#'don't listen to dad he's gonna get us in trouble with mom'

[anto-pops]

ok one more thing before i have to get ready for work. i have more time this morning bc i only have to help for four hours at the event of our authority. but i'm bursting with ideas and can't help but leave them here. god, you have no idea. when i read all your replies and reactions. i love them all and can't help but giggle. i love being on the same wavelength with you.

so:

it occurred to me that there are still all these fantastic beasts in the sallow family's house. there aren't as many as there were when we were at school. most are back with their original owners or with poppy. but they still have enough animals to ensure that chaos breaks out with idk half a dozen children. they all help to feed and play with them, want to fly with the beautiful highwing or ride on the unicorn. everything so far too good. sometimes one or the other animal has to be recaptured, but as soon as it's the two nifflers harry and won-won who escaped, things get serious. if they aren't found by the time mommy gets back, she won't be happy at all. it makes seb sweat and he doesn't want the day to come when he has to sleep on the couch for the first time. so he and his children set up a team and distribute who is looking where. wow, i can tell you that was an adventure. especially when it came to getting his wife's jewelry box and its contents back from the bellies of these thieves.

and he didn't have to sleep on the couch, but he was still punished during the night. but in a way that made him seriously contemplate letting the two nifflers out of the snapbag on purpose. would it be worth it or would that be too much? too much right? but it's so tempting. he had to come up with something. how not to overdo it.

I hope to god those children have rooms on the other side of the house, otherwise there's no way they don't know how utterly infatuated their dad is with their mom. Sebastian is in for it the second time your stuff goes missing... fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice ??

Tsk tsk

[nineteenninety-six]

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Devastation

Pairing: Michael Robinavitch x Daughter!Reader

AN: Be cautious of ooc-ness and whatever medical inaccuraces are in there.

WC: 5K

TW: Death, mass shooting, blood, gun violence, ep 12/13, etc

Synopsis: The tragedgy at Pittfest brings brings a victim that devastates Dr Robby

"Hey, look who's in the house!" 

You grin as Langdon jumps up from his seat, greeting you with a hug before moving to dap up and hug Jake who trailed in behind you, which catches Dana's attention as she quickly pulls away from what she was doing to greet the both of you.

It had been a while since you had visited the hospital, more focused on studying to get into your top choice of school but today was Pittfest and you were here to collect the tickets after your father dropped out at the last minute, picking up today's shift.

The hug she pulls you into is the usual warm, comforting one she normally provides and you melt into it slightly before pulling away as she greets Jake the same way.

"Baby Robby and Jake the Snake! It's eleven a.m, aren't you supposed to be in school?" Dana exclaims.

"Our moms let us ditch for Pittfest." Jake explains.

"How are your mamas?"

"Oh, she's restoring some house in Squirrel Hill, so, you know, she's pretty busy."

"My mom's good too, she's out of town currently—work trip so I've been staying around dad's"

Langdon pipes up, "That's cool. You, uh... you looking for Robby?"

"Yeah, he's got our festival passes." Jake explains.

"Oh, you going together?" Langdon asks

"We were supposed to, but, you know, I decided to go with a friend."

You laugh at Jake burying the lede, "'Friend'...sure"

"What's her name?" 

"...Leah."

"Okay. Okay."

"Okay, okay. Don't hold out on us. We need details. Where'd you meet? How long have you been together?"

Langdon and Dana tease Jake.

"We met at junior lifeguards this summer. And we've been dating for two months. Yeah, she's pretty great."

"That's sweet. I'm happy for you, kiddo. I'm gonna go find Robby, let him know you're here." Dana smiles at Jake before taking off but you are quick to join her, following as she searched for your father.

Your parents divorced when you were two years old. Your parents loved each other, they really did but your father carried, not just his, but all of his colleagues troubles heavily within himself and didn't let them go. He was the listening ear and the comforting shoulder of his fellow doctors, nurses and even patients and that is who he was, a kind caring man who, more often than not, put others before himself and that was what caused the downfall of the relationship. Your father was a great man who shouldered too much and rarely opened up. 

You were born in the midst of his residency and though your parents were separated by the time he completed it, your mother also moved when he went to Pittsburgh, not wanting to separate you from your father. Years after that, he met and dated Janie and took her son Jake under his wing, forming a close bond with his not quite stepson.

You became easy friends with Jake as soon as you met him. You were close in age but Robby had feared you would be jealous as he tried to split what little free time he had between you, and fostering a relationship with Janie and Jake. He already had guilt about pulling you and your mother away from the friends and family you had in New Orleans, bringing you all the way to Pittsburgh and now he had a new relationship. Robby truly feared what he would have done if you hadn't got along but as soon as the two of you met, you had gotten along like a house on fire. Nowadays, you and Jake considered each other siblings, it didn't matter that you weren't even blood related as far as you were concerned, the two of you were brother and sister.

Which led you to this very moment, visiting the hospital to pick up the Pittfest tickets after your father dropped out last minute, leaving Jake to invite his new girlfriend, which you had no problem with but you were looking forward to spending time as a family.

"I'm surprised to see you here honestly, your father says your head is constantly stuck in your books these days" Dana interrogated you as you walked through the ED, looking for your father.

"It is. Which is why he tried so hard to convince me to come with him and Jake today, so you can imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to see a text from dad, telling me he won't be able to come since he covered the shift last minute." You complain.

Dana's voice softens," You know what day it is today."

You nod, your tone softening, "I know. It's part of the reason why I agreed to go, to ya'know keep him away from the hospital and keep him distracted but... you know now dad is. This place is his second home and basically another child."

Dana pats your arm comfortingly just as you spy your father talking to Dr Collins. Dana calls his name, his head whipping towards the both of you as you walk up to them, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"Look who came wandering in!" Dana gestures towards you.

"Hey kid!" Your father pulls you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead, squeezing you once before pulling back. "How are ya?"

You roll your eyes fondly, "I'm doing fine dad."

Your eyes flicker towards the other doctor and greet her with a kind smile, "Hi Dr Collins"

Heather Collins doesn't have an opportunity to respond as Robby asks a question about a patient of his. Then his attention is caught by something else and suddenly he's walking away to tackle a problem as you yell to him that you'II be at the nurses station before he disappears. You wave goodbye at the two women before returning back to the nurses station where your brother waits.

When you return you find Langdon spinning in a chair, trying to match Jake's record from a few years ago.

"43, 44, 45...Whoa! 46, 47." Jake laughs as he counts

"Ugh!"

"You're not gonna beat my record!"

 "Ohh. How the hell did you stay on for 80?" Langdon looks like he's on the urge of throwing up.

"It helps if you don't have much going on up there" You tease as you walk by, tapping Jake's head."

Jake huffs and pushes you away before turning back to Langdon, "I'm 17, and I'm more fit than you." 

Everybody's attention gets caught by a patient being rolled past them, the topic of conversation changing.

"That kid looks our age." Jake murmurs

Langdon nods, "Yeah, he is."

"What happened to him?"

 "Stressed-out 18-year-old took some pills off the internet to help him sleep. They were laced with fentanyl."

 "Is he gonna make it?" You quietly ask.

 "Mm." Langdon shakes his head no before he turns to you, "Your dad is always talking about how hard you're studying to get into college and I'm sure he's told you a million times but don't go buying drugs off the internet."

You rapidly nod, "I know, I know."

You nibbled on the snack Jake had gotten for you from the waiting room vending machines as you waited for your father to come back from the most recent crisis in the ED that demanded his presence. It didn't bother you, in fact you loved to watch the ED operate in all of its wild, unpredictable chaos, it only solidified your desire to become a doctor. 

"Glad you stuck around." Robby says as he approaches the nurses station after talking with Langdon.

"It's not like we had a choice, did we?"

"No, not really." Robby laughs.

"So how's your day going?"

"Uh, it's going."

"Cool, cool, cool."

"Why do you ask?" Robby does a double take of Jake, catching on almost immediately that something was up.

"Guy can't ask?"

"You never ask me about my work. What gives?" 

"Mom wanted me to ask because she just wants to make sure that you're doing okay." 

Your father turns to you after Jake's admission, "Is your mom curious as well?"

You shake your head, laughing as you joke, "You know mom doesn't care about you."

Your father managed to end on friendly amicable terms with all of his ex partners and you weren't the sole reason why your parents stayed in contact. Despite breaking up, they did genuinely get along with each other, always making sure the other was taken care of.

Your father huffs disbelievingly at your words before he returns his attention back to Jake, "That's very sweet of her. I'm doing fine." 

Robby diggs out the tickets and passes them to Jake, "Thank you for these again." 

"You can thank me by finally introducing me to your girlfriend." 

"Not today but soon."

You and Jake get ready to leave the hospital, moving to step away from the nurses station.

 "Have fun. Hey, I know it goes without saying, but please be safe." Your dad tells the both of you.

"We will." You respond in unison.

"Seriously. Don't take anything from anyone. I've already seen two fentanyl overdoses today. It's not even noon."

"We promise." 

"Okay." 

"Basketball Sunday?" Robby and Jake hug each other. 

"Yep, wouldn't miss it. Hey, before you go, before you go." Your father pauses as he digs into his pocket for his wallet,

"Please don't hand me a cоndоm." 

"What?!" You interrupt.

"Cоndоm? I was gonna give you extra cash." Robby freezes, cash in hand. "Wait, are you having sеx?"

"Thank you!" Jake quickly grabs the money that's offered before speeding away.

Your dad pulls out more money and offers it to you, which you accept with a grateful smile, stuffing it in your pocket, "Thanks."

"Listen," Your father pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on your head, "I know you wanted me to come with you guys and I'm sorry-"

"It's fine" You interrupt, burrowing more into the hug, "I understand."

"I'll make it up to you- you were talking about a graduation trip to California?"

You perked up at that, peering up at him, "You'll come?"

"Of course," Robby grins, "You should get going before Jake disappears."

You jingle your car keys in your hand, "He's not going to get far, I'm the one who drove us here."

"Alright," Your father pulls you into another tight hug, kissing the top of your head before pulling away, "I'll see you later. I love you."

You wave at him as you walk away, "I love you too."

You giggled as you danced around to the music that played from the stage with Leah. Twirling each other around and jumping around as Jake recorded you. You had all just gotten off a facetime call with your father where Leah briefly met him before you returned to enjoying your time at the festival.

You were so caught up in enjoying yourself you didn't hear the first pops that echoed throughout the field, it wasn't until more rang out and people realised what was happening and then panic set in as everybody rushed to safety, running every which way causing people to get separated and others to get crushed as fear and the fight for survival inhabited everyone.

You grabbed Jake's hand, who in turn grabbed Leah before you ran for safety, hiding behind a food stall as you tried to think about your next steps. 

You tried to ignore the screams surrounding you but with your heart racing and fear turning your legs into jello, you were having very little success. A squeeze to your hand brought you back to reality as you stared at the petrified faces of Jake and Leah as they looked at you for guidance.

"O-okay, w-we just uh-" You stumbled over your words, your mind was a mess as you tried to think clearly, "T-there's only o-one ex-exit but we s-stick together o-okay?"

At Jake and Leah's scared nod, you close your eyes and steady your breathing, you gather your thoughts and try to bury the fear until you are in the clear and safe. With one last steading breath, you open your eyes and nod back at Jake and Leah.

"We have no idea where the shooter is so we're just going to have to run, we don't know if he's on the field so just head for the exit. Look ahead, not at the ground or at others and we're going to hold onto each other as tight as we can, we're escaping this together."

Jake and Leah agree and you join hands before you peer over the edge of the stall, looking at your surroundings but it was such a manic panic out there you couldn't really tell what was happening. People were running in every direction, people were dead and injured on the floor, people were getting crushed by the stampede or suffering the effects of drug overdose, it was all blurring together. You tried to see if you could tell which direction the bullet shots were coming from but they echoed and you couldn't pinpoint its direction.

"Follow me and run okay?" 

Together you stand up and run. You speed towards the exit as you try your hardest to ignore the screams and cries around you and focus on your brother's hand in yours and the exit in the distance.

A shot rings out and Jake stumbles and falls to the ground. A gasp and cry escapes you as you crouch down next to him, your hands frantically running over his body, fearing that he had been shot in a critical place.

"It's just my leg! I'm fine, I'm fine!" Jake's words are a comfort in the chaos and you help him up with the help of Leah and together you shoulder his weight as you stumble towards the exit, Jake's adrenaline helping.

One Step. Two Steps. Three Steps.

Pfft.

One Step. Two—

Your legs collapse beneath you and your body careens to the floor, landing with a muffled thump. 

Warmth bleeds beneath you as you lay face down in the grass, your mind is fuzzy as a hand on your shoulder pulls you onto your back so you're gazing up at the rapidly darkening sky.

A sudden pressure on your chest brings you back to reality as you gasp in pain, a sudden overwhelming, painful and burning pain washing over you and lingering on your chest.

The last thing you see are Jake and Leah's petrified expressions as they hover over you before your eyes flutter shut.

"She was talking when we first got in the truck…" Robby paused as he heard Jake's voice, "There... There was so much blood. I tried to stop it."

 "Jake!" Robby rushed over to the pickup truck, pulling himself up onto the bed.

"Robby!" Jake stumbles over your name, "—got shot! It's really bad!"

Robby freezes in his movements when he sees you unconscious in Jake's lap, Dr Ellis taking over putting pressure on your wound from Leah.

 There's a ringing in his ears as all Robby can focus on at that moment is your face. You look peaceful almost, undisturbed by the chaos surrounding you but the blood staining you, brings him back to reality.

"I've been putting pressure on the wound the whole time." Jake's voice is filled with panic.

Robby swallows terror that creeps up his throat, "Yeah, that's good. That's good. Are you shot?"

"I don't... maybe my leg. Most of this is her blood." Jake becomes closer to tears with every moment.

After helping Jake and Leah down from the bed of the truck, they pull your body onto a bed before rushing into the ED.

"Jake, you can't stay with her." Robby told him from the other side of your bed as you pushed through the ED.

"I have to." Jake protests.

"There's no room, and we need to work on your sister right now, and you need to get your leg checked, so please go sit down." Robby begged the teenager, "Get you and Leah checked out."

"Please come tell me how she's doing, okay? Please?" 

"I will."

 "Jake?" Langdon calls out, seeing the boy. "Is your sister with you?"

"I-I'm okay. She's with Robby."

Meanwhile, your father was in one-hundred percent doctor mode, he couldn't be a petrified father at this moment because as soon as Jack realised it was you on that bed, Robby would be pushed away and he needed to save you.

The nurses cut your clothes and lanyard off, giving them better access to your wound. Your father used a laryngoscope to place a breathing tube down your throat as Dana arrived, her steps pausing momentarily as she realised what was happening. 

"Can't feel carotid." 

"Start compressions. Swap out with me." Robby instructed someone nearby.

"I need an IO. Hang a unit of O-neg." 

Dr Mohan arrives, "Got the IO." 

"Robby…" Dana murmurs, "You can't—"

"Just-just let me try" Robby's words were rushed.

"You need help over there?" Langdon calls out, worried.

"No, we're good." 

"That's Baby Robby." Langdon tells Dr Mckay

"Oh, shit." McKay gasps

"Baby Robby as in…?" Javadi asks.

"Yeah…It's Robby's daughter."

"1,400 of blood out the chest. First unit's in." The nurse said as she continued compressions.

"Squeeze in a second unit fast, and then we'll do another pulse check." Robby demands.

"She's needs a second line?" Dana questions Robby

"For FFP and platelets."

"You sure, Robby?" 

Everybody knows that Robby is fighting a losing battle here but Dana attempts to get through to him gently as Jack Abbot throws them a curious stare.

