boy. But he looked so happy. Aemond slowly raised his hand, he stopped mid way thinking of his actions before he travel toward my hands placing his hand onto of mine just leaving inch of space allowing our hands to graze at each other

“No need to fright my spider, it’s our secret” his eyes twinkled mischievously, his shoulder nudged mines a bit. I felt slightly better “wow what a great depiction of you- even not your long arms” he teased as he lifted his hand to point towards my embroidery of a spider, I rolled my eyes playfully

“This is a Castianeira crocata- or known as the red striped spider so this Castianeira” I smiled as I lifted the fabric to show aemond every detail I put into it, I continued on fact of this spider.

Without even knowing it aemond took in every information taking a mental note to search for this spider to add into her collection. His eyes were glued on hers, never looking way or dozing off. Just seeing the way her eyes light up with excitement expressing her knowledge made his heart skip a heart. Her pure, innocent excitement was enough to make him melt. The way she scrunched her eyebrows when she compared other spiders to each other then when she spoke of how she captured the details perfectly in the embroidery. How much she’s so content weaving her hands all day, then she switch to how her hands cramp all the time i didnt catch myself grabbing her hands and began rubbing them. My attention was kept on her face I could even realize I grab her hands

Seeing the blush against her cheeks i stopped, my eyes widened in a panic trying to scramble an excuse.

“N-no it’s fine..it feels nice” my voice was quite, looking away from aemond I turn to the children who was still quietly playing

Within that moment silence overcame us, comfortable silence. It wasn’t the kind where they stare strangely at me as they listen to my tales. With aemond our silence was always comforting, he listened he engaged in our conversation. It was never false affection, he cared about me. More than anyone has, not even from my husband. When our time spent together became my favorite part of the day, when he tells me his day and when I see the way he plays with my children and spoils them with treats.

When the space between us was closing, our touch lingered longer then it should.

Doomed

Oh how doomed we are

Oh aemond

“Spider I-“ his voice broke the silence, he was hesitant as he took a sharp breath trying to have the courage to continue

“I know” i whispered as I linked our hands together, my thumb rubbing his hand I took a sharp breath as I rested my head against his shoulder

Doomed

“Hm..” he mumbled, not continuing further. Together in our silence we watched the kids play, “have you told him yet?” His eyes lingering down at me then towards my stomach. For a few moments a small frown formed

“Not yet”

Doomed

“Clueless he is, he won’t know the truth my spider..” he kissed the top of my head, I could only grip his hand

The other will take it away

See what I did there👀

[asolareclipses]

(Previous Part)

Taking a bus halfway across Maine was not on Nicos bucket list. Yet, there he was in a stuffy bus that looked, and smelled, like it had been made back in the 20’s—which Nico would know, he was there. Next to him Leo sat anything but still, his fingers drumming against the arm rests and occasionally grabbing things from his tool belt to tinker with. Sometimes he looked like a toddler hyped up on too much sugar. His constant movement comforted Nico though, it was a reminder that he wasn’t alone.

Of course he was still mad at Leo for ruining his genius plan to face a goddess alone, or at least he was trying to convince himself he was mad.

“Dude, this bus needs so much work.” Leo said, as he held up his freshly made penguin that consisted of various screws. “I’m not sure how they got it to last this long, it’s like beyond messed up.”

“Probably why the tickets were so cheap,” Nico replied as he watched the screw penguin’s head bobble around.

“I give it about an hour before it breaks down,” Leo suddenly paused, titling his head as if he were hearing something. “Scratch that she’s going down now.”

As soon as he said that the bus sputtered, losing speed as the driver pulled over to the side of the road.

“Sorry everyone, we seem to be having some problems.” The bus driver grumpily announced, he acted as if this were a regular occasion.

“It’s my time to shine,” Leo grinned as he stood up from the seat. “Don’t worry mortals, Leo’s got this all under control.”

“Please ignore him,” Nico gave the few confused passengers a smile as he pushed Leo towards the door. “You can just call people mortals.”

“Oops,” Leo shrugged as he hopped down from the last bus step onto the pavement. “Anyways let’s see what’s up with this bad boy.”

Nico rolled his eyes as Leo popped open the hood of the bus to reveal the engine. The driver appeared shocked, as Leo shouldn’t have been able to just open it without releasing the latch.

“Hey kid, what do you think you’re doing?” The driver called out as he slowly made his way out of the bus.