"Sophie, get the plasma. I'm gonna take over compressions. And swap."

"Two units packed cells in. FFP still going?" Dana pants as squeezes the bag.

"Almost there. Okay, holding compressions." Robby steps back, hands shaking as he prays the next words out of their mouths are that they have a pulse.

"Can't feel carotid." Sophie says, and Robby turns to Dana, hoping for something, anything.

"No femoral." Dana shakes her head.

 Robby takes a stuttered breath before he climbs back up to his previous position, "Resuming compressions." 

Jack finally moves to a patient nearby and swears underneath his breath when he sees who Robby is working on, his heart sinks as he realises what was happening. He hasn't known you as long as some of the others but he has known you for a solid chunk of your life. When he first arrived in Pittsburgh and initially worked on the day shift, you were the one to convince him to come to Robby's yearly barbeque, making him pinky promise about attending. You had always affectionately called him 'Uncle Jack' and frequently texted him during his night shifts when you were pulling an all-nighter studying despite his disapproval. 

"Brother…" Jack placed a hand on Robby's shoulder, "You can't be doing this-let me"

"No!" Robby frantically shook his head, not wanting to stop for even a moment.

Jack and Dana caught each other's eyes and realised that being gentle was not going to work with Robby right now.

"What's your next move, boss?" Jack returned back to his original patient.

"Platelets, another unit. And then we can transfuse her with her own blood from the Pleur-evac to get ahead." Robby tells Jack before he turns to Dana, "Hang the cell saver."

 "Squeeze all this in?" 

"No. Three-way stopcock on a 60-cc syringe. I'll push-pull."

"Okay."

"Not exactly in our mass casualty game plan."

Robby ignores Jack's words, focussing on doing compressions on your lifeless body.

"Third unit's in. Okay, pulse check." 

"I think I'm feeling a femoral." There was a glimmer of hope in Dana's voice.

"I got a carotid!" Robby's voice cracks slightly, overwhelmed with the possibility, "Emery, I got a chest case, needs to go to the OR."

"I saw you doing CPR on this girl." The surgeon says as she rounds the bed.

"Two liters out of the left chest. Got a pulse back after three packed cells. 600 out of the cell saver, 2 of FFP."

"I'm not feeling it." Emery shakes her head, unable to feel your pulse.

"Check the carotid." Robby is desperate.

"Nothing. Sorry." With that Emery walks away.

"Resume compressions."

"No, no, we should take her up. She just had a pulse." Robby chases after the surgeon.

"Not now. We need a pulse to go to the OR. Call me if anything changes."

 Robby walks back to Dana, "Do we have any more whole blood from the donors?"

"Think so." Dana nods

"Okay, get another unit that's got platelets and plasma. It'll help her clot."

 "Got it."

Jack speaks up again, "Four units. Blood is for the ones we can save."

"She is right on the edge. One more can make the difference and I have to help her. I have to."

"How much blood you pushing off the cell saver?" Dana asks.

"Every last drop." 

Dana turns to Jack as he finishes with his patient, shaking her head, she was begging him to step in now. You were dead, she knew that, Jack knew that and so were the nurses assisting them but Robby was still in denial.

"How many units so far?" Jack asks as he slides in next to Robby.

Robby takes in a deep breath before he answers, "Four, plus the cell saver."

"Last one?"

"I don't know." Robby shakes his head, his voice warbling as the tears threaten to escape, "Dana, why don't we try a little TXA? 1,000 milligrams of TXA might help her clot."

"Got it."

Jack sighs, his hand resting on Robby's arm, silently pleading him to accept what happened as he gave Robby the realistic facts, "Bullet tore through her heart. Anyone else with a wound like this is pronounced dead in the field. You can't keep up with the blood loss. If she was our only patient, we'd do a thoracotomy, maybe ECMO. But even then, I doubt we'd get her back. We're gonna lose ten other patients if you put all your efforts into saving her."

"S-she's my d-d-aughter" Robby gasped, reality slowly sinking in, "She can't leave me."

"Got the TXA."

"Okay, push it fast, and we'll do another pulse check. And then can you get me a vascular Doppler too, please?" Robby had to force the words out, tears falling from his eyes.

"Four units of packed cells, two of FFP, 1,000 of TXA... and 1,200 auto-transfused." Robby scribbled on your wrist chart that was smeared with blood but his hands were trembling so much that it was incomprehensible. 

"Did you check this?" Robby took the Doppler that Dana was holding out. 

"Not yet."

Robby squirted the gel on his wrist before putting the doppler on it, nodding when it picked up his pulse, "Okay, it's working. Hold compressions."

Robby held his breath as he held the doppler to your neck, wishing and praying so deeply that his daughter was not taken from him. He moved it around slightly, desperately for the slightest pulse that would allow you to go up to OR but only silence greeted him.

Dana watched him, blinking away the tears that had threatened to spill since you first arrived in the ED.

Robby let out a shuttered breath as he pulled back, shaking his head as he cried, "O-okay we're done here."

"We stopped at 19:47" Dana wrote your TOD on your wrist chart and Robby struggled to pull his gaze away.

 Robby wanted to lock himself away in a room where he could cry until he was empty, where he could scream until his throat was raw and collapse to the ground but the ED needed him.

"Move her to Pedes?" Robby nodded as he kept his gaze straight ahead, he could no longer look at you. 

"You want me to go with you to talk to Jake?" Dana gently offered.

 "No, no, thanks, I got it." Robby declined, "W-what about um-...her mom?"

"She's on her way but she's coming from Philadelphia, so it'll be a while."

Robby absentmindedly nodded as he wandered off into an empty bathroom, locking it behind him and there he finally crashed onto his knees, heart wrenching cries escaping him as he wept for you. He cried until he choked, his nonstop tears making it hard to breathe. 

Robby didn't want to go back out there, he didn't want to tell Jake that you had died, he didn't want to go out there to help other people when he couldn't even save you. He didn't want nurses or med students, or residents, or fellow doctors calling for his help, he just wanted you back.

A knock on the door brings him to his feet as he stumbles to unlock it and open it. Dana is on the other side, sympathy strong on her face as she looks at him.

"Jake is asking for you." Dana informs him.

Robby nods and reaches up to wipe the tears from his face but then he realised he was still wearing your blood stained gloves and gown, which he quickly ripped off, throwing it into the nearest sanitary bin, the sight of the blood making him sick.

"I'll find him, thank you Dana" Robby gives her one last nod before he disappears looking for his not-quite stepston.

Hours had passed and the ED had returned to somewhat normality after the shooting. There was a somber weight that laid on the shoulders of everyone there from what they all witnessed and treated for but no one dared to mention the elephant in the room, which was Robby. 

Robby was blaming himself and Jack to remind him that even if they had the entire trauma team working with you, with an injury like yours, chances of survival were low. 

The doctor had disappeared to the viewing room after Janie picked up Jake and Leah to take them home, the woman breaking into tears after being told what had happened. Jack had also sent the morning shift home, reminding them they've been there all day.

Hurried footsteps into the ED had caught Jack's attention from where he was finishing up files to the entrance where your mother rushed in, panic clear on her face.

"Jack!" Your mother cried as he rushed towards him and he met her half way, supporting her body as it crashed into him.

"W-where are they? I can't get in contact with either of them!"

Jack harshly swallows before he takes her arm in a supportive grip, guiding her towards the elevators, "C'mon I'll take you to them."

"Is she in the ICU or the OR?" Your mother asks as they step into the elevator, "That's probably why I couldn't get ahold of her right? And ha- knowing Robby, he's probably right by her side,"

Jack stays silent as the elevator rises past the ICU and surgery floors, bringing a hand up to his mouth when your mother realised what floor they were going to. Your mother had spent as much time as you did in this hospital, it was the usual drop-off place where you'd go from one parent to the other and she was well aware of what departments were on what floors.

Your mother paused as she stepped out of the elevator, the viewing room, right around the corner and her voice was a mere whisper as she spoke to Jack, "How bad was it?"

Jack hesitated before he spoke knowing he shouldn't be telling her any of it, "...She was gone before she got here…no matter what, the chances weren't in her favour."

"...And Robby?"

"He tried so hard. He refused to give up."

Your mother mutely nodded before she slowly made her way to the viewing room where Robby still waited outside.

"Robby?" Your mother whispered but it rang loudly through the corridor and Robby shot to his feet, making his way over to her. 

Your parents fall into each other's arms, crying as they mourn their daughter.

Jack sends them a pitiful glance before he leaves them alone, returning to the ED.

"I'm sorry—Oh fuck, I'm so sorry" Robby sobbed, "I tried so hard. I did, you have to believe me, please-please"

Your mother could only sob, curling around Robby as she sought for something to ground her.

They cried until there were no tears left and Robby helped her up, guiding her towards the chairs but your mom stopped just outside of the door.

"Can-can we see her?" She hesitantly asked.

Robby silently nodded, taking your moms hand before they opened the door and stepped in. Your mothers hand trembles in Robby's hand as he gently reaches over to pull the sheet away from your face.

Your mother shudders, briefly looking away to press her face to Robby's shoulder to center herself, she pulls away to rummage through her purse before she pulls out a travel pack of wet wipes.

"Can I?" 

Robby nods, reaching to take a wipe she offers him and together they begin to wipe your face clean of the blood that had matted onto your face and hairline. Your mother murmured words of love, pressing kisses on your face as she cleaned it and Robby watched as she did so but he couldn't do the same, the guilt festered in him.

First, it was guilt of not saving you. For taking the shift and not being by your side when the shooting happened.

Then it was for not accepting you had passed earlier. Deep in denial, he pushed and pushed until he had cracked your ribs, putting your body through more trauma just for his benefit.

"I'm sorry," Robby whimpered, "I should have been there with her. I could have helped her…it should have been me."

"What would you have done, hm?" Your mother asked, "You have no idea who the shooter was or where he was coming from and with what medical supplies? You saved many lives today…be proud of that."

"But not the most important person of them all" Robby gasped.

"Jack told me the probability of everything," Your mother pulls Robby into a hug, "Our baby girl was just unlucky. There was nothing that you or Jack or anyone could have done."

"I'm sorry…" Robby sobbed.

"I know," Your mother squeezed Robby, "I am too."

[ckret2]

Any headcanons surrounding Mabel and Dipper's parents? - 🦊

I'm gonna give you one but it's a big complicated one. Hold on while I line up a few canon facts first:

in TBOB, Bill says he worked with Maniacintosh to release a computer that induces mind control. The programmers who worked on the computer had a tendency to commit suicide.

Bill says it got recalled for eating a kid's finger, so presumably he stopped working with Maniacintosh. Bill does NOT say Maniacintosh went out of business.

A reliable way to keep Bill out of your brain is by listening to music he can't stand, like that Inkwell song that's a parody of It's A Small World

Synth music causes Bill physical pain—and apparently a pain he doesn't enjoy, because Mabel successfully uses it to disable him in Dreamscaperers and he lists it as one of his weaknesses in TBOB.

In Weirdmageddon we see Bill listening to dance music that sounds like it was made with synths, and he has no trouble with it.

Mabel likes 80s synth music a lot. It's the music style of Dream Boy High and she listens to a peppy 80s synth song during her week in Mabeland.

Also Ford's musical tastes were (accidentally) on the cutting edge of new wave music, since the timeline of Journal 3 (accidentally) implies Ford was a fan of the Eurhythmics before they had a hit.

Dipper plays at least two instruments (tuba on-screen, and out-of-show materials mention he took piano lessons before that), and Mabel composes a rock opera in a week.

Mabel & Dipper's dad worked in the tech industry in the 90s

Before the kids go off for the summer, Dipper hears his parents arguing about something he shouldn't have.

Now here's my unhinged conspiracy theory:

One of the ways Maniacintosh drove Bill away from the company was by taking a page out of Inkwell's book and creating music he couldn't stand. In their case, they didn't settle for just a song; they created an instrument pre-programmed with a database of sounds specifically calibrated to hurt Bill. It became the most popular synthesizer of the 80s. Popular music is a minefield for Bill for the next couple of decades; several genres are completely unlistenable. This is why he can listen to some synth-based music during Weirdmageddon; by the 2010s, that one synthesizer's finally waned in popularity enough that some synth music doesn't damage him. (This is also why he didn't object to Ford's love of the Eurhythmics—that was before Maniacintosh's synth saturated the music industry.)

The Pines family—at least the Mabel & Dipper branch of it—is very musically inclined. Plus: Mabel likes synth music, Ford likes synth music, I've decided liking synth music is a Pines genetic trait. Ergo, Mabel & Dipper's dad likes synth music. When he went into the tech industry, he went for the most musical tech company that helped birth the techiest music: the makers of the Maniacintosh synthesizer.

We don't know what Maniacintosh did during the decade or two after kicking Bill out. But if we wanna try to predict what their modern workplace culture is like, we know they got their start using a programming language that drove their programmers to suicide, so that's not a very promising starting point.

Dad Pines has been getting his mental health eroded for years from working at Maniacintosh. Probably less from working with eldritch code, and more from working for the managers hired by the managers hired by the managers who didn't see any problem with making their programmers work with eldritch code. (But, like, there's probably still a little bit of eldritch left in their code, ngl.) I'm imagining a very toxic workplace culture here.

Dipper overheard his parents arguing about Dad's job. Mom said that if Dad doesn't get out of that job there and his mental health keeps going downhill, she won't subject herself and the kids to that anymore. This scared the crap out of Dipper.

It scared the crap out of Dad, too. He's quit his job and found a new one, he's getting therapy, he and Mom are getting couple's therapy, the kids are getting therapy just in case and also because they fought a demon last summer (??? what the hell did Uncle Stan get them into), things are improving.

Bill's got his fingers in so many projects, it interests me to think about all the ripple effects he leaves on society—all the damage he's done five steps removed from his initial involvement, damage that he not only doesn't care about but also will never know about. Wherever he goes, his cruelty casts such a long shadow.

A few bonus parent headcanons:

Since dad is listening to the 70s/80s stations that play 80s synthpop when he's driving the kids around, that's also where Dipper picked up BABBA.

Mom is the source of Mabel's karaoke night music picks, particularly the rock ballads. But enough about music.

Both parents are in the tech industry (although Mom obviously didn't go into Maniacintosh).

Shermie stayed in New Jersey, and that's where Dad grew up. He crossed the country to go to college in California, which is where he met Mom.

Both of them push hard that education is the key to a good life. It was for them. This hasn't necessarily been great for their kids, one of whom has said he doesn't know who he is if he's not the smart guy and the other of whom is just as smart as her brother but not in ways that get reflected in a report card. Whoops!

Dad trusts Uncle Stan, because he grew up being told about how how Uncle Stanford is a big genius, first in the family to go to college, and Uncle Stanley was a big hush-hush family secret until he died tragically in Oregon—probably going to visit Stanford, everyone thinks—this happened when Dad was a pretty small kid—and Uncle Stan just sort of burnt out and gave up on his high academic ambitions after his brother died, and Shermie feels sorry for him so Dad feels sorry for him.

Mom doesn't trust Uncle Stan, because she's met him.

Dad was raised Jewish but isn't really emotionally connected to it; he drifted away in college. He visits family for holidays when he can (but it's hard, almost everybody is across the country in New Jersey and Uncle Stan is kind of a recluse and doesn't really practice either). Mabel and Dipper had their bat mitzvah and bar mitzvah, but mainly for the benefit of Shermie and the kids' grandma.

Mom was Raised Non Religious But Culturally Christian. This extends to Christmas and to sort of assuming that everyone does weddings & funerals & religion the same way until she's told otherwise. Before getting married the only thing she knew about Jewish weddings was smashing the glass. She really wanted to smash the glass.

Mom's the one who's watched Star Trek and read Lord of the Rings. She and Dipper have the most overlapping tastes. She'd probably play DD&MD if he asked, but roleplaying with your nerdy mom is just weird. Unlike roleplaying with your nerdy great-uncle, which is very cool.

They're a "photograph and videotape EVERYTHING" kind of family. They digitized the ancestral family scrapbooks and they make "Spring Break Vacation '09!!!" DVDs.

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History Repeats Itself

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note: first jess one-shot!!! (and i'm actually proud of it???) also i say their baby is one but i don't know babies to well so if she's too advanced for a one year old, just cut me some slack

warnings: teen pregnancy, food/eating

word count: 4.7 k

♡ summary: Being a teen mom is hard but without any help it's even harder, after saving up enough she can finally move to Stars Hollow to be closer to her baby's father

♡ Jess Mariano x reader

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The bus ride down was long, and it only got worse as 1-year-old Caroline woke up from her nap and decided to let everyone know of the inconvenience. Finally after the long months of working and saving up she had enough to move to Stars Hollow, unlike Jess who had a parent to send them and an uncle to stay with, she saved up and made it happen. She wanted Caroline to be around her father, and she wanted to be close to Jess.

And Y/n’s always loved the idea of a small town, a place where you felt safe, a place she would feel safe raising her child in, a place that wasn’t $2,500 a month for a closet. Here she could give her daughter a lot more, here she would have a support system in Jess and Luke. Unlike what her parents would give her.

By this point in the bus route it was only the mother and daughter and a couple strays, she saw the messy haired boy sitting on a park bench close to the bus stop, of course he had his nose in a book. She started packing up Caroline’s stuff, tucking her blanket and toys in the basket of the stroller.

When she got to the bus doors, Jess quickly made his way to help her lift the stroller down the steps, when the stroller was once again on the ground Jess squats down getting face to face with his little girl, “Hey, Care!” “Daddy!” He lifted her up by her armpits. When the little girl was out of her seat and in her dad’s arms, her mom stacked their bags on the seat.

“Hi! You’re so big! Really she is. She’s growing up so fast.” “Well she can walk way more stable now. No more scaring, mommy that you’ll fall if I look away for a second.” She says the last sentence in baby voice while she tickles the girl’s belly to make her giggle and their foreheads to rest on each other’s.  

“So you gonna show us around?!” “‘Around’?” They continued their walk around the gazebo area, walking towards Luke’s. 

“This is it, that's the record shop, that’s the bookstore, that's Luke’s, and that’s all you need to know.” “Well where’s the bank, I might need to rob it later.” “You’ll find a job. And if you don’t then work at Luke’s, he could do with the time off then maybe he’d get off everyone’s backs.” “He’s probably stressed with you always causing trouble.” “Me? Trouble? Nooo, I’m a peach.”

-

Jess had the baby today since Y/n was off to find a job, her first stop was the most promising. Luke let her know that a friend of his needed extra staff at their Inn for an event that was coming up, someone who could be an assistant of sorts. So after wearing her most capable looking top, and best fitting jeans. She kissed Caroline’s check and yelled goodbye to Luke and Jess as she began her walk.

When she walked inside she saw a man at the front desk on the phone. Waiting to ask for directions, she hung around the man’s desk, busying herself with some pamphlet. She couldn't help but listen to the man’s angry English in his french accent.

Suddenly he hung up the phone and got back to writing whatever he was writing, without looking up and with an annoyed tone said, “Yes?” “I was looking for Lorelei, I’m here for-” “The assistant job, yes.. Follow me.” He walked quickly to wherever it was they were going, mumbling along the way, “Of course, an assistant. Just what we need around here. Not like I don’t already do most of the work around here.”

He opened the door for them, it ended up being the kitchen they were now in. A tall woman holding a to-go coffee cup that said ‘Luke’s’ on it and a shorter woman in an apron fighting with a scruffy man about vegetables, which look to be parsnips. 

“The mini-you is here.” “One little comment, Micheal. I’m not saying you’re incapable. I just want more help with organising events so I focus on planning!” “Whatever.” Turning on his heels, Micheal walked out the doors making his way back to his desk. 

“So you’ve met Micheal! Sorry, we usually don’t let him around the new people but we're a little short-staffed. Let’s head to the dining room.”

They sat down at a table in the dining room, Lorelei asked all the important questions, and Y/n was perfect, now she was just asking the things she’ll tell Sookie later when the woman asks about the new hire.

Taking a sip of her sixth coffee this morning Lorelei asked, “So, are you new to town? I haven’t seen you around before.” The girl was stirring milk into her second coffee as she responded, “Yeah, I am. I just moved here with my um- my daughter, closer to her dad so…” 

Since it was of course the time most adults got horrified, thought she was a bad kid, and though she didn’t get that vibe from Lorelei, it was at least bound to shock her. “You’re daughter? How old are you? Wait- I know, it’s on your resume. I mean- I’m, deja vu y’know? Abba did say ‘the history books on the shelf are always repeating themselves’.” 

She must have seen the confused look on the young girl and explained, “I had my daughter when I was sixteen.. And came here to get a job, so just getting major deja vu. Well then, since I know what you’re going through, I won’t put you through the short mental torture of waiting for a call I was gonna do and just tell you you got the job.” “Oh, thank you! I really need this, I can’t thank you enough.” “Just change her name to Lorelei and we’ll call it even.” “deal.” Those two would get along great, much to Luke’s misfortune.

-

Y/n sat at the counter with Caroline in front of her sitting on the counter while she played with her mother’s hair. Jess was filling up cups of coffee and serving customers while he listened to Y/n’s words.

“So until you go back to school, you’ll have Caroline during the day here and when I’m done work I’ll take her.” “No, you’ll never have a break. After work you go to your house, relax then grab her after dinner.” 

Jess may have this ‘I only care about myself’ attitude but that never included Caroline and Y/n, he’d kill for either of them at any given moment. He always put them first. If thought Y/n needed a break, she was getting a break whether she wanted it or not. 

Just as the girl was going to thank him she was interrupted by another girl around their age coming to sit down at the counter, two over from her. 

“I have the book you lent me.” She said, unknowingly interrupting the conversation since Jess was facing the coffee machine to make a new batch when she sat down. “Oh, thanks.” He muttered, notably not turning to face her.

On the inside Jess felt guilty. Why did he feel guilty? He didn’t do anything, he and Y/n weren’t together, nevermind the fact that all he did was lend Rory a book. As friends. Because they’re friends. But nonetheless it almost felt like cheating. Jess and Y/n may not be together officially but that didn’t mean that they both didn’t love each other. And not just because they were the parents to a beautiful little girl. Jess had always wanted more, he’d let the girl know that more than a handful of times, and she let him know it wasn’t unrequited, yet something always came between them.

You’d think having a baby together would bring them closer, and in some ways it did; they trusted each other more. But they also fought more and being the dumb teenagers they were, they didn’t have the emotional ability to move past that and build the relationship they both wanted. And then when they felt they were ready to, Jess was sent to live with his uncle. Just another fork in the road. But now they were living in the same town and had a good system, and people to support them. It was the perfect time, everything was going right, they could feel all the feelings that never really left resurfacing.

“Okay, I have to get to work. You’ve got her?” “Yeah.” “Bye, baby, I love you. I’ll see you in a little bit, but you get to spend all day with daddy.” “Bye-bye, mommy!” 

She said bye to Jess after she walked around the counter and handed him Caroline, muttering a small ‘go see, daddy’ that Rory most definitely heard.

When the door finally chimed shut Rory shot up to follow Jess to the table he was now setting Caroline up at. She watched his gentle movements as he readjusts her shirt and places crayons and paper in front of her, which she got right into scriballing away. 

“She’s yours?” “Yeah.” “.. So that girl is your girlfri-" "I’ve got work to do.” 

-

The warm atmosphere of the dinner is a stark contrast to the cold winter air. Noticing Jess and Caroline are nowhere to be seen she assumes they were upstairs and makes her way up the stairs. Half-way up the flight of stairs she could hear her little girl’s loud giggles. She quietly opens the door to see Jess holding Caroline above his head, as if she was flying.

When she first got pregnant everyone told her Jess wouldn’t be a good dad, that she can’t rely on him for anything. God were they wrong. She doesn’t think it’s possible for her baby to have a better person as a dad. She sadly doesn’t get to watch the scene for much longer as she’s spotted by little Caroline.

“Mommy! I see daddy ‘morrow?” “Yes, you get to be with daddy all day tomorrow too.” “Yay!”

As the conversation between them goes on, Jess lets his little girl plant her feet back on the ground and starts collecting some things she’ll need during the night before she comes back here tomorrow, he then starts getting Caroline’s shoes on her feet. While Y/n sits on the couch next to their little girl.

“So who was that girl this morning?” “Who?” 

Jess always did this, it was a tell tale sign that he didn’t want to talk about it, but that’s never stopped Y/n before. “You know who.” Of course having to be difficult, Jess gives her a fake confused look, as if he’s never met another girl in his life. 

“The one returning your book.” “Oh, that girl.” “Yeah, that girl.” “She’s nobody.” “So you just lend books to ‘nobody’s now?” “Care, where’s Mr.Wiggle?” The girl lets out a gasp and reaches out for Jess to help her off the couch, when he does she runs into the closet where she previously hid while playing hide and seek a couple hours earlier. 

“What? Don’t want Care to hear about her new step-mom?” “Don’t call her that.” “What? Care? Only you can call her that?” “No, don’t call Rory Care’s ‘step-mom’.” “Rory! I get her name!” 

Jess was a quiet guy, but not this quiet, especially not with Y/n. He didn’t want to talk about Rory, maybe because it was weird talking about another girl with your baby momma. And yes it was weird for Y/n too, but for a completely different reason, she assumes. She liked Jess, and has since before she even knew about Caroline.

“C’mon, Jess, it’s me. I want you to be happy.” Sure Rory made him happy, but only because she was the only friend he had here, it wasn’t the way Y/n made him happy. Before he could deny for words again Caroline came back running into the room with her stuffie in her hands. Having already said her goodbyes, she opened the door and walked out.

“Caroline, wait hun! I think you should go for it Jess.”

She walked out the door, closing it behind her, leaving Jess to stare at where she disappeared. He decided to take her advice, just maybe not the way she meant it

-

Y/n helped Caroline pack more snow onto their snowman. Caroline wanted to do it after she heard Luke complaining about town events again, he stopped complaining when he saw how excited the girl was. They had Mr.Wiggles off the side learning against the tree, using him as a reference. 

“Mommy, no. Mr.Wiggles has more hair.” 

Caroline was getting very comfortable ordering her mother around, but in this instance Y/n let it slide, poking more sticks on the top of the snowman’s head to mimic Mr.Wiggle’s spiky hair. 

“That’s good!”

Lorelei and Rory were just one snowman down, both told Caroline they thought she would win and encouraged her before she even started. Since they were so close, they could hear the scene that had just played out. 

“Tough age, wait till you get to the terrible twos. ‘No’ is all you’ll hear.” Lorelei said, kindly as her and her own daughter walked past them. Y/n let out a laugh at the comment before she asks, “You guys done already?” “No, but after Michelangelo over there busted out the power buffer, and when Caroline busts out her cuteness, what chance do we have?” “I see your point.” “So off to Luke’s we go.” “We’ll see you there in a bit.”

-

Y/n was standing talking to one of the decorators when she saw Lorelei and Sookie step out of the kitchen, quickly finishing her directions she wrote down a note on her clipboard then made her way to meet them at the entrance of the dining room.

When Sookie sees her, she asks, “What’re we looking at today?” Sookie was really fun to work with, like Lorelei she was very chill as a boss, but Sookie was also so kind and always took it upon herself to make sure Y/n has eaten and that her and Caroline are taken care of. She could tell the woman was going to make an amazing mother.

“This is last on the list.” She replied, after she took a quick glance at her clipboard, then continued, “We’ve got trumpets, the madrigal singers-” “Sorry to interrupt, but I’m not playing squire of Bracebridge.” 

Sookie and Lorelei must have finally told Jackson to play the squire, they told her earlier in the week that they were playing to ask at the last moments so he had to. It was a flawless plan, especially when Jackson can’t say no to Sookie.

She saw that Lorelei and Sookie were just ignoring him, so she played along and continued down her list, “All the servers are lined up. This is just for the recorder players and harpists.” She stopped at the recorder players and let Lorelei talk to them, “Hi. Lay some on us, guys.” 

The two recorder players played the soft tube they were going to come accustomed to in the next few days. The three of them shared positive looks and when their playing came to an end, Sookie said, “Hey, you cats really know how to blow those things.” Lorelei continued Sookie’s comment by saying, “You’ve got the gig. Y/n here will call you later with the details. Thanks.” 

Recorder players started packing their things, Jackson started again on the fact that he wouldn’t play the squire, and the three women continued to ignore him.

“When do the quests arrive?” “Thursday at four on their own jet.” “After buying out the whole inn.”

“Must be nice to have money.” Y/n added, checking off and writing down more notes on her clipboard.

“You know what struck me today?” “-Was it the fact that I am not the squire?-""We’re crazy for doing this.” “We’re beyond crazy.” It did feel crazy, Lorelei told her they’d never done a function this big before and that’s the reason they hired more help. Like her, but also that they were planning to do a lot more big things like this, more weddings, and such. 

“We’re ‘Anne Heche speaking her secret language to god and looking for the spaceship in Fresno’ kinda crazy.” “Oquinis no-goodo noto.” Sookie said, causing Y/n add, “Il ecnatra dos guidan.”

Their nonsense was once again interrupted by Jackson, “And spring this on me at the last minute too. I mean, that’s just manipulative.” Suddenly a cook pops his head out of the kitchen, saying calmly, “Sookie- fire!”

Sookie rolled her eyes softly, this happened far too often, before saying, “I gotta get back in the kitchen. You guys handle the harps?” Both women nodded and replied in unison, “You got it.” 

“Alright. I’ll do it. I’ll play squire Bracebridge if that’s what you want.” Everyone knew he would cave eventually. Sookie patted his arm and said a quick, “Thanks, sweetie.” before walking back into the kitchen to hopefully deal with the fire. “As long as it’s not just because I fit the costume.” Jackson looked back at Lorelei and Y/n, Lorelei had a grin on her face while Y/n wore a tight-lipped smile. “It’s because I fit the costume, isn’t it?” He followed after Sookie.

Lorelei put her arm around Y/n and led them to the harpist, “Go ahead.” The harpist played the same tune as the two recorder players. But just as the woman started, Lorelei got a call. She patted Y/n’s arm, “I have to take this, you handle the harpist.”

The girl tried to stay calm, nodding her head and going back to listening to the music. Lorelei trusted her, yes it wasn’t a big job by any means, but still it was a step into a bigger role down the line.

-

The next day, Sookie and Y/n had all the waiters/performers in the dining room going over what their job was. And teaching them the old English words to use for things.

Sookie was just telling Rune that he couldn’t just talk like an old man whe Lorelei came in with a disappointed look on her face, and let them know the dinner was off.

The three women, as well as Rory and Caroline were now sitting at a table at Luke’s, Caroline was happily eating her pancakes, plain just as she liked and completely unaware of the collective disappointment of the group.

Lorelei has really welcomed Y/n into her life. She may not be Jess’s biggest fan, but she would always help another teen mom out. Especially since she sees so much of herself in Y/n. She’s grown to really love the girl in the short time they’ve known each other. And aftering hearing Y/n didn’t have her family in her life she was more than happy to help and maybe become that family for her one day. Just like Mia did for her.