“Just fixing up some stuff, don’t mind me.” Leo didn’t even look up as he pulled some tools out of his belt.

Nico was about to try and mediate the situation when he realized something was wrong. Back in the bus he hadn’t noticed it due to the overpowering musk of age, but the driver was most definitely a monster.

By the change of expression on the drivers face, Nico saw that he too realized they weren’t just regular mortals. Leo was, of course, oblivious to this.

“Looks like I have a rat problem,” The bus driver snarled in their direction.

“Nope, not rats, just a really rusted battery.” Leo offhandedly replied.

“Leo, he’s not talking about the bus.” Nico nudged him, as the mist around the driver began to evaporate, morphing his two eyes into one.

“Then what is he-holy smokes!” Leo dropped his wrench in surprise as he saw the undercover cyclopes be revealed.

“Should’ve known you demigods would’ve snuck in here sooner or later,” The driver clenched his bulky fists as if preparing himself to attack.

Nico scanned the area for any makeshift weapon, he was really regretting leaving his sword behind.

“Hey buddy,” Leo raised his hands in attempt to reason, “I’ll fix your bus for free, how about you don’t kill us?”

“Killing you is much better than driving this piece of junk,” His eye was focused on Nico as he spoke. “Especially you, you reek of the underworld.”

“And you reek of spoiled eggs,” Nico snapped back, “at least I have an excuse, what’s yours?”

The cyclopes didn’t like that, which was made apparent by him grabbing a chunk of dirt and lobbing it towards them.

“Hit the deck!” Leo called, which didn’t really apply to them as there was no ‘deck’ but Nico didn’t point that out. Instead, he dropped to the floor as the piece of earth sailed past their heads.

“Leo, does your tool belt supply weapons?” Nico asked while the cyclopes reloaded on dirt.

Leo rummaged for a moment before pulling out a weird hatchet-hammer tool, which later Nico found out was a drywall hammer. “How’s this?”

“Good enough,” Nico said as he grabbed the hammer thing.

Another mound of dirt flew towards them but it was blasted to dust when Leo shot a ball of fire towards it. “Take that dirt boy!” He screamed.

Using Leo as a distraction Nico bolted off to the side, running around the bus so that he ended up behind the cyclopes. Unfortunately the cyclopes seemed to have predicted this as he quickly spun around, his arm slamming into Nico resulting in him being thrown into the side of the bus.

Before the cyclopes could do anymore damage Leo screamed, “Take this dirt face!” Then a wrench bounced off the back of the cyclopes’s head.

A flash of rage appeared on the cyclopes’s face as he turned towards Leo, grabbing an extra large chunk of dirt. “Oh you’re going to regret that.”

“I am?” Leo asked with a grin.

The cyclopes had forgotten about Nico leaving him the perfect opportunity, “I will crush you-” The cyclopes stopped mid sentence as Nico stabbed the hatchet into his back. Then with a look of shock, he erupted into dust.

“Nice!” Leo called out.

“Yeah..” Nico winced as he looked down at his arm, the bandages had been soaked through with blood after the hard hit he took.

“Dude, ouch.” Leo’s smile dropped as his eyes moved over the once white gauze.

“It’s fine,” Nico sighed looking back towards the bus, “more importantly. What are we going to do now?”

Leo seemed to realize they were now faced with a bus full of angry commuters, with no bus driver, and still had about 150 miles to go. “Right, looks like we’re taking a ride on the Leo express!”

—

Leo knew how to drive, mostly.

While he’d never taken the time to get an official license, he knew machines better than anyone. A bus was certainly easier to handle than a giant flying ship.

Fixing the engine was also a piece of cake.

The difficult part was the passengers, turns out they weren’t thrilled by the sudden staff change.

“There’s no way we can just let a 15 year old drive!”

“Hey!” Leo snapped at the lady who looked like she was about to demand to speak to his supervisor. “I’ll have you know i’m 18!”

“Do you even have a license?”

“Now now, everyone calm down. Listen, i’m a trained professional.” Leo shrugged with his palms up, “I mean, do you want to stay on the side of the road forever?”

The bus went quiet with defeat.

“Right, well then sit down, get comfortable, because the Leo train is leaving the station!” Leo didn’t get the cheers and applause he expected from that statement, just a few groans and unpleasant mutters.