“I’ve got 30 pounds of aged beef, trays and trays of trout, mountains of prune tarts. I diced pumpkins until my hands turned orange. I’ve got pumpkin hands!” Sookie showed the table her hands, it apparently caught Caroline’s attention since she grabbed Sookie’s right hand and held it in her left while she continued eating. Sookie lets her hand rest in the little girl’s while she freaks out more and asks Lorelei, “How can you stay so calm?” “There’s nothing we can do about it.” 

Rory was just as upset, mostly because she knew how hard her mother worked on the planning, “I can’t believe they got snowed in.” Y/n hasn’t told Jess, but she’s become pretty close to Rory, the girl sometimes comes to the Inn and helps around and Rory’s become kinda her only friend, that was until Rory invited her to the record store with Lane. After that day she had two friends. 

After knowing Rory more, she realised how much she and Jess have in common, and even though Rory has a boyfriend she can tell there’s an attraction to Jess she’s trying so hard to hide. 

Y/n zoned out for a moment, looking outside, she was upset that the first event she helped organise wouldn’t even happen. She was broken from her stare out the window from Caroline jumping in place while sitting on her mom’s lap, the cause of which was Luke coming to the table. 

“You girls want anything besides coffee?” He asked, adding on with a pat on the girl’s head, “Or pancakes?” “Hey, what about Luke?” “What about him?” “He eats, and Jess eats. Doesn’t Jess eat?” Sookie directs the question at Y/n, before the girl could say anything Luke cuts her off, “What’s she doing?” “I think she’s inviting you for dinner.”

Getting distracted while trying to convince Luke to come to dinner, the four decide to still put on the dinner for the town. Like an out of control slumber-party.

-

The dinner was going great, the secret amazing part of inviting the town was that Y/n and Caroline could actually meet everyone. Miss. Patty and Babette loved Y/n and Caroline (mostly Caroline), Caroline loved Kirk, and everyone loved that Caroline could do whatever she wanted and Talor wouldn’t say anything. And Y/n got to meet Paris after all the stories she’s heard.

Caroline and Y/n were in line for the horse drawn carriage rides, when Caroline saw her favourite person, Lane. “Laney! I ride with you!” Lane, before agreeing, made eye contact with Y/n to make sure it was okay. Y/n gave them the go ahead and helped Caroline get settled. After their carriage left she made her way to the next one. Telling the driver it’s just her.

It was nice to get a break from everything. It was quiet and peaceful. Well that was until Jess ran up and hopped on the carriage next to her. Without a word he put the blanket that was over the girl’s legs on his too. 

“I thought you and Care were going together.” “She’s one ahead, with Lane.” “Ahhh. Well it’s two to a sleigh no more, no less. So you were breaking the rules, you're welcome for saving you.” “You could have hurt yourself.” “Aw, you care about me.” “You are my baby's father.” 

She wished she just agreed with him. She didn’t just care for him because he was Caroline’s dad, and she doesn’t think she says it enough. But then again, maybe it would mess things up if she admitted that. But that decision was made for her.

“I’m touched.” “Jess. I don’t mean it like that. I care about you, Caroline or not.” 

Trying to change the topic to something she thought was more lighthearted, she says, “So, how are things with Rory?” “There are no things with Rory.” “C’mon, Jess, we can talk about this stuff-” “Why are you so insistent that I date Rory?” 

She wasn’t expecting that outburst. Not from Jess. He rarely ever yelled at her, and when he did it was always misplaced anger, never actually angry at her. This time it was her, it was what she said.

“I just want you to be happy-” “C’mon, Y/n. Be serious.” “I am. I want-” “If you want me to be happy so bad, why won’t you give me a chance?!” 

He turned his face to her, looking right into her eyes, she could see the hurt in his. Did she put it there?

“What’re you-” “Since we found out about Caroline, I’ve tried and tried to help you realise that I love you. And not how you mean ‘I love you’. I don’t love and care for you because we have a family and I have to. I love you, because I want to. I want to be with you. And I know it will be hard, but I’ll do the work.” 

If she had more social awareness at the pent she would have hated that the coachman heard all of that. But after what Jess said, the look in his eyes; that was so full of love. She felt like it was just them two in the world. No, that it was just their little family in the whole world. He and Caroline were all she would ever need.

“I love you too, Jess. I have for so long, long before Caroline, but I thought you wouldn’t want to be tied down to me, especially after I had Caroline, that any sign I thought you gave me was all in my head.” “It’s not.” 

He brought her in closer to him, an arm around her shoulders and when her arms wrapped around his waist he left a kiss on the crown of her head. The small kiss brought her eyes up to him, which led to their first real kiss in one year and nine months. 

His lips were softer than she remembered, but they still fit into hers as if they never left.

She broke away from their reuniting kiss to place her head in the crook of his neck, wanting nothing more than to be close to him.

“My mom didn’t want me to come home.” She took her head out of his neck to look at him fully. They were always that person for each other, the one you can tell your problem to and they knew when to help and when listening was enough. Right now, she knew listening was enough.

“I’m sorry, Jess.” “It’s fine. Just sucks.” “I know. Well, Care and I will always want you to come home.” After her words, he brought her closer than before. She was always just what he needed. 

Wanting to change the subject, Jess nodded his head to the snowman Y/n and Caroline built. “It’s good.” “What?” “Your snowman, well Caroline’s snowman I'm sure she’d want me to say.” “You know which one’s ours?” “Definitely shows her personality… It kinda looks like Mr.Wiggles.” “That’s what we were going for. But everyone thinks the one on the end is going to win.” “Really? It’s so overdone.” “I agree.” “You and Care’s should win.” “Agree again.”

-

The dinner was filled with Jess and Luke confused at what exactly was in the food, Jess and Y/n trying their best to keep Caroline sat which about half an hour in they gave up and just let her walk around the lobby, as well as saying hello and talking to everyone at the table. Having an interesting conversation with Mrs.Kim about grace, ‘helping’ Kirk by sitting on his rolling food cart, and even talking with Paris for a while. 

Overall it was a great night. Even better when Jess, Y/n, and Caroline got to their shared room, putting Caroline asleep together for the first time in a while. And falling to sleep in the same bed together, holding each other, listening to each other’s breaths, as well as Caroline’s. Everything was just how they both always secretly wanted. And now get to have openly and freely. 

- 

In the morning Y/n got up early since she was technically working, and she still was when Luke, Jess, and Caroline left to open the diner for the day. It was around noon when Y/n finally left, walking to Luke’s to spend the day with her two favourite people. Which was when she saw Michelangelo’s snowman fallen to a large pile of snow on the ground.

She didn’t even have to think for a second to know that Jess did it. Sometimes he did the weirdest things to show his love.

The bell rang as she pushed open the door, she sat down next to Caroline, saying ‘good morning’ and getting one back before she made her way to the counter.

“I saw what you did.” “What’d I do?” “Caroline will be happy she won.” “Anything if my girl’s win.”

[a-hazbin-reader]

Okkkk I am loving all the alastor with twins idea's 😍 💕 💖 could you do some headcannons where he takes the twins on day full of errands like going grocery shopping in cannibal town and a overlord meeting stuff like that

I'm just gonna add a new one here...

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

✅️Parental

TW: Kids being chaotic, Babies biting, Alastor X Mom!Reader towards the end

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Normally, Alastor avoids taking the twins out by himself, preferring to double team it with his wife

It's just so much easier with you by his side

But when his wife needs a day off or is too busy to go with him? It's full on dad mode for him

He talks to them the entire time as if the three of them are having a real conversation

"Which of these two do you think your mother will like more?"

"Baba!"

"You're right, obviously we need to try someplace else."

Takes the kids to visit Rosie and pick up some of his secret snack stash along the way

Rosie absolutely hogs the twins and keeps them in her lap for the entirety of the visit

She coos and fusses over them, allows them to wear her hat and chew on her limbs

"Alastor! Look at those chompers! You're gonna have some real trouble on your hands soon!"

If Alastor takes them to overlord meetings, then Rosie and Zestial will each hold a twin

Rosie is content to just ignore what's being said and snuggle with a baby, smell their fresh baby scent

Rosie that's creepy

Zestial likes to blow on their twitchy little ears just to listen to them growl and bleat at him

It's a game to them

The twins literally can't get enough of Zestial's voice and the way he speaks, always just hypnotized when he opens his mouth

Carmilla is secretly dying inside to hold a baby but won't admit it until Alastor offers it up to her

She melts the moment a baby is in her arms, smiling and rubbing noses with the baby

Her daughters will absolutely beg to hold them though

Velvette is pissed because she can't take photos of the babies or even hold one, the last time she tried, she almost lost a finger to those teeth

Alastor loves how he can basically control how an overlord meeting goes just by bringing in his babies

He wants everyone off topic so that they don't look into something he doesn't want brought to light? Good day to bring the twins

If he's taking the twins for a walk, then he's definitely got those child leashes so that he doesn't lose his babies

It's also to keep them from going feral and biting people but nobody needs to know that

If they run into Vox, then he'll suddenly accidentally drop the leash just to watch his kids take Vox down

The TV head won't be getting up without a few bite marks on his screen, Alastor holding almost angelic looking twins in his arms

"My most sincere apologies, Vox! Teething has just been so hard on the twins..."

"Oh fuck you!"

"Ba!"

"Not you!"

Alastor is surprisingly patient and understanding when it comes to his children's needs

He's able to quickly figure out what they want and avoid a tantrum

"Are you hungry, dear one? Papa has just the thing for you~"

And if they do have a tantrum...he knows how to get ahold of his wife...

He'll take them to a park and play games with them just to tucker them out, he actually seems like a normal dad in those moments

Usually by the end of the day Alastor can tell that the twins are tired and missing their mom

He misses her too

Is so exhausted when he gets home and collapses in your arms, rubbing his face into your shoulder

"How was your day out~?"

"Pleasant, but it would've been better had you been with us, my dear~"

You can't help but smile as his arms wrap around you, and he pulls you in for a generous kiss

That's the only moment with you that he gets before the twins push between you two

"BA!"

I love these family asks so much

[multiversefanfics]

Woah Baby

Pairing: Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Reader Warning: Nothing but fluff Summary: You're pregnant, due any day. Steve was talking to your belly when the baby kicked him after he said something the baby didn't like. Word Count: 658

You swayed your hips to the music coming from the speaker as you painted the last wall in the nursery. You took a step back to admire your work. You weren't an artist, but you knew a thing or two about painting.

"I'm pretty sure your hips are what got us into this situation in the first place." Steve leaned against the doorframe, smirking at you.

You turned to look at him, smiling widely. He came over and stood beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and looked at the wall.

"It looks amazing, baby." He rested his hands on your belly, rubbing small circles. "I can't wait until I get to hold our son, I'm so ready to show him how to throw the shield"

You giggled softly, patting his hands. "Slow down there, I think it's gonna be a while before he can throw the shield."

Steve chuckled and nodded against your shoulder, "I know, I know, I'm just very excited."

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, letting out a long yawn. Steve rubbed your belly again and smiled

"Come on, sweetheart, let's go take a nap." Without hesitation, Steve looped one of his arms under your knees and the other around your waist and carried you to your room.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto his shirt. Steve barely let you walk anywhere, he wouldn't even let you walk from the dining room table to the refrigerator. He was worried you would trip or bump into something and hurt yourself or the baby.

He laid you down on the bed and crawled between your legs, lifting your shirt up a bit. You leaned on your elbows, looking down at him, confused.

"What are you doing?" He started rubbing your belly again

"I wanna talk to our son, before our nap." You laid back down and got comfortable.

Steve leaned down and pressed a couple of small kisses on your belly. You giggled at his kisses and rubbed the side of your belly to get the baby to move. You smiled when you felt him shift inside of you, that was your little bundle of joy.

"Hey, baby," Steve whispered, remembering that the doctor told him not to be too loud. "It's your dad, uh, I just want to let you know that your mommy is really really pretty. Just wanna prepare you for when you first see her."

You smiled and listened to Steve talk to your baby about all the things he's done, told him about Uncle Bucky and Uncle Sam. Steve kissed your belly, then laid his head down on it.

"Oh, and don't let your mommy lie to you, I love her way more than she loves me." And as if your baby knew he was lying, he sent a kick straight to Steve's jaw.

Steve jumped back, rubbing his jaw slightly, he looked down at your belly like it had just insulted him. "Kid got a powerful kick."

You were sent into a fit of laughter, which made your belly bounce in the cute way that Steve liked. He couldn't be mad at you, you looked so cute, and he definitely couldn't be mad at your son, he was going to be cute just like you and Steve couldn't wait for that, he knew the two of you would be nothing but trouble for him and he was excited.

Steve crawled up and laid down beside you, he pulled you close to him, your head resting on his arm, while his hand rested on your belly, rubbing small circles again. You smiled up at him and kissed his cheek.

"I love you, Steve." He smiled down at you and kissed your nose

"I love you more, Y/N." Your baby kicked his hand, and he chuckled, "I'll never win with you two."

A/N: I hope you guys like it, if you want to be tagged in future fics comment here or send me a message. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. 🥰

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[ellyswsw]

What you would see on the Shaw Pack's cellphones !!

David

He barely cares what the inside of his phone looks like lowkey but it's still organized

He changes his home and lock screen occasionally (him and angel ofc)

He has an account on Pinterest and he saves so many furniture decors

Help I feel like he would have some pictures of important contracts and paperwork for potential evidence or some shit

Pictures of him flexing his muscles and working out cause Angel asked for them

And pictures of Angel he saved whenever they update him on what they're doing.

Definitely shaw pack group photos

He still keeps old photos of him with his mother, him when he was just a little boy, his mom and dad, and him with the two of them. He'd look at them when it's his dad's anniversary and just cry

His email box is so packed with proposals, sponsors, and just usual pack leader stuff (get it PACKed hahahaha okay I'll stop)

Angel

Angel's phone is definitely filled with selfies, pictures of them cuddling with David

They take goofy pictures of the pack in 0.5 I swear

Sometimes you'd see really blurry pictures that they accidentally took without knowing that they never really bothered to delete cause they're too lazy unless their phone storage is packed asf

Food pictures, so many of them

They have an Instagram account and they really like editing and designing their stories

Whenever David doesn't feel like cooking, Angel goes straight to their phone cause they have so many food delivery apps

Brands begging them to sponsor their products

Angel and David share their passwords

Let's just say they have provocative photos of them to tease David and they always save those muscle pics David sends them (it's on their private album)

Asher

Him and Baaabe really likes taking silly photos together

His phone is so cracked you'd think he has a child that's always borrowing it

Fefinitely lost his phone(s) at least 3 times

He really likes taking candid photos of Baaabe

His phone is so filled with memes and he's the type of person to always send a meme to comeback every possible message ever

Has tiktok and knows how to use gen alpha language and is a Charli's brat album boy

He likes ordering silly stuff online

He has a grocery app

Angel and him have the most screen time ever in their circle

Baaabe

Their apps are organized in groups cause they don't like swiping left and right like theres a folder for Google apps, online shops social media, etc.

They saved every freaky voicemail Asher sent to them

They really love taking pictures of the places they're in. Buildings, trees, cool interior designs, etc.

Likes listening to music, Spotify is their top most used app

Milo

Him and Sweetheart always like taking pictures together whenever there's a good spot or good lighting and he'd usually post it on Insta

Also has a Pinterest account but with outfits

So many online shopping apps just for clothes

Him and Sweetheart send each other outfits they wore whenever one of them is on a business trip

His add to cart consists of clothes, jewelry, cat toys, leashes and collar for aggro.. and adult toys

Sweetheart

I think just like Baaabe, their apps are also organized in folders.