Soon, the bus was driving smoothly across the roads and Leo barely had to pay attention as he’d fixed up a temporary autopilot gadget. Beside him, Nico winced as he removed the bandages from his scratches. Somehow the wound looked worse.

“Dude, that looks really bad,” Leo frowned as he pulled out more bandages from his tool belt.

“It’s fine,” Nico mumbled, not even looking up at Leo.

“Yeah you keep saying that but I’ve yet to start believing it.”

Nico wrapped the bandages carefully around his arm, gritting his teeth as he tried to hide the pain. “It’s just a scratch, i’ve seen worse.”

That didn’t comfort Leo, in fact in made him feel worse. Of course, it’s only expected that a demigod face some pretty rough injuries here and there—Leo himself had seen quite a few. But Nico’s insistence on ignoring his pain made Leo worried that if it were to be serious, he’d never know.

Despite that, he knew arguing would just make Nico more annoyed, so he tried to liven up the atmosphere. “You know, if we were in an episode of the Magic School Bus right now you’d be Arnold.”

“What the Hades is the Magic School Bus?” Nico looked at Leo as if he were crazy.

Leo threw his head back in exasperation, “You’ve got to be joking! You don’t know the Frizz?”

“The what?”

“That’s it, i’m making a list of all the things you need to watch when we get back to camp.”

“Whatever,” Nico rolled his eyes, “as long as you don’t put Twilight on there i’m happy.”

“Hold up, Twilight?” Leo tried and failed to hold back a smile.

“Yeah, Will told me it was iconic, or whatever.” Nico paused as if remembering something unpleasant, “If iconic means torturous, then it surely was.”

Leo burst into laughter at the thought of Nico actually watching Twilight, “Dont worry, we will not be watching any vampire shows.”

The rest of the ride was spent with Leo determining what things Nico had and hadn’t watched. Turns out Will had caught him up on quite a lot, but Leo still developed a lengthy list of things he would bless Nico with. In a way Nico’s unawareness of modern culture reminded him of Jason, due to his upbringing by wolves he was a bit out of the loop when it came to many popular things. Leo figured he’d do a “modern culture” class at camp, maybe invite Hazel. The idea made him smile, it was something to look forward to.

Eventually, they made it to the bus station, where he and Nico quickly snuck away to avoid suspicion. To their luck no one at the station had realized what happened until they were long gone.

Not to their luck, they still had a five mile walk ahead of them.

They spent a large part of the walk in silence, as it was hard to focus on anything other than the heat. Eventually, Leo got bored and tried to think about anything else, his mind wandering back to their previous conversation.

“I’m really wishing I had a magic school bus right about now,” Leo whined as he trudged forward. The warm air was now unpleasant as the sun beamed down upon him.

“And i’m really wishing I left you back at camp.”

“Hey!” Leo glared at Nico who bit back a smile, “You’re lucky! I blessed you with my company.”

Nico scoffed, “Right, blessed, that’s the word I was looking for.”

“Why does this place have to be out in the middle of nowhere?” Leo asked as he peered into the distance in hopes of seeing the outline of the school.

“Guess they didn’t want any kids running off,” Nico shrugged. “Honestly I don’t remember much about it, I was only there for like a year?” He seemed to think about it for a moment before giving up.

“That was after the casino?” Leo asked, he decided to take this as a chance to ask more about Nico’s past. It was the one topic Nico avoided, or maybe Leo was the one who avoided it, after all he knew how much old memories could hurt.

“Yeah, time felt so messed up back then. I mean it was like seventy years? But then suddenly i’m in the 20th century at some school in a state i’d never heard of before.” Nico sighed, “Not sure how I wasn’t more confused, it just felt normal, or whatever I thought normal was.”

Leo nodded, he was afraid to speak, careful to not scare Nico away.

“You don’t have to be so on edge,” Nico turned to look at him, almost as if he’d read his mind.

“I’m not...” Leo paused, “It’s just you’ve never talked in depth about this stuff with me before.”

“Yeah, I hadn’t talked about it with anyone until Will. But Mr. D says ‘talking is good,’ so might as well take his advice for once.”

The idea of Mr. D being a therapist threw Leo for a loop but he didn’t say anything about it, “Yeah, I guess I never really told anyone about all my stuff until Jason.”

Nico suddenly smirked, “You too seem pretty close.”

Leo’s face flushed red as he avoided Nico’s eyes, “What? No-I mean, of course we’re close, we’re best friends. Totally platonic best friends.”

“Right, and I totally believe you.” Nico rolled his eyes with a grin. There was a peaceful silence for a split second before Nico’s smile faded. Now, in the distance the outline of a large school could be seen.

Nico sighed, a hesitant look flashing across his face before he spoke, “We’re here. Welcome to Westover.”

Part Six

[misaneeragoni]

Doing some shrink art! Most of these have turned out pretty well, only a few have dents and bobbles.

Probably going to sell some especially if the future ones turn out well (these were made from leftovers).

I swear to god if this one doesn't turn out well I'm going to throw a Kaido-sized toddler tantrum

[plumdrops]

Nightcrawler Rainbow | S3 + Age Conversion 🌈

An overdue child and toddler conversion 😅 I converted the adult file back in 2020, but the other ages have been hovering in my WIP folder since then. Adult file has been updated to drastically cut the poly (originally 38k, now 25k!) and I added another channel to the bobbles to make it more like a rainbow!

Credits: Nightcrawler for the original TS4 version Toddler - Elder Females Hairs come in two versions: plain/non-recolourable bobbles (main section) or with recolourable bobbles (3 channels - hat section) Textures by Plumblobs Polycount: 25k

Rainbow Teen - Elder ⬇

Plain Bobbles (Main Section) TF: SFS | ALT

Recolourable Bobbles (Hat Section) TF: SFS | ALT

Rainbow Child ⬇

Plain Bobbles (Main Section) CF: SFS | ALT

Recolourable Bobbles (Hat Section) CF: SFS | ALT

Rainbow Toddler ⬇

Plain Bobbles (Main Section) PF: SFS | ALT

Recolourable Bobbles (Hat Section) PF: SFS | ALT

[headfullof-ideas]

Some headcanons of the Nektons family that I’ve been meaning to finish up, and finally got around to! I posted them to Ao3 as well, if anyone’s there as well. I usually post headcanons of a certain character by themself, but i couldn’t think of enough for a whole set, so there’s some of the whole family here, and some of the characters individually.

- After everything with the Monumentials is dealt with, Ant gets a tuxedo cat he affectionately names Buttons. Buttons is mostly black, with two little white ‘buttons’ and ‘gloves’, and she’s the sweetest cat ever. Ant insists that Buttons formal occupation as an ESA is entirely coincidental

- Kaiko played Dungeons and Dragons a bit as a kid and in college, but never found a group who wanted to play seriously. She still has all her old books, character sheets, and dice in a box in her and Will’s closet

- When Kaiko and Will were introducing each other to their parents, Kaiko’s parents were initially on the fence about Will. Meanwhile, Kathryn and Jacques immediately fell in love with Kaiko

- Kaiko had about a dozen different ‘pets’ growing up, some that were animals that her family were taking care of before they were released back to the wild. She was also the owner of a number of failed fosters

- Ant and Fontaine were both child leash toddlers. Fontaine grew out of needing it, but Ant would find new ways to slip out of his leash without either parent noticing

- Ant keeps forgetting that his name is actually ‘Antaeus’ because of how long he’s been going by ‘Ant’. When he does occasionally remember or get called Antaeus casually, he sits in silence for a few minutes having an existential crisis over it

- Ant and Kaiko both brush off minor illnesses like they’re nothing more than minor inconveniences. They do the same with injuries. When it becomes too much though, they both get super clingy and needy

- Will was an Egyptology kid, with the shiny gold book and all. He was also a magpie as a kid, attracted to all the shiny doo-dads and bobbles he’d find

- Ant wanted to be a Marine Biologist as a kid because of his mom and how much he loved the ocean, but as he got older he started leaning in a different direction with other animals as well. Eventually he landed on being an Animal Behaviorist

- Fontaine does NOT like snakes. At all. They gross her out so much

- Hide and seek is banned on the Aronnax, because the game takes way too long with how many hiding places there are on the submarine. Repeated incidents involving pingers as cheating, with all family members guilty of it, is another reason

- The World Oceans Authorities never stopped trying to rehire Kaiko after she left. When Ant grows up and starts looking for a job, they make it their mission to hire him. Ant makes a point to say no in the most elaborate way possible each time. Pyrosome cries herself to sleep about it sometimes

- After at least half of their late night missions, the family don’t even make it to their own bedrooms to sleep. Crashing in the Moon Pool happens often enough they store blankets and pillows in a closet