They are barely active on social media because they think if they get into trouble while on their investigating duty, social media is the first option that's gonna be checked and they don't want that

But you'd see them on Milo's posts

Always on incognito mode

You'd always see outfit checks on their gallery before a flight or a vacation since they prepare an outfit they'd wear every day of the week in advance

They have so many hair tutorials for formal hairstyles because they need to look formal everyday at work apparently

Darlin'

Has one broken and abused phone and at least 10 burner phones

Doesn't care what their phone looks like because they don't even care abt the phone

Has no casing

Even the back is cracked

They have a password that they change every month and they tell Sam what the password is

Whenever someone in the pack they're close with needs to open their phone, they either open it themselves or tell them the password then immediately change it after and update Sam again

Every account they have has a different password which they're kinda annoyed at themself for doing that because it's hard to remember every single password

Sam

His phone still has that abstract and colorful wallpaper ever since he bought it and he hasn't cared to change it even now

Even the layout of the apps is the same

Has those millennial parent profile picture

He barely uses his phone

Doesn't know how to put up a widget

Instead of saving the actual picture, he just screenshots it

But he really loves texting his mate, and he won't easily admit it, but he gets all giddy and appreciative whenever the pack adds him to a group chat with them

[blue-sadie]

Misleading

Sorry this was a request but Tumblr being Tumblr I lost the post and had to rewrite it, I don't do part 3s but I made it very similar to it

Sully Family x Sibling Reader

Summary: the sullys always protect one another especially the baby (you)

Warning: platonic

Yn/3rd person pov

The adrenaline was wearing off, my panting breath was the only thing I could hear through my ringing ears, i looked through my blurry eyes up to the top of the hill which I fall down.

I was a long ways down I groaned as I slowly rose to rest on my elbows so I could see my surroundings I don't know where I am nothing looks familiar, I raised one of my hands to my forehead letting out a shakey breathe as I felt the hot crimson liquid.

"F-fuck" I cursed bringing the hand infront of my eyes, the blood dripped down my fingers I watched a drop slide down the palm of my hand.

"I'm never gonna be let out again" I muttered breathlessly and brought my hand to the communication device attached to my neck "d-dad" i sighed in pain and closed my eyes tightly.

"What's wrong yn are you hurt" his voice sounded fizzy through the radio but I could still hear the concern in his voice "I was out l-looking for stuff for mom and I I fell" I murmured and groaned as i sat up straight.

"Are you hurt my yn" mon spoke "just a little but I'll live" I said and slowly tried to stand up but lost my balance each time "where are you so we can come get you" this time it was neteyam speaking his voice somewhat panicked.

"I don't really know the last thing I know was just passed the abandoned shack where we get the nice fruit I like from" u sighed I heard faded voices through the radio probably lo'ak and kiri "ok we're on our way hold on tight".

Neteyam and jake both rushed to their ikrans and lo'ak came closely behind trying to reason with their father "dad I know where she is" he tried going to his ikran but jake stopped him "enough, go home and stay put do you understand me".

Lo'ak sighed and nodded defeatedly watching them mount their ikrans and dive into the afternoon sky, his eyes twitched debating his next move "fuck it" he muttered running to his ikran and flying out, lo'ak made sure to avoid his father and older brother in the sky using all the short cuts he knew.

Lo'ak was the first to get to me "yn" he yelled jumping off his ikran and running to my side "l-lo'ak where's dad" I felt dizzy from the loss of blood, my body trembled as he held me "close i-i think" he stammered looking towards the sky I looked up at him he differently gonna be in trouble.

He grabbed some cloth from his satchel and wrapping them around my wounds somewhat slowly the blood flow "thanks-" I was interrupted by the sound of dad's ikran "lo'ak" dad called making lo'ak cringe.

Dad and neteyam hoped off their ikrans and came towards us dad's eyes fill with anger intill he saw my wrapped wounds "good job but next time listen to me" he hissed and lo'ak nodded "let's get you home baby girl" dad turned to me, neteyam and lo'ak grabbing my sides helping me to my feet.

They brought me over to neteyams ikran and helped me on "don't fall... again" lo'ak tried to joke making me love sarcastically "funny" I muttered and groaned as neteyam settled behind me.

"Are you ok" he murmured as he wrapped his arms around me preparing to fly "just dizz-" my vision slowly turned black and my body limp "yn" his voice faded into nothing.

-Time skip-

My eyes slowly fluttered open and a pained groan left my lips as I felt a dam cloth being layed on my forehead "w-who" I whispered trying to left my hand but he clasped my hand gently keeping it down.

"You need to rest sister" his voice was low and caring as I heard water being rung out and another cloth pressed over my shoulder "neteyam" I hissed the medicine stinging my wound making him chuckle lightly "next time maybe watch where your going".

I huffed rolling my eyes "next time I'll just make you get the stuff for me you skxawng" he chuckled again shaking his head as his arm moved under my body helping me to sit up.

"Maybe next time tell me where your going so I can go hunting while you collect things ewya knows moms never letting you leave alone again"

[ace-and-ranty]

The thing is, PJO was always gonna be hard to replicate, because the structure of the core conflict is so, so, so beaurifully fine tuned.

The entire conflict in PJO is that the Gods are shit parents. It is simple. It is grounded. It is relatable and relevant to its child audience. But it's evoked, mirrored and reinforced by every single plot thread.

The Big Bad is the cast's grandparent, an abusive fuck worse than the current parent generation. Luke is a product of child neglect. The entire cast of villains are demikids and minor deities done dirty by the gods; either way they are there because the Olympians don't care about these little people until they are useful.

Annabeth has a shitty dad. Thalia had a shitty mom. Rachel has a shitty dad. So does Nico. So does Clarice. So does Charon! Percy, the hero, the savior, is the only character with an explicitly healthy, present parent relationship (Sally.)

The world of the story is fundamentally broken by child neglect. That neglect created every villain and every trouble Percy faces. And the world is saved by parents supporting their children; it is saved because Poseidon listened to Percy and Hades listened to Nico.

Even Luke! Though he wasnt Annabeth's dad, he was an older brother, a caretaker, and again the world is saved because he listens to her. Another reason why the romantic subplot is horseshit that should die in a fire. Ahem.

That sort of thematic cohesion is what makes the story hit so damn hard. It's a conflict between an abusive grandparent taking advantage of his grandchildren's strained relationship to their parents. It is resolved when the child gets to tell the Big Powerful Parents, to their faces, fucking do better, and they actually listen.

HoO just didn't have that. It didn't have a Luke; the villain created by the main conflict; and Luke is the lynchpin of that whole thematic cohesion. It doesn't work without a Luke. Or at least it doesn't go half as hard!

[angel-of-depravity]

Expanding upon this post-

brace your grundles on this one it's long. way long. it got away from me.

Maybe at first, little sister had been planning to go out somewhere. But something about the way she was about to pin the dishes on her brother (again) to do it just broke a last straw for him.

He immediately gets up from his desk where he'd been playing something- who knows what- and drags her by the arm back into his bedroom from where she'd popped in before slamming and locking the door.

"Nope, not this time you fucking brat," he says it through gritted teeth as she looks up at him. And then she has the audacity to laugh at him.

"Oh yeah, pussy? Whatcha gonna do about it, huh? Besides, you always take up where I end up slacking because you loooove me~"

There's the sound of skin cracking against skin, a heavy silence before anything else is said.

"You're right, I do," he concedes, but his voice is laced with this faux saccharine tone to it that turns his little sister's stomach. "But that's not gonna be how I show it today."

He flips her around, pinning her arm to her back and then slipping his hunting knife from his belt to press to her neck. Lucky him, he's got a big closet- big enough to keep someone tied and gagged.

He guides her over, managing to restrain her with what he has. One of his hoodies makes for a strangely effective straightjacket when he ties the sleeves just right, and then binds her ankles with some long forgotten extension cord. And then, of course he would've needed to gag her- can't have mom and dad come running when she hears them get home and starts screaming.

... yeah, if she's gonna be restrained he's still doing the dishes in a little while, but it's about the point of the matter.

He'll worry about those later. He's got more pressing shit going on right now.

His little sister whimpers and whines, trying to scoot away from him fruitlessly. But, he keeps her either pinned or drags her back far too easily. His sister's a bit of a bigger gal, but that's definitely not something impeding him throwing her around like a doll.

Her eyes plead with him. He doesn't listen.

"You shouldn't even be going out with those fuckin' whores anyway," he starts as he drags her across the floor to prop her against the back corner of his closet. "They've done nothing but get you into some kinda trouble I need to bail you out of- not to mention the pieces of shit guys they hang around. Do you even know how close you've gotten to one of them trying something with you?"

The tone of concern in his voice is jarring to her- of course it is, why wouldn't it be? He's talking about having bailed her out of danger and how the people she hangs out with are magnets for it, but here he was being her captor and being the one to bind and gag her to be tucked away in his closet.

Nonetheless, her eyes wet with tears, she tilts her head and just nods. She's not even really sure which part she's nodding at, but maybe whatever conclusion her brother draws will be satisfactory enough for him to let her go.

... and then, she realized a small issue with being like this. Her penchant for liking being bound and gagged was very much biting her in the ass right now, despite the situation.

"You should just stay here with me," her brother went on, straightening her legs by force and straddling her as one hand kept her still. The other would expose the soft skin of her belly to him, hooking the fabric into the fingers of his first hand to best make use of it. "I can't exactly keep them off you if I'm not with you. Besides, you friends always bitch and moan about how they don't like me when they don't even speak to me. And I know how you act so much of the time, but I do think it's a little hint of how sweet you can be when you defend me to them. I know. I've heard it. None of you are actually quiet."

He huffs out a rather hollow laughter.

"Maybe I should just keep you in here for a little while. Convince mom and dad you went on some kinda bender. Could you imagine them ever letting you go out without supervision again? They'd pin that on me like anything else to do with you, but I guess that's just what I'm counting on." He slightly cocks his head, eyes meandering down his little sister's body to the exposed skin of her tender belly. "Meanwhile... I should do something that'll ward off those assholes."

The knife hurt less than she thought it would. He was always very... particular about how he kept his knives. Struck her as odd sometimes, but then she recalled something about duller knives hurting more because of how you needed to apply more pressure. Something like that. Perhaps small blessings... for whatever it was worth in this scenario.

He proceeded to carve his initials into her, keeping his working hand steady unless he wanted to slip. Occasionally, he'd hiss for his sister to stay still, not wanting to accidentally cut deeper and harder than he meant to.

... however, the unfortunate combination of her kinks already biting her in the ass and now a newly awakened one made it a little hard for her to sit still. She was kicking herself. This was her older brother who had very clearly gone off the fucking deep end! In what reality would she really be turned on by this?!

The answer is this one, unfortunately.

After having picked the sensitive skin of her hip, he paused a moment to look at his work. Idly, he let his tongue run over the blade, tasting the coppery residue on it as he thought something over.

He let his head tilt to the side. He wasn't done yet.

The knife met his sister's flesh again, this time to encase his initials in a shape she couldn't pick out at first-

A heart. He was putting them in a heart like one of those cheesy tattoos.

If it wasn't for the fact he had, by now, moved the hand holding her to wrap around her neck to threaten to strangle her, she may have considered bucking and resisting.

Just one hadn't been enough, though. And while more marks on her torso would've been nice, he decided against it... for now. Maybe another day.

He scoots back just a bit- enough to get to her upper legs but not enough to compromise his grip on her throat. He sets his knife aside for a moment, using his now freed up hand to yank her shorts down her legs.

Picking up the knife again, he starts more work on the soft flesh of her thighs. He decided to carve more hearts into her skin, various sizes of them on either side. Mostly, it's on her outer thighs, but he'll tease the blade against her inner thighs now and then just to see.

And that? That would really be his little sister's undoing.

She'd desperately been trying not to make a sound. She'd managed to get by on hisses and whimpers that could be construed as pain or fear, but then as he's running that blade along her inner thighs and dangerously close to her panties? She can't help but squeeze her thighs together, a mewl muffled behind the gag she has in her mouth.

Which definitely catches his attention, she knows it in the pause he takes and the way he looks at her.

"Really?" He raises an eyebrow. "I've got a knife carving into you, you're bound and gagged in my closet, and you're turned on?"

She can't stop the way she flushes and looks away from him. The slightest whine of flimsy denial leaves her about it.

And he laughs.

"Shit, here I thought you were just probably a little kinky," he remarked, that laughter still lacing his voice. "But this gets you going? Fuckin' pervert."

The pitiful attempt at her telling him to fuck off is only met with another chuckle, that is before he sets his knife aside.

"You know why I gotta do this to you, right?" He leans in, his voice low as though whispering her some secret like when they were younger. "Because those pieces of shit that hang out with your friends would never know what to do with you. They don't deserve to know you like I do. They could never put up with you, you know. They're fucking weak and pathetic little assholes. And they'd have never made you happy, would they?"

There was a spark of something in his face as he talked. She knew her older brother could be weirdly possessive, but it was never anything beyond the protective schtick. Not until now. How long had this been bubbling under the surface?

"They don't know the little things that get you to shut your fucking mouth. They don't know how much effort goes into you. They know nothing about you. But I sure do." He let his finger jab into her chest, though it was... strangely gentle for what it was. "And if you're really getting soaked about what I'm doing to you? Just proves I know you better than even I thought I did, huh? Why go try and get any of them when all you ever really need is something I can give you?"

Oh fuck. Oh no. No no no-

He let his hand wander down her body, shifting his legs to only be straddling one of hers and one of his own keeping hers apart.

The touches started off slow and soft, testing the waters. An involuntary whine left her at the contact, tears welling up in her eyes. She struggled vainly to close her legs- to get him to stop, to pull away from him, something to end this-

But she couldn't deny it. He was good at what he was doing- maybe she shouldn't be so surprised. He'd had a reputation that she, though involuntarily, knew about from gossip among her friends from girls he'd been with. That didn't mean she wanted to know first hand, though.

He seemed to relish in it. His fingers played her like an instrument over her panties for a good minute, but then he slid the fabric aside. He kept rubbing her clit with his thumb as his fingers slid into her, exploring her at a leisurely pace. It only pulled more reluctant, pathetic noises from her as he became more and more acquainted with her body.

Her hips involuntarily bucked into his hand, partly from her struggle and partly from her own body's betrayal. It wasn't long before she tightened on his fingers, squeals from her climax muffled behind the fabric her brother had used to gag her mouth.

When the wave finished passing, she couldn't stop herself from a little whine as she went slack in the little corner he'd tucked her into.

"Really?" There was a teasing callousness to his voice. "That all you need to calm the fuck down? Good. I can deliver on that."

Finally he took his hand from between her legs. His hand that had been at her throat went to grip her jaw- the way he gripped her was so... oddly tender.

"Now here's what's gonna happen, brat. I'll bullshit mom and dad about where you are for a few days, and you're gonna be a good girl for once in your life and stay here. Do that for me, and I'll take you wherever you want. No more of your fuckin' friends and the lowlifes that they wanna surround themselves with. I'll even foot the bill for that dress I know you've been wanting if you're good enough. Deal?"

There was no fucking way in hell-

And yet, she just found herself nodding in a daze at his instruction.

"Good girl. You know I love you right?"

Another little nod.

He kissed her forehead, then made sure to tuck her into a more comfortable position after pulling her shorts back into place. It still surprised her that he could be so brutal and then not even a few minutes later be so... tender? Caring? Was it a game to him?

"I'll bring you a snack and some water in a little bit. Just gotta make some... arrangements first."

[sodascribbles]

YEAR OF THE ECHIDNA - LOVE

@year-of-the-echidna

characters: maddie, tails, knuckles, sonic, tom; antagonist oc (The Handler) doesn't appear but is important

relationships: the wachowski family

contains: dehumanisation, Knuckles has Trauma (what else is new)

read on ao3 here!

Maddie sorts through the letters. "Junk mail, junk mail, that's for Tom," she hums, "oh, that's new."

There's no address on the envelope. Which means somebody put it in the mailbox. She scrunches her face accordingly, carefully pulling it open.

Hm. It's... well, there's writing on it, alright. Maddie just can't read a word of it. It looks familiar, though— maybe from one of her boys.

"Tails, you have a translator, right?" Maddie asks, pauses, corrects herself; "Let's start here. Do you know what this is?"

"Oh, wow." Tails leans forward, openly fascinated, but his eyes don't track the words. "It looks like Mobian... who's writing to us in Mobian?

"I, um, can't read it, but I have a translator." He pulls out a little yellow camera thing, scanning the letter with it. "Doesn't look like it says who it's from. Huh... the echidna..."

He reads it hurriedly, expression twisting. "You're not gonna like this."

"Hit me."

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wachowski," Tails reads, frowning, "It has come to my attention that you are in possession of something very important and very dear to me. I speak, of course, about the echidna."

"In possession?" Maddie echoes, already nauseated by the words.

"It gets worse," Tails warns. "Red has been a crucial part of my operation, and I would be very appreciative if you would return him to me. I will compensate you for your troubles, of course; I have one million Earth dollars set aside for you."

Maddie hisses out a breath. "Jesus," she whispers. "That's a lot."

Tails looks at her— his gaze finds something behind her, ears flattening. She turns to follow and finds Knuckles standing there.

His purple eyes are piercing. "I apologize for listening," he starts. His voice is flat, eyes hollow. "Will I be allowed to say goodbye?"

Maddie feels like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing and opening again. "What?" she finally manages.

"To the Lord of Donuts. And the hedgehog... and Ozzie," he trails, finally breaking eye contact to glance away. "When you return me."

"What?" Maddie repeats, her throat going tight. "No, baby, no!" She sees a misunderstanding coming a mile away and hurriedly adds, "We're not going to 'return' you."

"Return you?" Tails echoes, paws folding together, "Do you know who this is from?"

Knuckles looks over the letter with eyes that really don't see anything. "I assume it is the Handler," he says. Tails sucks in a breath. "I know of no others who would call me that."

"Baby," Maddie interjects, because she is not done, "baby, we are never going to get rid of you or replace you or 'return' you. Okay?"

He still looks so devastatingly doubtful. He doesn't look at her, eyes still following the words.

"Knuckles," Maddie breathes, "never. Never. Not in a million years."

"It is... a lot. Of Earth money."

"You are worth more than money ever could be."

Tails zips over the back of the couch with a speed to rival Sonic's, arms suddenly thrown around his brother. "Mom's right. Never!" He gives Knuckles a (rather ineffective) squeeze. He steps back enough to look the echidna in the eye. "Never ever. Sonic and Dad will say the same thing."

"What will we say?" Before Tom even has gotten through the door, Sonic is standing there. He talks through a full mouth, crumbs on his face.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Tom chides, setting bags on the table. He gives Maddie a little look, brows furrowing.

"We got a letter," Maddie starts, stops, thinks for a moment. "There's somebody who wants Knuckles." She holds up the terrible paper.

Sonic swallows too fast and chokes. When he recovers, shaking out his quills, he says; "Well, they'll have to go through me!"

"Us," Tom corrects, trying to read the foreign text, "they'll have to go through us."

"She has offered a reward," Knuckles murmurs, stepping out of what had become a circle around him. He folds his arms and very obviously tries to look unaffected. "A hefty amount."

"Hefty shmefty," Sonic shoots back, folding his own arms.

"There's no reward that could make us get rid of you, Knux," Tom assures.

Knuckles screws up his face and takes in a thin breath. He looks... conflicted. Maddie's heart breaks once more.

"Baby," she says, reaching out to take one of his hands, "remember what I told you in the clinic?"

He squeezes his eyes shut. "I am a... part of your tribe. Your family."

"Family is worth more than any money." Tails mimics the boys' postures and crosses his arms, face fierce. "If someone offered you a million dollars for me—"

"Never!" Knuckles cries, eyes wet. His shoulders heave with the force of his breaths. He steps back, rigid. "Least of all to— to the Handler!" His arms pull tighter to his chest, gripping at his sides. Literally holding himself together.

Tom and Maddie share a split-second glance. Sonic's eyes go wide, hands hovering. "Knuckles—"

"Don't," Knuckles growls, knitting inward. "Don't touch me. Please."

"Okay," Maddie says, voice soft. "Nobody's gonna touch you, baby. You're safe here. We will do everything in our power to keep you safe."

"And us Wachowskis are pretty powerful," Tom adds lightly.

"I know," the echidna manages, "I know. I— I'm sorry." He glances up with wild, scared eyes. "I don't want to go back."

"You won't," Sonic says firmly, almost reaching out but thinking better of it. "You hear me? Never. Nobody's gonna lay their grubby hands on my brother."

"Yeah!" Tails casts a look over his shoulder in the direction of the garage, eyes alight with ideas. "Nobody's gonna get anywhere near you if we've got anything to say about it!" He pauses. "Maybe that was confusing."

"I got the idea," Knuckles manages, shoulders slumping. "I... apologize."

"You have nothing to apologize for. Not one thing," Tom tells him, voice soft but eyes fierce.

Knuckles' face twists. He starts, stops, starts again. His hands shift, clutching at himself.

Hugging himself, Maddie realizes. He asked them not to touch him and so she doesn't, but she wants to. She wants to hold him. She takes a little breath.

"I would like..." His eyes seal again, hissing. Like he's expecting to be hit. "A hug."

It ends up as a pile of Wachowskis, arms around each other. The best family around. Maddie kisses her boys and vows to not let anything pull them apart.

[pedal-writes]

Homesick (2)

A/N: This one is a bit longer despite it honestly being filler but yk I gotta keep the grind up guys 🙏 oh yeah, don't mind the obligatory fanfic bestie, she isn't gonna have that big a role after this don't worry guys, big peepaw robot will only be on the mind soon lolz

Oh yeah and I added some dialogue from the book in here bc it's easier to translate that then movie dialogue so I'm gonna switch between the both of those, just an FYI!

It’s been about a week or so since you arrived in L.A.. Like Sam boasted about, he managed to get a car, a yellow camero to be exact. It was amusing how much he rubbed it in your face as if you didn’t get a car when you were literally his age. But you weren’t that bothered by his sudden load of cockiness and was just happy he managed to get some independence for himself. 

Today, Felicity wanted to meet up with you  and catch up over some dinner and maybe a shopping spree at the mall. She had been talking about it all week but couldn’t see you until now since she hasn’t found a good time to take off from work. You went through your suitcase and found a few cute clothing items that screamed casual but also girls night (more like day) out. As you picked up your purse and made sure all of your essentials were inside, you made your way out of your bedroom and down the stairs. A small chuckle left your lips when you heard your parents muffled voices bickering outside. They were working on the yard for the past few hours and your mom would constantly harp on what your dad did wrong. It was a little funny honestly. 

Suddenly, you felt someone walk past you and a muffled sorry escaped their lips. You glanced over in confusion and saw Sam go into the garage. You snorted and decided to follow him, out of pure curiosity. As you walk into the garage and lean on the door frame, Sam scrambled to find his keys. “Hey Sam, what’s goin’ on?”

Sam glances over, his demeanor dropping a bit in annoyance. “I’m uh, going to this lake party. Miles is gonna come with me so y’know…”

“Wait, you got invited to an actual party?” You responded with a twinge of surprise in your voice. “No offense.”

“I mean not… officially. It’s a public place, anyone can go to the lake.” Sam said, making his way past you and towards one of the back doors. “And why are you so done up? You don’t usually wear clothes that nice.”

“Wh— Okay I’m going to ignore that you just said that. Anyways, Felicity is gonna pick me up in a few because she wanted to catch up since we haven’t seen each other in like forever.” You say as you adjust the purse hanging on your shoulder. As the name ‘Felicity’ leaves your mouth, Sam groans over dramatically and turns towards you. “You’re seriously still friends with that girl?”

“Duh! She’s my best friend Sam.” 

“Yeah, more like she’s the best at being annoying. She would literally come here every single day after school and you two would talk about whatever girl problems you two had and by the way, I heard everything. The walls are very thin in this house.” Sam opened up the door and began to walk out. “I have no idea how mom and dad even tolerated it because I didn’t! You guys didn’t even listen to me when I complained.” He rants irritably, making his way towards the driveway.

“But she had a troubled home life! I was the only one there for her. And she hasn’t spent the night here since I was in high-school. That was, what, five years ago?” You explained as you followed close behind him. Both of you managed to step onto your father’s, Ron’s, lawn. “You two, I do not like footprints on my grass. Please step onto the very nice path I ever so carefully laid down.” 

“Oh, sorry dad.” You mumbled and retraced your steps. You could practically hear Sam’s eye role as he begrudgingly did the same. “Mom, seriously, could you stop putting jewelry on Mojo? He’s got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua without you pimping him every day.”

Judy frowned at her son. “You know I don’t like for you to use that term,” She scolded. 

“Maybe you should put him back in the dryer, hon.” Ron said playfully. 

You glanced towards your mother with a confused expression. “Wait, that’s how Mojo broke his leg? Mom, you told me he jumped off the counter and fell weird.”

“I– I was ashamed, it’s embarrassing. And It was an accident, Ron! I didn’t know he fell asleep in the laundry basket. You know how hard he is to see sometimes.” Judy reached down and picked up the small dog, cuddling him close to her chest despite Mojo’s frantic means to escape her grasp.  “How’s your little leggy-weggy, huh, tough guy?” She cooed.

Hearing a small buzz come from your phone, you grab it from your pocket and see a message from Felicity. 

‘I’m here nerd :P GET UR ASS OUT HERE!!’ 

“Oh uh, Felicity’s here. I’ll see you guys later. And have fun at your lake party, SAM.” You walk back into the house and hear a cut off ‘shut up’ as you close the door behind you. From the windows at the front of the house, you see that familiar white convertible parked in front of the house and excitedly open the front door, locking it behind you. 

“Hey you! Long time no see.” Felicity said, resting her sunglasses on top of her head. You walk towards the car and open the door to sit inside. “Yeah, it’s certainly been awhile.” You lean over and give Felicity a hug, cringing slightly at the amount of perfume she’s wearing. 

“So how are you? How’s your job?” Pulling away, she starts the car and drives down the neighborhood’s street. “I’m doing alright. I uh… quit my job. Some stuff happened with another coworker and I just couldn’t work there anymore.” You hesitantly answered, fidgeting with the strap of your purse. 

“Oh snap. Was it like a creepy coworker thing or…” 

“No no, nothing like that. Well I guess… kinda. It’s complicated. I had no idea what this guy’s problem with me was but he wouldn’t leave me alone! Always harassed me before, during, and after work. I tried to report him to H.R. but since he was positions above me, they just gave him a slap on the wrist.” You paused for a few moments and felt your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. “So one morning, I was so pent up I… hit him. Like punched him, really hard. I’m pretty sure I broke his nose and screwed up my hand really badly. It was a stupid thing, really…” 

Felicity stayed quiet for a few seconds before a smile creeped onto her face. “That is so badass.”

You looked at her dumbfounded. “It was not badass!” 

“It so was! You were like ‘you want a piece of me?! Bam!’ and then the creep went down. I bet he never bothered you again after that, huh?” She quipped, that same dumb smile resting on her face. 

“No, he didn’t. But it cost me my job! It’s just really unprofessional.”

“But didn’t you quit it?”

You sighed. “I quit out of embarrassment, before they would inevitably fire me.”

“Oh. Well, since you’re so smart, I’m confident you’ll find another one. Maybe one without a weirdo guy.” 

“Yeah, I hope so.” You rested your elbow against the hard material on the door and laid your head against your cheek, staring at the passing buildings and people with a mopey expression. You really were disappointed you lost a job that both perfectly matched your interests and paid highly. Maybe after being in L.A. for a few weeks will raise your spirits enough to start job hunting again, and get out of this weird depressive funk that’s been preventing you from doing so. 

Felicity noticed your change in attitude and cleared her throat, changing the subject. “So I’ve been following this one news blog and apparently there are some high tensions between the U.S. and some other countries for some reason. I really hope a war doesn’t start because that would be, like, really bad.” She says, glancing between you and the road ahead of her. 

“Oh yeah,” You sit up again and look at her. “I’ve seen stuff like that on the news. If a war does start, they would start drafting people right?”

Slowly the restaurant came into view and Felicity pulled the car into the parking lot. “Pretty sure, but only boys though. Woohoo for us I guess… Speaking of boys, how’s Sam doing?” 

“He’s doing fine. He got a car recently, It’s kind of a piece of junk though. And he also still hates you.” 

Felicity laughed as she pulled into an empty parking space. “Yeah I figured. Should I apologize to him? Since I kind of invaded your personal life for a good while.” She turned off the car and stepped out, grabbing her purse. You think about it and eventually nod, also exiting the vehicle. ”He’s annoying for sure but I’m gonna say yes. I care about the both of you and I don’t want any bad tension between you two, as funny as it is.” 

“I’ll remember that. Oh, and when we get in here, only one alcoholic beverage. Cause I am not dragging your drunk ass out of here like last time.” She playfully bumped her shoulder into yours and opened the front door for you. 

“What that– It was my 21st birthday! That’s not fair. I even said I wouldn’t do something like that again.” You argued.

“Riiight, okay. Just get in here.” You rolled your eyes and mumbled a ‘whatever’, to which Felicity chuckled. 

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It was already night time when you and Felicity were done shopping at the mall. She was a bit of a bad influence considering how overboard you went with the shopping, with her excuse being ‘you’ll probably rarely get chances to visit Cali again so make it worth your while!’ But despite the amount of money you spent, you deemed it worth it considering you found the cutest pair of Uggs. As the two of you walked down the sidewalk, You let out a small sigh as you realized how far away Felicity had actually parked. It was a Saturday night so of course the mall was packed, so it made sense for her to park a block or two away. 

What you both didn’t know was that there was a looming police car in the distance behind you, slowly creeping. 

“Remember that one time in sophomore year when you liked that one jock-y kind of guy and during valentines day, you went up to give him a valentine and literally fell on your face?” You laughed, adjusting the bags in your hands so they wouldn’t be as uncomfortable in your hands.

“Oh my god, that was so embarrassing! It gives me second-hand embarrassment just thinking about it.” Felicity shivered.

“Hey, at least he asked if you were ok, even if he rejected you afterwards…”

“Ugh, can we talk about something else? Please?”

Soon, Felicity’s car came into view and you both crossed the street with urgency. As you put your bags in the backseat and got into the car, your brows furrowed at the police car parked beside the sidewalk you and Felicity were just walking. “Uh, Was that Cop car always there?” You pointed out to your friend. 

“Mm, yeah no. I’m pretty sure he just drove up. He’s probably keeping a look out for thieves or junkies or something.” She replied, starting the car and beginning to pull out of the parking space. “Unless, you’re the thief.” 

You playfully scoffed. “I wouldn’t steal anything!”

“I’m just joshing with you.” Felicity patted your back and drove down the dark street. A few minutes would pass before you would see that same cop car following behind you two from that same far distance as before. You brushed it off, he was probably just driving to get something to eat or go back to the station. But as Felicity turned the car a few more times and the car still didn’t change its direction, you started to get a little anxious. 