- There’s a board of ‘how many missions so and so has gone without needlessly risking their life’ in the lab. Ant has never made it to the double digits. Kaiko and Will are only slightly better. Fontaine is the only one who has made it relatively close to triple digits, and she feels ashamed every time she has to restart her clock

- Kaiko keeps a wall of shame and fame for all the animals she treats as a Marine Biologist, with their crimes listed beneath their photo. If she’s really annoyed with one of her family members, their photo makes it to the wall until they stop annoying her

- Kaiko and Will put child locks on Wills study when Ant and Fontaine were toddlers, and Kaiko has multiple videos of Will struggling to open his own safes and shelves during that time frame. Sometimes if she feels he’s spending too much time in the study, she’ll put them back on

- Ant and Fontaine had bells put on them when they first started being mobile as babies, as both would crawl off when their parents backs were turned for one second, and Kaiko and Will would have to madly dash through the Aronnax, listening for the jingling of a bell to find their baby

- Ant tried out Speech and Debate in high school, and was surprisingly really good at it. Kaiko was really proud

- Fontaine seems to make new friends almost everywhere the family goes, and she’s really good at remembering the names of all the people she meets

- Fontaine is really good at remembering specific dates, and here calendar is packed full of all sorts of important dates and events

[alchemistc]

15 from the micro prompts please

15. trembling hands

"Baby. You gotta slow down."

Evan glances up from his sixth - seventh? - cup of coffee, brow furrowed like he thinks he can get away with just giving Tommy cuteness aggression to distract him.

"I'm fine."

Tommy dips his chin, indicating the little bobble the mug he's got his hands wrapped around is doing. He's pretty sure the contents have splashed up over the rim of the mug enough to make Evan's hands sticky, by this point.

Evan watches his hands tremble. Sets the coffee cup off to the side, and settles against the kitchen countertop beside Tommy. "I kinda ruined our date night, huh?"

The first time they'd been comfortable enough letting their toddler spend a night with his aunt and uncle, and rather than enjoy themselves they'd spent the entire night and most of this morning whining about how quiet it was. How little there was to clean up. How there were no interruptions.

Tommy presses his weight back into Evan. Reaches a hand around his back, tucks his hand into the groove of his husbands waist. "I missed her too," he says, and they both turn to stare at the clock again. Maddie and Chim won't be back with the kids for another hour.

"If you promise to drink water and take a nap once our kid is back where she's supposed to be, I'll let you find a better use for your mouth and your hands while we're waiting."

Evan laughs as he spins and presses Tommy more firmly into the countertop. His hands barely shake at all.

send me a number and i'll write you a microfic!

[immeasurablesaladagere]

do u think u could right a fic about cg!house finding regressor!wilson small at work please??:00 thank u!!!

Here you go my friend!

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Word Count: 1138

Summery: House crashes Wilson's office during an overnight shift only to find that Wilson has been teetering on the edge of regressing. House gives him the nudge he needs and they make do with a bedtime routine in the hospital.

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House threw open the door to Wilson’s office. “Honey, I’m home!”

Wilson jumped in his chair and clutched at his chest. “Jesus, House! You scared the crap out of me! What are you doing in here?”

He dropped down into the other chair and kicked his feet up onto the desk. “Oh, stop being dramatic. You’re not allowed to have a heart-attack on me, I came here to get away from dying-patient-duty.”

“You’re ditching your night-shift?” Wilson asked, like a disapproving mother about to take away his video games for cutting class. 

House rolled his eyes and snagged a trinket bobble-head from the desk. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of nurses. Unless, of course, you’re saying the nurses are incompetent.”

Wilson sputtered. “I— Wha—? No. Just— Whatever. I’ve got work to do.” 

“Yes, that was the point. I wouldn’t have come to see you if you weren’t here.” He said, “What, I can’t see my best friend, Wilson?”

Wilson didn’t engage him any further than a disinterested hum, and rubbed at his eyes with his fist before returning to his paperwork; most likely patient-related and why he was also taking a night shift at all. House cocked an eyebrow. Normally Wilson would banter with him for at least a little longer than that. It was only 1:30 AM, it wasn’t late enough for him to be as tired as he looked; all wound up and unfocused.