“Felicity, that cop car is legitimately following us now.” You mumble, staring into the rear view mirrors with a small pit in your stomach. 

“What? Should I pull over?” She replied in a worried manner. 

“I don’t think so… He would turn his lights on or–or yell at us to pull over by now.” 

Felicity decided to take a different way to your house and went down a darkened street with almost no streets nor people, to try and maybe lose him. The two of you still kept your eyes on the rear view lights before the car suddenly stopped. It sat there for a few seconds before making a U-turn and going back the way it entered, almost like it was being called by something. You both sighed in relief, “Thank god…” You muttered. 

“That was really weird… Do you think he was gonna kidnap us or something?” Felicity looked at you with wide eyes.

The thought irked you a bit and you shook your head. “I don’t want to think about it, I just want to go home.”

Felicity nodded understandably and went back onto the regular route to your house. The ride wasn’t that long and as the car drove down your neighborhood’s street, the familiar shape of your family's home came into view. “Thank you for coming to hang out with me, I really missed you. And I’m sorry it ended weird with the whole cop thing…” Felicity said with a small frown on her face. 

You huffed, leaning in and giving her a hug. “It’s okay. At least he left us alone and I got to spend some time with you.” You pulled away and smiled, to which she returned. You reached in the back and grabbed your bags, stepping out and closing the car door with your hip. 

“I’ll call you tomorrow, please get home safe Fel.” 

“Will do, tell your parents I said hi!” With that, Felicity started her car again and drove down the street. You watched her drive away for a few seconds before going into your house. When you opened your door, it was dark and you were pretty sure your parents were asleep. You walked up the stairs and you heard Sam’s muffled talking coming  from his room. Something about how leaving someone behind at the lake wasn’t that big a deal and to ‘get over it.’ 

You snorted and headed towards your room, setting your bags down and closing the door. It was a bit late but you could probably still squeeze a shower in, considering you felt a bit sweaty from walking outside all that time. You took off your shoes and grabbed your towel off of the door, walking back into the hallway and into the bathroom. You didn’t want the shower to be too long considering how late it is so you moved with a sense of urgency, getting out after about 20 minutes. 

After getting into some jammies and aggressively drying your hair with your towel, you flop into bed and sort of reminisce about the past day. While you were really happy you got to see your best friend again, you felt a bit irked out by that cop car following you and Felicity. There really was no rational explanation to justify why that car was following you so it was probably either a creepy guy who stole a police car, or worse, a creepy cop. The thought creeped you out and you sat up, yawning and rubbing your eyes tiredly. Your eyes dart over to under your door and you see a little bit of light that was coming from Sam’s room. That gave you an idea. You grabbed a blanket and a pillow and made your way out of your room. You stopped at Sam’s door and knocked. The sound of approaching footsteps were heard and the door opened, Sam standing there with a neutral expression. “What’s up?” 

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” You hesitantly asked, honestly feeling a little childish. 

Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re a grown woman, with your own room, and I need my privacy. So if you don't mind—” As he closed the door, you gently stopped it with your hand and gave him a saddened look. “Please Sam, I don’t think I want to be alone right now.” 

His eyes widened slightly and he sighed, opening the door fully and letting you enter. You found an empty spot on the carpeted floor and threw your pillow down, sitting down beside it. “So… Did something bad happen today?” Sam asked, walking over and sitting on his bed. 

“No—well, yeah I guess. Felicity and I were on our way over here and this cop car was just slowly driving after us. I didn’t think much of it at first until Felicity turned a few times and that car was still behind us. We were panicking and I thought ‘oh my god i’m going to die’ before the creep stopped and turned around. It wasn’t fun, like at all.” As you talked, you laid your head down against your pillow and pulled your blanket over you, looking over at your brother. 

“Oh damn, I’m sorry. That sounds freaky.” Sam said with a frown. 

“Yeah it certainly was. I’m just glad we managed to get out of there without getting hurt or worse… Anyways, I’m gonna change the subject now. How was the lake party?” 

Sam grinned at the question. “You won’t believe it when I tell you, cause it’s that unbelievable.” 

“Spill.” 

“Mikaela Banes actually got into my car and I drove her home, in my car!” 

You sat up with a bewildered expression. “Bullshit!” 

“I’m serious!” 

The two of you talked and laughed for a little while after that and soon drifted off to sleep, you forgetting about the mildly upsetting events that transpired today. A few hours had passed of peaceful slumber until you heard a car revving and Sam running out his door in a hurry. You were still a bit dazed and your tired mind registered it as nothing, so you quickly fell back to sleep.

[teyamsgrl]

Hi guurl, how you doing? good?

SO .. as a girl who obsessed with Neteyam ! I need to request you this ><

How about reader gives birth to twins! tow boys!

they became 14 YO .. they are famous in the clan because no one gives birth to twins before and they are always in troubles and the clan used to it lol

love your writing btw 💋🫂💋🫂..

hiiiiii i'm doing well, and thank you for the request! i love dad!neteyam and i think this is such a cute idea, i'm so excited to write it! and thank you i'm so glad you enjoy my fics! 🥰

i've restructured the storyline of atwow happenings for this - when lo'ak, spider, kiri and tuk encounter recom at the old shack, i'm making it that they never leave for awa'atlu, but rather spider just gets kidnapped. it'll make sense in the fic!!

p.s: so sorry for taking forever to complete this i feel terrible 😭 life def got in the way of everything including my writing which is so unfortunate BUT IM COMING BACK I SWEAR

troublemakers ✧ neteyam

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, mom!reader, agedup!neteyam, dad!neteyam, mention of pregnant!kiri, mention of children/parenting, mention of spider being taken by recom - muntxatan: male spouse/mate

as you sit on the floor of your hut weaving a basket for kiri as a pregnancy gift, you look up as you hear someone else enter your space. "hey, love" neteyam says, squatting down in front of you and examining your handiwork. "looks great, she will love it" you smile up at him and reach for his hands, dropping the basket from your grasp. "thank you, i really hope so.. she made me such a beautiful one while i was pregnant with the boys" your eyes glance over to said basket that rests atop the table across the hut, "speaking of, have you seen them?" you ask your husband.

"not for a while, i saw them while i was visiting my mom then they headed out towards... fuck i know exactly where they were going!" neteyam shoots up from his squatting position in front of you, holding a hand out to help you up. "old shack?" you question, grabbing a hold of his hand and heading towards the entrance of your hut. "definitely... they're gonna hear it from me" you two start to walk deeper into the forest, following the familiar trail towards the old shack. "ma'teyam... don't give them too much trouble, don't you remember when we used to sneak out here too?" a purple hue fills neteyam's cheeks as he recalls your younger times, squeezing your hand tightly as if to agree with you without words.

as you approach the shack, you instantly recognize the sounds of your sons; them arguing with each other was often a common occurrence. "stop being such an asshole! give me it!" mar'ue scolds his brother, chasing him around the old shack. "no! you'll have to catch me first!" kal'el taunts back, climbing on top of the shack. once they come into your view, you and neteyam squat behind some of the large foliage surrounding the area. you start to giggle as you watch them, a giggle also escaping at the protective look in your husband's eyes. he was quite the emulation of his father, always wanting his family to be safe and therefore expecting them to listen to instruction. your boys were quite the opposite of neteyam in this sense, they loved to mess around and constantly looked for trouble.

once mar'ue jumped on top of the shack as well, the boys instantly started to wrestle each other for whatever item kal'el was holding captive. they were hissing and growling at one another, lanky bodies rolling around atop the dilapidated shack. you watch as they get dangerously close to the edge of the shack, neteyam lunging forward to make himself known. "what brings you two out here? huh?" he questions, crossing his arms across his chest. you bite back a smile as you emerge from the plants as well, watching your boys freeze in surprise at the sudden presence of their dad. "w-well-" "it was his idea!" kal'el blurts, pointing to his brother. if looks could kill, your son would've been done for. "are you fucking serious-" "hey! watch your mouth" neteyam scolds, gesturing for them to come down. you smile at them as they head towards you both, leaning to hug neteyam's arm.

"what have i said about this place?" neteyam stares them down as they shift around under his gaze. "not to come out here..." they mumble in unison. "exactly. i wasn't allowed out here, and neither are you two. you have no idea how dangerous this place can be!" you rub neteyam's arm, trying to encourage him to calm down on the boys a bit. you knew what happened with spider back then still affected him, even though his adoptive brother has been home for a long time now. "you boys have to understand why your dad is so against you both being out here..." you squeeze neteyam's arm before continuing, "you know how uncle spider was away from home for a bit when your dad was younger?" you watch as your sons nod, curious as to what you'll say. the incident was hardly ever talked about as it was hard for everyone, especially spider. "well, it happened here. the sky people took your uncle spider right here, and kept him from home for a long time. not only is this a sensitive place for your dad, but it is risky to be out here. sky people are still coming to pandora and there is always a risk, especially in places they've visited before. i know it's fun to come out here and it feels exciting to go behind your dad's back, but this can be a scary place..." you trail off as the boys' faces fill with guilt, eyes locking on their dad.

neteyam lets out a heavy sigh after your words, moving to wrap his arm tightly around your waist. "i'm sorry, dad.." mar'ue says, looking for his brother to repeat the words. "me too, we didn't know, it won't happen again..." kal'el steps closer, coming to hug his dad on his free side. neteyam pulls him in tight, "it's okay, son. you were right, you didn't know" he rubs kal'el's shoulder before pulling mar'ue in too. you smile and make it a group hug, happy that the boys understand. "now go on, there's still hours until dinner, have some fun elsewhere" neteyam sends them on their way, chuckling as they run off towards the nearby pond. neteyam then wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against his front. "you're so amazing.." he whispers, lips ghosting over yours. "i could say the same to you, muntxatan.. our boys truly look up to you" you press a kiss to his lips, pouring every ounce of love into it. he hums into it, hands trailing up and down your back.

"thank you for explaining it to them.. it wasn't fair for me to get so mad at them without explaining why" he whispers, one hand coming to push a braid behind your ear. "it's okay, it's not an easy topic for you or anyone in your family for that matter, it isn't just something you can effortlessly talk about" you whisper back, leaning into his hand. he nods at your words, pulling your head close so he can press his lips to your forehead.

you two head back to the village holding hands, delightfully in love just as you were years ago.

[beneathsilverstars]

DO YOU HAVE ANY. headcanons about!! families?? outside of the party??

if not, relationships with food / cooking :]

Mira's family dynamics I talked about recently! Only child, lots of pressure to be her parents' perfect coddled baby, they loved her but couldn't love her bc they never gave her space to be herself. Let's say she has a mom and a dad, both trans. I think her parents struggled with infertility and had a previous late-term miscarriage — lots of time to desperately plan out their perfect family, and not much hope of a second child on whom to pin any of those dreams. They're so sad that she's not really in contact with them anymore, but they don't push it because they know they did something wrong, even if they don't quite get what they should've done instead.

Mira tried her best to go along with their plans and act properly as a child, but withdrew more and more as a teenager, then left at age 16. She didn't run away, and technically her parents gave their blessing, but they had a huge fight about it which had never really happened before. Sometimes Mira considers reaching out, but she feels too guilty about making her dad cry like that, and then upset that she feels guilty, etc. Easier to stay strangers.

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Isabeau we know has a huge family! I think he has three older siblings and two younger (which means he has no older child responsibility, but also no younger child attention). Let's make them up real quick! But only with initials, I can't pull out names that fast.

31 - F - rebellious, angrily resists getting parentified 30 - J - overly kind, helps raise the younger kids, stressed 27 - M - neat freak, lots of hobbies/activities 24 - Isa - quiet, allergic to bothering anyone 23 - D - very sensitive both emotionally and sensorily 21 - L - fussy baby to loud and rambunctious child

The combination of D and L was very difficult! L knocks over D's tower, D starts wailing, L starts screaming, D cries so hard they throw up, etc. Also L's favorite activity from age 2-4 was escaping the house and exploring by herself! And that's why she was the last kid.

Let's say, two moms. Decent people, and good parents for the older couple kids at first, they love kids and looove babies! But they're a bit impulsive, and very stubborn, and really started to struggle with the last two kids. They still did a pretty good job with the most urgent issues, but they just didn't have time or energy for anything that wasn't an urgent issue.

Isabeau's parents often praised him for being so easy — you never cause trouble, you take care of yourself, you're so responsible! So he never went to them when he did maybe need help. Got good at teaching himself skills and repressing difficult emotions and not taking up space. Didn't protest chores, or other people not doing their chores. Didn't invite friends over. Didn't complain. Oh, Isabeau, so self-sufficient you hardly know he's there!

He got really good at reading a room! He's seen many a tantrum and argument, and quietly learned which resolution methods worked better or worse and even usually reasoned out why. He just... never did anything with that knowledge, because stepping in to mediate involves stepping in and becoming part of that conflict. Scary! And it's not like any of his siblings would listen to him, anyway, they barely remember he exists.

For the first half of his childhood, one of his mom's siblings lived with them too, along with their two kids. The cousins were nice enough, but 2 and 5 years older than F, and kinda fed up with all the young children pestering them. Though, out of everyone Isa was the favorite of the younger of the two, because he wasn't annoying and made a useful sounding board for her schoolwork. Isa got to learn about advanced topics and sometimes receive cool trinkets! Still not a super strong relationship, but he was devastated when she reached adulthood and moved out.

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We know Odile's mom left when she was very young, I'm gonna say 1.5 years. She got past the baby period and went fuck, it's not getting easier? It's just getting different kinds of difficult? It's going to be difficult for the next 16.5 years??? And skedaddled. Odile's dad had also been ready for things to settle back into normalcy now that the baby was sleeping through the night and eating normal food, and was absolutely blindsided by his partner leaving. He got extremely depressed and relied a lot on community support to help care for Odile for the next little while.

Once Odile was walking and talking like a person, he was able to pull himself together and be there for her, and loved her so ferociously. But sometimes her laugh or something would remind him too much of her mom and he would kinda check out for the rest of the day. He hated thinking about his ex and then he'd start to hate her and then get so, so sad. Maybe even hate Odile for a moment and get even sadder. Why can't he just be content? Odile's the only light in his life, she's what makes everything worth it, why does he still wish he had her mom back instead?

Pobody's nerfect though and he did pretty well! Odile was a fairly cranky toddler because she just couldn't do all of the things that she so desperately wanted to be able to do (also trauma), but once she got past those first 5 years of constant developmental leaps, she mellowed out a lot. So she didn't mind hanging out and coloring or reading a book by herself while her dad was "taking a nap" (staring at the ceiling fighting his inner demons). And she love love loved all the things he did with her, reading and gardening and especially shopping — she got to write the grocery list and count out the money and everything! She got cranky-frustrated again as a teen, on top of increasingly complex feelings about her mom and realizing her dad is depressed as fuck, but they had a strong enough bond to make it through that phase okay.

At some point in her 20s Odile made him go to therapy! It helped, and so did anti-depressants. He even started dating again eventually and now has a nice husband, who Odile was quite wary of at first and generally not interested in getting to know. She's glad her dad is happier now, though! I think he's still alive during ISAT, but getting fairly old since he and his wife were a bit on the older side when Odile was born.

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Bonnie is 11 years old during canon and Pétronille is 20; she ran away from home when Bonnie was 4 and she was freshly 14. She saw that their parents were starting to treat Bonnie the way they treated her, now that they were a full kid instead of a useless toddler, and she got them the fuck out of there!

(cw for the next paragraph: abusive parents, person who is both abusive and mentally ill and abused)

Nille is bipolar with psychotic symptoms, and I've been going back and forth on this but I'm gonna say yes it runs in the family and her mom was bipolar as well. She didn't really give a shit about her kids, she had them because that's what you do! She made Nille do most of the housekeeping, and help with her schemes to turn their lives around for real this time: surely if I perfect this recipe I can open a restaurant, surely if we rearrange the furniture I'll stop hating this house, surely if I buy and wear the right necklace my partner will love me again, etc. The second baby was an attempt to fix her relationship, and while she'd thought baby Nille was cute and had enjoyed the intense new baby-mom relationship, she got sick of baby Bonnie even faster and foisted their care onto Nille. Their dad was worse! He bonded with the person he did because he knew she'd be totally reliant on him, and he had kids because he wanted more people to control. Mom sometimes tried to stand up for the kids, but always quickly gave up and withdrew more or turned on them instead.

So! Nille stole her mom's jewelry, put Bonnie in a wheelbarrow and walked as far as she could. She ended up in Bambouche. She started working for a trio who fished and ran a shop/restaurant; she prepared the fish and washed dishes and other odd jobs, and she was allowed to bring Bonnie with her. Some people offered to take the two of them in, or babysit Bonnie, but she did not trust like that. So everyone just quietly patronized that shop a little extra so the trio could afford to do things like say "oh no I bought this huge bag of the wrong kind of rice, can't just serve a different kind, but I don't want it, guess I'll throw it away unless you could use it..?"

Eventually she started trusting her neighbors enough to directly accept leftovers and hand-me-downs, let Bonnie play at their houses, etc. Right in time for her bipolar disorder to really hit! She tried so hard to keep forcing herself through the motions for Bonnie, but one day she went into work manically ranting about how she was going to destroy Bonnie's life just like her parents did hers and her bosses were like woah there! They closed shop for the day to focus on checking on Bonnie and making sure they had babysitting arranged, finding Nille a therapist, and reassuring Nille that Bonnie was safe, and everyone will help make sure that Bonnie stays safe, and she can get help too so she can keep being a great gaurdian.

By pre-canon she is on anti-psychotics and mood stabilizers and knows a fuckton of coping mechanisms! She fishes now and sells her catches herself, and while she works Bonnie goes to school and runs around the village with the other kids and pesters travelers for stories and whatnot.

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I don't have super solid headcanons for Siffrin's family yet because it makes me soo sad to imagine their family missing them or not-missing them or obliterated. So I'm trying to let myself just leave it open so I can practice the skill of "deciding on worldbuilding facts as they become relevant to your story instead of typing out an entire bible first". But let's say he had three parents and two siblings, which is pretty standard for the island, and lots of cousins and family friends. Someone or other is holding a huge cookout at least twice a week, and, and Siffrin was a really kind-but-mischievious older sibling and, bwahhhh 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

He sailed off for a couple hours at age 15 because his baba's super strict about everyone trying a bite of every food every time, yes even if you're sure you hate it it's important to be a good example for the younger kids and who knows maybe you'll like it this time! So Siffrin ran off to prove that he was basically an adult and not actually beholden to their rules, and they should appreciate his presence and take him seriously instead of treating him like a clueless baby.

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[sameschmidtdiffname]

feeling a bit weird asking this request since i haven't actually seen anyone write such a thing, but i'd like to ask for something about the parent figure!mike (NOT SMUT OFC), maybe something he's the reader's father or brother or something, if it's not something you could write just ignore !!! (i'm also not a native speaker so i apologize if it sounds impolite i always have this problem :/)

Girl have you read my fics?? Do NAWT come on here talking about feeling weird for a request when I have written shit that's sending me to super hell with Jensen Ackles or whoever played the angel guy from Supernatural. (I hope that joke made sense, I'm not in that fandom </3)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!! Fresh off the press for you pookie <3 (BTW, your English js great and you weren't demanding at all!! Seriously, don't feel bad 😊)

Same Shit, Different Schmidt

Dad! Mike & Gender Neutral! Reader

(This gif always sends me, I'm sorry)

Summery: You are a stubborn ass and Mike is not here to put up with that shit. Where'd you get this attitude, anyways? Is it so hard to just listen?

Tags: No use of Y/N, Reader is Mike's child, this is lowkey a sequel to 'What's One More?' but that is absolutely not required to read this, sickness, reader almost passes out, slight angst, Mike takes care of reader, Mike has a come to Jesus moment, mentions of arguing, injury, underage drinking, Abby and Mike go at it at one point, just a cute lil drabble :)

Notes: it feels illegal to post something so short. Is this allowed?? Anyways, this was so cute to write! Definitely a new approach. I hope you guys like this! Thanks for the request anon, I always love getting them 💗

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"I'm fine," you groaned emphatically, trying to to rise from the bed, musty from your body's sweat during the night.

"You are not fine, do not bullshit me," Mike scolded. His hands pressed you back onto the bed, his scowl growing as he feels your temperature through your moist shirt. "When did this start?"

"I told mom my throat hurt last night and she gave me some ibuprofen. It's seriously just a cold," you said, trying one more time to rise from the bed.

"You always get a sore throat before you get sick, have since you were a kid. When did the fever start?" His hand feels freezing against your clammy forehead, making you shy away to avoid the chills that threaten you.

"Not hot."

"You want me to call your mom so you can gaslight her, too?" His tone is firm and threatening. "Is there something you're trying to get away with here or...?"

"I have tech tonight for my show, I can't miss," you finally admit. You open your mouth to continue, but Mike quickly cuts you off.

"No. Out of the question," he said.

"Dad, I'll get in trouble-"

"You will get everyone else sick and then what? I said no," he said firmly. But when he sees the way you sink into the bed, eyes sad and finally accepting the situation, he thinks of your mother acting in a similar manner or Abby when she was your age with the same attitude. It makes him relent, pressing his lips tight together. "What do you need me to do?" He asked, voice softer as he strokes your cheek. Your eyes brighten for a moment, a smile breaking out. "You're not going, I'm just asking what I could do to help."

You sink into the bed once more, crossing your arms.

"My director is gonna hate me," you mumble.

"I will deal with her, or she will deal with me. I promise you one's better than the other," he said. At that you crack a smile, finally looking at him.

"Mom's not gonna be pleased either," you said.

"Mom's not gonna let you go either," he said. "I'm getting the thermometer and then I'm moving you to the living room so I can watch you better. You get control of the TV as your consolation prize."

You twirl your finger in the air, rolling your eyes as emit a mocking 'yay,' glaring at him as he shoots the same glare down at you, walking out of the room and slipping his phone out of his pocket to call your mother.

"How upset are they?" She asked on the other side of the phone. He could hear the office chatter going on around her as he searched through the cabinets for the supplements they kept in stock.

"They're not thrilled. Not planning my death yet, but it's coming," Mike huffed. "Is it elderberry that helps with sore throats?"

"Elderberry makes it worse after you get sick, helps before. Don't give them that," she said. There's a slight pause before she adds "You realize this attitude is inherited?"

"Oh," he groaned, sucking on his teeth. "I wasn't gonna throw you under the bus like that."

"I helped raise Abby, do not pin this on me," she laughed.

"I don't deny sickness," Mike said.

"I can name five seperate instances where you did," she countered. Mike froze for a moment, trying to remember. "Just go easy on them. Remember you're dealing with your kid."

"And yours," he countered.

"Supposedly," she teased.

"I'm pretty sure that was you I knocked up."

"But are you sure?"

"Well, there was that one time with your mom."

She laughed. "Have them text me when they can. I'll deal with director, she knows me better."

"Thanks. She terrifies me. Kinda get why they don't wanna miss," Mike admitted. With a quick laugh and a quicker goodbye, Mike clicks off the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He gathered the vitamins in a small cup, grabbed the other needed items and made his way back to the room that used to house his little sister.

"Okay, Mom's dealing with director and is willing to grab dinner of your choice if you'll-" Mike trails off at the sight of your empty bed, worry prickling through and tainting the annoyance rising in his chest. He calls your name, turning to look for you before his ears tune in on the shower running in the bathroom. He sighs, placing the items on your bedside table and making his way to the living room. All is well until about ten minutes after the water shuts off, when he heard a small but sure 'thud' ring from the room.

"Honey?" He called. Nothing.

He rises from his chair, his mind trying to remind himself to stay calm and not jump to its automatic thoughts of harm and anxiety as he walked quickly to the door.

"If you don't answer I'm coming in," he warned. The quiet groan on the otherside is all he needed to quickly open the unlocked door, trying not to panic as he catches sight of you curled up on the floor with your head between your knees.

"I'm fine," you said quietly. "Got dizzy." Your clothes are thrown on haphazardly and it's clear how disoriented you are. Your hair doesn't even look properly washed.

Mike's arms are comforting, familiar and protective as he carefully lifts you up, taking you to the couch as though you weigh nothing to him. When his mind is racing like this, you may as well not.

"What were you thinking?" He asked in a panicked voice. "I told you you weren't going."

"My director hates me and tech is like, our biggest practice. I can't miss," you insisted, barely able to stand the light shining through the open windows. The couch is cool against your skin, the old leather offering relief. Mike had brought it home a few years back, a surprise he'd found at a thrift store with your help. Still pricey but a Christmas gift for everyone in the house. Your mother shook her head as she finally agreed maybe the couch that was as old as her needed to be replaced.

"Your mom is dealing with her and she's gonna deal with you next if you don't listen to either of us," Mike said. He ran back to your room, collecting the items and returning to your side before you could even respond. "Can you just let us take care of you?"

Oh. Oh. Fine, okay. There it is. He hears it now, that point your mother had just been making.

As the thermometer takes longer than he'd like to beep, he sighs at the sight of you looking like death on the couch. "You get this attitude from me," he finally sighed. You raise your brow quizzically, waiting for him to continue. A soft noise emits from the device. Mike takes it from your mouth and scowls at the number that flashes back at him. He hands you a now room temperature cup of throat coat tea with three ibuprofen to help with the fever before he takes your hand.

"Did I tell you about the time your mother had to drag me to the emergency room for stitches on my forehead?" He asked, smiling. You snort, taking another sip of your drink. "It happened when you were little. I don't even think you were two. Abby was going out with this idiot and figured out how to take out the screen in her window so she could sneak out without any of us knowing. This girl was bad news, I mean-"

"Aunt Abby?" You asked.

"What? No. No, the girl she was going out with, Lisa Browning. Had her come home with a belly button piercing once, I wasn't happy about that. Anyways, Abby decided that she was going to this party one night and I'd found her bed empty halfway through the night while I was going to check on you. Well, I decided I was gonna wait for her in her room with the lights off until she got home. So I sat in front of her window and eventually got tired, so I shut my eyes. Figured it couldn't hurt. Took a couple hours, but eventually your mother woke up and my side of the bed was empty and she heard this loud as fuck noise from your aunts room. This is like four in the morning, mind you," he said. "So she jumped out of bed and heard your aunt yelling, saw some guy in dark clothes on the floor, open window and the lights are off, and she's still wiping sleep out of her eyes."

"Oh no," you groaned.

"Oh yes. Grabbed some metal Eiffel Tower thing on Abby's desk and just swung at my head. Hurt like a bitch," he laughed, you joining in as much as you could without hurting your throat. "It was a good hit. I think she realized it was me when I grabbed her ankle and hollered her name cause she stopped right after that. Wasn't too bad, but I wouldn't stop bleeding."

"So did Abby get in trouble?" You asked.

"Are you kidding? I was even more pissed, I chased her down the hallway after her girlfriend climbed in and fell on top of me. I was ready to kill her. Your mother had to drag me and her into the car, go back and grab you and deal with us screaming at each other all the way to the hospital. Not that I wanted to go, I was fine with just pressing a dishcloth to the thing and carrying on with my plan to rip my sister a new one. She had to threaten us both to actually get me inside, and I only conceded because I was too dizzy to object by that point. I think the nurses assumed she was insane. I mean, kid on her hip, dressed in pajamas with some drunk teenager bickering with a guy bleeding from his head at the crack of dawn. I'm surprised no one called the cops. They did have to almost seperate Abby and I, though. Which just upset me more."

"How did they get you to calm down?" You asked.

"Your mother handed you to me while she walked Abby to a bathroom so she could take a go at her. And you were all upset anyways because I wasn't paying attention to you and you didn't understand why the nurses were fuckin' with me or why I was upset. Once I had you in my arms I refocused, calmed down a good bit. Someone brought me a book to read you and we got to focus on that while they prepped me for stitches," he said the last part softly. "I was so glad when Abby got out of her teen rebellion phase."

"She ruined mine," you joked.

"Yeah. She used pretty much every trick in the book, so we were ready for you. Sorry," he said.

"It's fine, I don't like parties."

"I don't either."

Mike's phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked it, typing a quick response before refocusing on you. "Your mother wants to know what you're thinking for dinner," he said.

"Chinese?" You asked.

"That comes from your mom's side," he smiled. "She'll be pleased."

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Short but sweet. This was a fun one :)

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To the nurses office

Jeffery x Reader

Summary: after getting beat up by Kylar again someone actually takes the time of day to see him he’s ok

Jeffery’s POV:

The day started out like normal. I was reading the latest chapter of Fairy Tale when I was so rudely interrupted by Kylar asking me why I was reading a “picture book.”

And I guess that’s where the argument started. I tried to explain that it was manga, but I guess his small jock brain was too stupid to understand the complexities of these books.

But it was no use. When the arguments ended, like they always do, I was on the floor, and my glasses broke from a punch to the face again. My dad is going to be so mad that my mom will have to buy a new pair.

But something was different about this day, something I never thought would happen, and that’s when I heard the voice of an angel.

It was Y/N. We have never spoken much before, but they always treated me like a real person, they came up to me, held my face, and asked me if I was okay. Not even the sharp sting of the punch could distract me from how soft their fingers felt against my skin.

I tried to answer them and tell them I was okay, but I could do nothing but stumble over my words. I couldn’t help it; they were so close, our faces nearly touching as they inspected my face for serious damage.

After trying to talk once more and stumbling over my words again, they lifted me to my feet like I weighed nothing (I look like I weigh 90 pounds soaking wet).

I stood there, their hand still holding mine. I stumbled a little, but they caught me and wrapped their arm around my waist to hold me up.

I couldn’t articulate how amazing it felt to be in their arms and being pressed so firmly against their side. I could smell the sweetness of their vanilla body spray that they use every day.

We finally made it to the nurse's office, but the nurse wasn't there. She was probably out on her smoke break. This is probably for the better since the nurses are getting sick of me coming in every day, but it’s not my fault I'm surrounded by a bunch of barbarians.

Y/N pulls me forward to the empty chair as they search the nurse's office. They found a pack of Band-Aids and ice packs. Then they sat right next to me. That was the closest i’ve ever been to an such an attractive person before .”. They started to speak again, and my adrenaline finally died down. I started to hear their soft, beautiful voice.

“Wow, he really left a mark on you, didn’t he? You should know better than to even talk to Kylar. You know he can't handle complicated words.” Then Y/N placed an ice pack on my sore cheek, which was a relief to the searing pain in my face.

“They broke my glasses. I just got these fixed the other day. My dad's gonna be so mad,” I said. And just then, Y/N took them out of my hands. “They don't look too bad. This happens to my dad all the time. You could just pop the glass back in the frame… And there we go, all done. Looks like I saved you from another argument, hehe.��

Oh, that laugh. I could listen to it on repeat forever. I don't know why they're so nice to me, but I can't deny I love this attention. “I wonder when you'll stop finally getting into so much trouble. I can't believe anybody would want to even fight you. I mean, look at you,” they said.

They started to gently pinch and rub my cheek, and in that moment, I felt like we were the only people in the world. I can only hope Y/N lets me stay a part of their world.

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