House gave the bobble-head an absent flick and watched Wilson intently as he flipped through the patient’s folder. Tight posture, shaky movements, eye-rubbing with his fists, speech avoidance. To any normal person, all mere symptoms of physical exhaustion and normal enough, but House knew better than that. 

“You’re doing that thing.” 

Wilson blinked, delayed, and looked up at him. “…What thing?” He asked. His tone was irritated, but voice was soft, almost a whisper.

“That thing. You’re regressing, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. Wilson was sluggish even for an unplanned overnight stay at the office, and even though he was pretending to work, House doubted he was actually processing any of it. His eyes were staring right through his desk instead of at the page.

“What? No, I—“ Wilson cleared his throat and his voice returned to normal, “I’m not.”

“Uh huh. And you tell me that I repress my feelings. That’s pretty hypocritical, y’know.”

“I’m not regressed, House. I’ve got a job to do.” He insisted, and stubbornly returned to the file.

House flicked the bobble-head again. “I didn’t say you were regressed, I said you were regressing. There is a difference, but I don’t think toddlers learn that for at least a few more years so I’ll give you a pass.” 

He could feel Wilson glaring into the side of his head, but he elected to ignore it. After all, indulging children in tantrums only encouraged their behaviour, and he wouldn’t want that. He would just have to wait for Wilson to crack, because he always did. Given his defensiveness, he was probably trying to ignore the feeling before and House pestering him about it was only pushing him towards an inevitable drop. 

And just like he expected, it only took fifteen minutes for Wilson to give in, dropping his head to his desk with a disgruntled whine. House grabbed the phone and dialled the nurses station.

“Hello? This is Doctor Greg House. Doctor Wilson will be unable to oversee his patient tonight, he seems to have come down with the flu.” Wilson looked up at him with a pathetic attempt at a glare that turned out to be more of a pout. “Real nasty stuff, don’t ask. Have his patient reassigned to an on-call oncologist, thanks.” He hung up.

“Houssse…” Wilson whined.

“Wilsoonnn…” House whined back. “There. You’re officially cleared for the night, so how about we get ready to sleep now, hm? No offence kiddo, but you look pretty tired.”

“But… I wan’ed to get stuff done…” He mumbled, then shrunk down in his chair a bit more. “…an’ we can’t do bedtime here…” Wilson was almost inaudible, and House knew it would only be a matter of time before all he would be getting was head shakes and sounds from him. Wilson was right, to an extent. Even though House was skipping watching over the patient directly he couldn’t leave the hospital entirely, and Wilson couldn’t get home on his own, so they would just have to improvise something.

“Oh sure we can. We don’t have your jammies, but you can change out of your dress shirt and just wear your sweater. That’s pretty soft still, right?” 

Wilson shrugged. “Mm.”

“And while you do that, ol’ House will go down to the cafeteria and find you a night snack and you can sleep on the couch.”

“…Cookie?” Wilson asked softly, sleepy eyes hopeful and round like a baby deer, disgustingly sweet. How did he do that?

House chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do. Get settled while I’m gone and see if you can find a book for me to read to you. I’ll be right back.”

He got up and hobbled down to the cafeteria. They stayed open to staff until three in the morning, which meant that he was easily able to place an order with the tired and disgruntled-looking cook for a coffee cup of warm milk and a package of digestive cookies. For his troubles he got a confused look from the employee, like he’d never heard of the concept of milk and cookies before bed, but it was delivered quickly nonetheless.

With his order in hand House made his way upstairs, stopping by a linen closet on the way back to grab a pillow and blanket. The balancing act was precarious, but he managed to get back to Wilson’s office without any spillage.

When he opened the door Wilson was sitting curled up on the couch, dress-shirt discarded from underneath his swearer, head lolled lazily on his knees, and a book sitting next to him. He looked ready to fall asleep at any second, but he perked up slightly when House walked in.

“Your cookies, and a cup of milk.” He set them down on the side table and dropped the blanket and pillow down on the free space on the couch, and sat down on the coffee table.

Wilson fumbled with the package of cookies for a moment before managing to tear them open, but once he did he ate them quickly, holding each one with two hands like a squirrel. Once he was finished his snack he pulled up the blanket around himself and wordlessly handed House the book he had chosen.

He took it and examined the cover. Charlotte’s Web. A very Wilson book.

“Good choice. I like this one too.” He said, and Wilson smiled sleepily, shuffling deeper into the cushions. “Chapter One: Before Breakfast…”